Dev had started in his usual manner: introductions, ask where she is from, if she is married, has kids, what she does, tell a bit about himself...and if she was relaxed and willing to talk, he would ask if she would like to take the conversation to a more quite, private place.
As the conversation progressed, Dev would slip dirty jokes, double entendres, innuendos into the conversation to see if her reaction was positive and receptive.
This is how he began with Layla as well.
She laughed and joined in on the jokes and such, so he tried to take it a bit further. He flirted and made a few bold sexual comments, however, he didn't get the response he hoped. She wasn't offended, but said she only talked to her husband like this.
This intrigued Dev; was it an attempt not to seem easy, or was she telling the truth? (The truth was something he had found to be scarce in the places he liked to go to find women.)
At the end of their first meeting, Dev knew he wanted to get to know Layla better. They exchanged contact information, and he left knowing he would arrange to meet her within the next day or so.
Dev had learnt that she had children, in their teens. He was surprised, as she didn't look old enough, "How old are you?"
Laughing, "You're not supposed to ask a woman her age, but that's ok, I don't mind. I'm 42."
"Oh, really?? Wow, that's great!"
"Great? Is it surprising I have lived so long?" she laughed.
He chuckled, "No no, nothing like that. Don't take it the wrong way. I like older women."
He gave a smooth smile, and she saw a twinkle in his eye.
Curious to know how much 'older' she is, she asked when his birthday is and discovered that she is actually nearly four and half years older.
Dev and Layla met several times over the next few weeks, and he soon realised she is unlike other women...especially his wife. Layla felt herself beginning to feel drawn to Dev, but she kept scolding herself; not only was Dev several years younger than she was, but they were both married....and she did love her husband.
Granted, things had been difficult and distant over the past year. They had spent little time together, and he made a lot of excuses about why; but she was trying, and hoping that things would sort themselves out.
So it didn't help when this sexy, attractive younger man kept making it very clear that he was very interested in her, in many ways.
Dev found Layla to be "the whole package" -- very sexy, very sexual, and open-minded...without compromising her self-respect, as well as kind, thoughtful caring, very intelligent, a lot of fun, and very funny. He admired her sexy, voluptuous, curvy figure - not fat, but a bit fuller, with all the curves in the right places.
A unique feature about Layla is that while she is voluptuous, she doesn't have grotesquely large boobs like so many women do these days because either they are obese, or their boobs are silicon balls stuffed into their chest. He knew her boobs were no more than a C-cup, but it didn't matter...they were sexy...and real.
Additionally, she has a nice round arse. The kind you could get a nice handful of during a sexy embrace, or great to give a sexy smack when you are driving your cock deep into her from behind.
If her hot, mature body were not enough to tent a man's trousers, she has glossy black hair, the most amazing emerald green eyes that you can get lost in, and sexy kissable cupids-bow, rosebud, shaped lips.
It was now 6 weeks since they had first met, and Dev couldn't get enough of Layla - watching her, looking at her, talking to her, listening to her...just being with her. She was the most beautiful, sexy women he had ever met; and her smile and laugh was like food to his soul.
Over the past few weeks, he had managed to entice her into a little bit of playful sexy talk, and made it clear that he was definitely attracted to her; even admitting that he fantasises about her when he masturbates, or fucks "her indoors", as the saying goes in the U.K.
Although Layla had remained flattered but resistant to his advances up to that point, today, everything changed.
They had been discussing body language and that even a small action could have an impact. He used her habit of putting her finger in her mouth when she was thinking as an example, and told her that it aroused him.
She laughed, "Like this?" and playfully put the tip of her right forefinger between her teeth, and let her parted lips rest lightly on the fingertip.
"Aye, I am serious; you are making me really hard."
