Seven minutes
He had known the fifty something year old woman for maybe twenty years. Their family's interacted and socialized from time to time. Attractive enough and in good form , though he had never been attracted to her unusually juvenile air. Never even a thought of visualizing her naked although she had quite a nice body.
All the others including his wife and her husband were a quarter mile away on the beach when he popped into the cottage to get extra towels.
A brief moment of confusion as he realized he had chosen the wrong cottage.
A moment later, there she was, in the doorway to the bath room wearing a light robe. It was parted, her breast partially exposed, nipples hidden.
It was that look she gave him. A look he had never seen or even imagined on her.
Through her normal little girl smiling demeanor pierced a serious look. No attempt was made to cover her exposure or move away.
A quick glance in his eyes then her gaze traveled down his shirtless body to his crotch.
Pausing her look there, her tongue slightly escaped to slowly slide along her lips.
That look he caught on her face now was brazen, animalistic and hot, yet pretty and innocent.
Her stare continued as the minor motion of her body caused the robe to part further.
One dark nipple came into his view along with a peek of dark curls.
Her lips parted while maintaining her stare as he closed the the ten foot gap between them.
It was simply impulse.
