She sat down at the table across the aisle from him, her long legs exposed half way up her thigh. She was a mature woman fifty-four, fifty-five maybe, but in excellent physical shape, and with great looking legs. She ordered a cup of tea and then smiled across the isle at him.
He looked up again when he heard the click-click of her heels as she approached his table.
"Please don't think me too forward but I simply detest sitting alone to take tea, would you mind terribly if I sat down here and chatted with you?"
She was an extremely attractive woman with a pleasant smile and Tom couldn't see any harm in it. "By all means please, I'd like some company myself and fully understand," he said, smiling up at her friendly face.
She was actually a very attractive full-breasted woman, thin waist, flared hips, leggy and well toned. Her face was beautiful and she had an overall elegance about her that was very disarming.
"Samantha Parks ... very pleased to meet you sir. Everybody calls me Sam and that's ok I really don't mind the nickname," she told him shaking his hand vigorously.
"Thomas Bray very pleased to make your acquaintance Sam," he told her with a smile.
Samantha opened with the weather and covered everything from God to baseball, and strangely Tom was very interested in everything she had to say. He didn't add much to the conversation he didn't need to, or rather, never got the chance, which was just as well, *he* not being a great conversationalist himself.
She smiled often as she spoke touching him on the arm occasionally. At one point reaching across the table to dab at the corner of his mouth with her kerchief, that had made him smile inwardly.
From what he learned she was nearly twenty years his senior, her husband had ran off with his younger secretary some years ago, and she had no children. She was graceful and enchanting and Tom felt himself irresistibly drawn to her innate charm.
She stopped as suddenly as she'd began, "Oh my, I'm so sorry I didn't mean to go on that way, you must think I'm a terrible gossip," she said ... suddenly very shy and blushing, as her eyes looked away avoiding his.
"Oh no Sam, I could sit here and listen to you for days and not be bored, you're a very interesting person and you hold a conversation very well," he told her, reaching out to pat her hand.
She'd smiled over at him after that, as if she doubted the sincerity of his statement but said, "I've a much better blend than this at home, would you care to come to my house and let me fix you a cup," she asked him?
Tom didn't have any pressing business that Saturday anyhow, and decided to go and have tea with Sam, and make a new friend. "I'd be delighted to," he told her.
She grabbed his hand and squeezed it in her excitement and Tom could easily see he'd made her very happy by accepting her invitation. "Well, in that case I'm ready to leave now, how about you Thomas?"
He smiled at her and then stood, taking her hand he helped up out of her chair, and picking up her bag made ready to leave. Then it struck him as odd, he couldn't remember a single topic out of her lengthy dialog.
Tom caught himself eyeing the gentle sway of her bottom while she passed through the door in front of him, as they made their exit from the coffee shop. Once outside heading for his car he continued to ogle her tight behind and well-toned legs as she moved. It wasn't a hard energetic movement, more of a slow sensual rhythm but still in all, very enticing.
Samantha paused suddenly in front of him and turned looking back at him over her shoulder with a very sexy smile. That had startled Tom, as he didn't quite know what to make of it.
She gave him directions when they'd buckled themselves into the sedan; it wasn't really very far away. She was talking again but Tom wasn't really listening that closely, as his eyes were drawn to the way her very thin dress lay between her legs.
They were parted slightly and he could clearly see the rise of her mound sharply delineated by the lose fabric; her beautifully shaped thighs were spectacularly showcased by it as well.
At that instant Sam paused in the conversation to look at him and flash that same smile she'd given him when she stopped on the sidewalk outside the coffee shop. Only this time she reached over and touched his shoulder and there was a definite stirring in him as he found himself fantasizing about what she would look like nude.
Tom mentally chastised himself for his insidious mental wonderings, "My God man, he thought, she's old enough to be your mother (well almost old enough) no matter how attractive she is, he reasoned!"
It didn't help for long, as she instantly unbuckled and scooted across the seat closer to him, her thigh contacting his outer leg filling his body with its warmth and putting a bulge between his legs. Not to mention her hem was somewhat higher now, and an even greater portion of her shapely thigh was exposed.
He was relieved when they finally arrived at Sam's residence; Tom got out and came around to open the door for her and assist her in exiting. She gracefully pivoted in the seat swinging her legs out the door, her hem going high enough to momentarily expose her blue satin panties to his now hungry and very curious eyes.
Before getting out she looked up at him with that smile of hers again, once standing she made her way past him grazing his arm with the side of her firm breast. Tom closed the door and shook off the hot shiver that had rolled through his body when she passed.
"Follow me Mr. Bray," her voice warm and inviting as she spoke.
Once again click-click-click, as her beautifully shaped bottom danced exotically before his ravenous eyes.
Strangely, once inside he found himself very strongly attracted to her again and swelling between his legs at her mere presence. She smiled at him, as she stepped in very close and her fingertips lightly touched his cheek. There was no mistaking the look in her eyes when she touched him that time, and elder or not Tom felt himself stirring below his belt buckle with the sensation of her delicate warm touch.
Slipping her arm through his as she moved to his side she asked him shyly, "Would you care to see the rest of the house Thomas?"
Tom's focus was momentarily riveted to the soft warmth of her curvy hip against him, as his swelling was again agitated by her nearness.
"Yes, I think I would Sam," he finally responded, pulling himself away from the torridly steamy images of her running through his mind at that precise moment!
Samantha never moved far from him as she led him through her home, either her hand or hip always suggestively in contact with his body at some point. When she led him into her second story bedroom she immediately guided him to the double sliding doors that led to the railed deck beyond.
Standing behind him she whispered, "This is where I work on my tan in the summer Tom and finish those harsh white areas that the tanning salon always creates!" Her voice wrapped itself around him caressing him seductively, as the images of her lying nude beneath the sun danced lewdly through his imagination.
