Life throws up opportunities for pleasure when you least expect them, such was the case when Tim stopped off at a motorway services in Wiltshire, England, for a coffee early on a weekday morning. The place was very quiet at that time of day and he was relieved to find it wasn't overrun with the usual coach-parties or harassed businessmen shouting into their mobile phones. Just as well too because if it hadn't been so quiet he may not have spotted the woman at the counter in the process of paying for her coffee.
Well, in all honesty it was her heels he spotted first. Tim had known for most of his adult life that he had a thing for women's legs and his sensors were finely tuned to picking up on a lovely pair of nicely presented feminine legs. He loved all the aspects of leg attire such as hosiery, heels, and painted toenails, but he especially loved this time of year when the weather was warm and many women went bare-legged.
The woman paying for her coffee was wearing an attractive summery floral dress, but it was her maroon sling-backs and her bare legs that caught his eye. At the ripe old age of 53 Tim had learned the art of sizing up people fairly quickly and within just a few moments he found himself quite struck by her natural loveliness. He judged her to be in her mid-40's, around 5'5'' in her heels and he liked her shoulder length fair curly hair. Her figure was just as he loved, curvy in all the right places but not at all fat, just nicely full. He sometimes felt bad about sizing up and categorising women so quickly, he just hoped he wasn't too blatant about it. Still, he couldn't help feeling she was his type, the lovely mature 'lady-next-door' with a strong awareness of sex (and an appetite to match) just beneath the surface – he was ever hopeful. He also noticed that the woman under his scrutiny was at ease in chatting naturally to the girl behind the counter and he was struck by how her cheerful persona came across even at 20 feet away. She was clearly someone who could lift the spirits of anyone.
Not that Tim was gloomy, quite the reverse. He was enjoying life in his middle age, his two grown-up children had left home and he and his wife were enjoying the 26th year of their happy marriage getting used to an empty nest. Being a dirty sod he especially relished the fact that this allowed opportunities for sex anytime and anywhere in the home, and Tim and his wife had made plenty of them. Despite this, he found that since turning 50 his appetite for sex had increased beyond his wife's, as had his desire to experiment. In an ideal world this would have been exclusively with his wife but a difficult menopause and her natural reluctance to move much beyond missionary position lovemaking meant that he had turned to places outside his marriage in which to experiment. Guilty at first, he had slowly got his head around it and had decided to go with his instincts in seeking out sexual pleasure.
Over the past 3-4 years he had undertaken an eye-opening journey, moving well beyond his previous vanilla status. He hadn't ventured into any extreme kink such as BDSM or watersports, but he had discovered his bisexuality and had especially enjoyed playing with men and women together. He had also enjoyed sex with several members of the transgendered community. He had been able to enact a number of fantasies and had recently started writing erotica based on his experiences. More satisfying than anything to him was his new-found ability to open his mind, to not be surprised by people and to enjoy talking and meeting with likeminded folks and give free rein to the imagination. A woman he had met at the start of his journey had told him that the brain is the biggest sexual organ and he had come to realise the wisdom of her words many times over the recent past.
Of all the delightful things he had enjoyed with some lovely people, he had come to identify one of his favourite sexual activities to be chatting and flirting with a mature woman, pleasuring her in bed and exchanging experiences and fantasies while making love. He found his ideal type of woman was the older 'yummy mummy' who looked natural and 'everyday' in public but who became very dirty in private. Although he favoured personality over looks, he liked woman to be feminine and yes, ideally with lovely legs. More than anything though, he looked for his bed partner to be communicative and forthcoming when it came to sexual pleasure.
It was with this background that Tim was observing the natural loveliness of the woman now leaving the coffee counter. In the time it took him to get served with his own coffee he had come to the realisation that he was attracted to her and that he wanted to strike up conversation with her. His dilemma was how to do this in an almost empty motorway coffee-shop without seeming predatory. He hated the reputation that some of his counterparts had tarnished the male sex with, of preying on women and treating them badly. As far as he was concerned women were to be respected by their men and to be loved, nurtured and looked after properly. In the bedroom, if circumstances were appropriate, he could confess to enjoying 'using' a woman hard and taking charge sexually, but in the nicest way possible and always with her consent. Sexist maybe, but he liked to think of himself as a gentleman .... albeit filthy in the bedroom.
