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.
Samantha moved closer then, and Tom could feel the warmth at the junction of her thighs press him at the side of his leg. A single, terrifying, well-groomed nail traced the line of his jaw as he shivered slightly with its movements.
He turned quickly without forethought and pressed his lips to hers, his hands finding the firmness of her breasts through the thin fabric of her exotically smooth dress. As she pressed the heat of her mound against his bulging stiffness, Tom's fingers discovered the warm, firm tissue of her nipples.
Sam's body arched against him as the pleasure of his touch on her breasts shot through her delicate psyche titillating the full realm of her consciousness. Her tongue gently traced the seal of his lips, petitioning his mouth for entry to its hidden treasures.
Like a trained agent invading his enemies' territory her tongue slipped easily past the security of his lips and teeth to gain possession of her prize. She continued her fevered movements against his pelvis as her tongue wrestled with and pleasantly subdued the strength of his own. It was a short battle, Tom having neither the will nor inclination to resist such a charming creature as this.
"Do you trust me Thomas, enough to do something if I ask you to," she asked him softly?
"Of course I do Samantha, what is it you want," he said?
"Disrobe for me please, and lay down on the bed," her voice quivering slightly as she gave the instructions!
Tom was not at all surprised by the request in light of what had just transpired between them, and began to slowly fulfill her wish.
Sam raised the sheer dress she wore above her head folding and pressing it neatly she laid it in the chair next to the wall. Tom was pleased with her appearance; she was a little thinner than he imagined which is what made her breasts appear so ample, though they were not huge.
Her under garments were bright blue, their matching brocade exquisite, her panties were high on her hips and very thin in width. Narrowing down to a mere wisp that covered the folds of her cleanly shaved labium.
Her legs were very shapely and thin, the gaping hallow at the top of her thighs framed the lusty, low hanging curve of her ample mound. The custom French bra shoved and lifted her breasts beautifully, and she smiled widely when Tom gave out a loud whistle as his eyes devoured her image.
Her cheeks flushed harshly red, as her eyes flew to the floor at her feet, her gaze remaining locked there. She hooked her fingers in the side of her panties slowly lowering the scant wisp of fabric over the flare of her hips and allowing them to fall to the floor.
She was art in motion as she delicately raised each shiny high heel in turn, stepping out of the thin garment. She gracefully dipped at the knees picking up the panties then stood widening her stance slightly, as she twirled the colorful garment on her finger then sent it sailing in Tom's direction, with a smile.
They landed beside him and when he picked them up and placed the front panel under his nose, a look of sheer horror came over her face. The cheeks of her face fevered furiously as she heard him inhale deeply and groan with delight.
"Sam, I'm going to thoroughly savor the taste of you," he said with confidence, as he watched her remove her bra!
He could see her shiver slightly, as the full import of his words finally struck her, and he noticed the slight smile tugging gently at the corners of her luscious mouth. She moved toward him with that slow, sensual grace of hers, the movement of her hips once again causing him to swell.
"By the way I love the rigging underneath, is it local," he asked?
