Ms Elma
A couple weeks before Christmas 2009, I was in Wal-Mart shopping for Christmas presents. As I was strolling through the House wares Department, I saw a lady with the prettiest white hair I have ever seen.
I had the urge to walk up to her and compliment her on her appearance but yet I was afraid to do so as she had another man with her. He seemed to be much younger than her and I did not want to cause problems but yet I had to tell her how pretty her hair was. She seemed to be in her early 70's and he appeared to be in his 50's and I am only in my early 40's.
I passed up the opportunity at that time but I saw her again later on in the Electronics Department. This time I had built up enough courage to compliment her. I casually walked up to her and started by telling her I did not want to offend her or embarrass her but she had the prettiest hair I have ever seen.
We then introduced ourselves and started a nice pleasant conversation. I learned that the gentleman with her was her son John that was visiting from out of town. She also had another grown son that lived near her. I learned she lived in a small rural community about 45 minutes away from here
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We had a nice long pleasant conversation in the store and I gave her my business card while we said our parting words. I gave her a soft hug and shook her sons' hand.
About a week later, I got a phone call at the office. My secretary buzzed my desk and tells me that I have Ms Elma on line 3. I was puzzled as to who this could be because I was not thinking of the lady, I met in Wal-Mart just a week earlier. As I picked up the phone, I heard the sweetest voice say "Merry Christmas".
Before I could wish the same to her, she identified herself as Ms Elma. We had a short conversation and I asked for her phone number. That evening, I called Ms Elma and asked her to dinner the next night. We made plans for me to pick her up and we would go to a nice restaurant.
The next night after work, I went home and showered before getting dressed in fresh clothes. I left here and drove the 45 minutes to her house. She lived in a nice area. Her house was very nice. It was obvious "old money" as they call it around here. That means that the money she earned or her husband had earned was from way back when times were much better.
I pulled in her drive way, parked and made my way to her front door. I was totally amazed at what I saw when she opened the door. She was even more appealing than I remembered her to be in Wal-Mart.
She stood about 5 feet tall and had a nice rounded figure. Her breasts appeared to be of a little bigger than average in size. She was wearing a nice denim skirt that buttoned down the front with a casual long-sleeved blouse. She looked wonderful and very enticing.
I put my hands on her hips and reached to give her a kiss on her cheek. She then grabbed her purse and sweater and closed the door behind her as we walked to my truck. I opened her door and helped her in the passenger side before I got in on the drivers side.
We decided to drive back to the city and have dinner there. I had a nice place in mind that would be perfect for a nice quiet dinner. We had a nice talk on the way over there and I learned a lot about her. I felt very comfortable being with Ms Elma and I think she was comfortable with me also.
We arrived at the restaurant and I parked off to the side the building on purpose. I wanted to be out of the view of the patrons of the restaurant when we got out of my SUV and more importantly when we got back in. The parking lot didn't have a lot of cars as it was still early.
I got out the drivers side and quickly walked around to the passenger side. I opened the door to help Ms Elma out of the SUV. I held her hand and she swung her legs to the side the seat to get out.
As she swung her legs over, her skirt rode up her legs to expose her milky white lower thighs. She did not rush to pull her skirt down and I did not try to pull it down either. I was enjoying the site.
As she slid off the seat and let her feet touch the ground her skirt fell back down to where it was supposed to be. She then adjusted her self and went to grab her purse. I told her she would not need it but she can bring it in if she wanted. She decided to leave it in my SUV. I closed door and locked the SUV.
I reached for Ms. Elma's hand as we walked on the sidewalk to the front door of the restaurant. I attempted to release her hand but she held on so I assumed she wanted to hold my hand. It was her choice but it was my honor to hold her hand.
We walked in the front door and the hostess quickly showed us to a table. The hostess originally went to sit us in the middle of the dinning area but I asked for a table against the wall in the corner. Ms Elma smiled with satisfaction.
We sat down and I immediately ordered a glass of wine for each of us. The waitress brought us our wine and we asked for a few minutes to look at the menu. We really were having a great time talking and forgot to look at the menu.
The waitress came back several times before we were ready to order. We both ordered a steak and to my surprise she ordered hers just the same way I like mine. We also both ordered vegetables as our side orders. I found it amazing that we liked the same type of steak and the same side order.
The waitress brought our meal and we ate slowly. It seemed our conversation was more important than the meal. After our meal we both refused dessert but we wanted to continue talking. We knew it was time to leave when the waitress came by two times to collect the check that she had left. I stood up and helped her up from her chair.
We walked out the restaurant and back to my SUV. I unlocked the passenger door and helped Ms Elma into my SUV. She sat on the edge of the seat and grabbed for the handle above her head. I put my hand under her legs and on her lower back to help her in.