In the event his coffee-shop dilemma was solved easily. He left the counter with his coffee and made his way towards the easy seating where the woman was relaxing into a sofa and thankfully facing towards him. As he approached her he realised she was looking at him and making eye contact. As he got nearer her face lit up and gave him a lovely smile. Instinctively he smiled back and said "how's the coffee here, was it worth me breaking my journey for?"
"Well, it's not brilliant but better than the stuff in the Travelodge" and she gestured to the hotel across the carpark.
"That doesn't say much" Tim replied, "but at least you can indulge in some people-watching over here".
She giggled naturally and asked him if that's what he liked to do in motorway services too.
"Yes, it's always entertaining." He paused, then asked her semi-jokingly if he could join her so they could people-watch together.
"Oh yes please" she said enthusiastically. She gestured for Tim to sit next to her on the sofa. "So we can compare notes" she added.
From the moment Tim joined her on the sofa he found her utterly delightful to be with. Sitting next to her he was blown away by how attractive she was and they quickly struck up easy and relaxed conversation. Her lovely hazel eyes and her smiling face captivated him and he loved the subtle makeup she was wearing. As they chatted they introduced themselves and he learned that she was Sharon, a 40-something mum, married with teenaged children and working temporarily in the area.
Tim guessed that explained why she was staying at the Travelodge nearby. Sharon told him she had scheduled the morning to work on a presentation in her room but instead had finished it the previous evening by working late into the night. She anticipated Tim's next thought by telling him that she was at a loose end for the morning and was glad to pass the time with someone nice. Tim could feel himself blushing at the unexpected compliment and reassured her that he had no commitments and was more than happy to just kick back and relax with her. He found himself telling Sharon that it was a rare pleasure to meet someone so natural and to strike up conversation so easily. He got an even warmer feeling about her when she snuggled up a bit closer and squeezed his arm reassuringly with her hand.
All the time they had been conversing Tim had increasingly found it hard not to glance down at Sharon's lovely cleavage. It was even more difficult to keep his eyes off her soft bare legs and her sexy shoes. He was thrilled to see her beautifully painted toes and even more to see a pretty anklet on her right foot. He noticed that Sharon would sometimes reach down and play with it, seemingly oblivious to the effect this was having on him. He found feminine feet as much a turn-on as a lovely pair of legs and he couldn't help wondering if her ankle chain was a deliberate temptation to a potential lover. He knew that in some situations, especially in the swinging lifestyle that he had dabbled with recently, an anklet on the right foot could imply an invitation. It was a hard call to judge whether his lovely coffee partner was in this situation or not but he found her ankle chain a delightful adornment and tried again not to stare.
Sharon however had already spotted Tim looking at her feet and decided to pursue his obvious weakness. She had woken earlier that morning in her hotel room feeling very horny and a good workout with her new wand vibrator had only served to increase her need still further. Hotel rooms always intensified her desire and she had taken the decision that if at all possible she would try and pick up a man in the motorway services and take him back to her room for sex. It had to be someone nice, she had standards and certainly did not regard herself as a tart, just a mature woman in need of good sex. Since turning 40 a few years earlier she too had moved from having a vanilla sex-life to exploring more interesting forms of recreational sex, both with and without her husband. They had started swinging and enjoyed it, but her needs were more intense that her hubby's and she found she needed extra cock whenever circumstances allowed. Her recent sexual exploration had given her back her self-confidence after raising her children and being confined to life as a housewife. She had to pinch herself that she now had the ability and the desire to pick up suitable men and get them to fuck her brains out when she needed it.
She had spotted Tim as soon as he had entered the coffee shop and decided he was the one she wanted. She too had her weaknesses, one of them being for older men who she knew invariably had the experience and the self-assurance to pleasure her fully and service her raw needs.
She crossed her legs and reached down to stroke her anklet in Tim's full gaze.
"Do you like my anklet Tim? I noticed you looking at it"
"I do" he replied, "I think they look so pretty, well, downright sexy in fact".
He decided to push the boundaries a bit and asked "can I ask what made you choose to put it on your right ankle?"
