The telephone rang and he answered it, "Listen up young man," the woman said. Instantly he recognized the caller by her proper British accent, "Now, don't be alarmed by what I am about to tell you.... I know you have been watching me since you moved in next door," then she paused a moment letting the gravity of her words weigh on him, ".... but I have a pleasant surprise for you. Meet me in the courtyard behind my house right now. The door will be unlocked. Enter and lock it well. If you chose to come, you will do as told and ask no questions." Then the line abruptly disconnected.
He had lusted her from the first accidental glimpse into her bedroom window. From there, his 'incidental' viewing increased with time. Deep within he knew she would have nothing to do with him for their ages were so divergent, she being a proper English woman in her very early fifties who would want nothing with his comparatively youthful American thirty something lifestyle. She was a divorced mother and conservative banker. She wore business suits with knee length skirts, hose and heels to work. Sure, he was very handsome and well educated, and he could have any woman he wanted based on his looks alone, but he was younger and untamed and she was so much more than him. As neighbors they were cordial to each other, making small chit chat when they crossed paths, but she was outwardly prim and proper towards him and there was never an inkling of interest from her.
At first he hesitated to meet her, guilt and embarrassment being heavy burdens to bear. But her invitation was bold and calculating, it acknowledged his misdeeds and implied no consequences. He decided that having been revealed, and with nothing more to lose, and his lust overpowering his senses, he would meet her. His heart pounded in sudden anticipation and he worked to outwardly belie his eager curiosity as he calmly walked out his front door, around the side of her yard in the warm early summer day, cautious to not garner attention from any nosy neighbors.
The door was unlatched as promised and he entered under the archway. Peering in she was not present as he scanned the eight foot high courtyard walls, walls mostly covered in climbing vines adorned by fragrant vivid scarlet red roses. He was familiar with the courtyard, it being directly viewable from his bedroom. It was long and narrow, maybe fifty feet deep by twenty five feet wide, bearing a circular fountain in the middle, a bronze pineapple at the top, the water seeping from it, slowly trickling down the sides of its six foot high bronze base, piddling into the pool surrounding it, the droplets being the only and calming sound.
Stepping inside he peered around the fountain and saw her standing against the far back wall, her body framed by the small redwood pergola, shadowed by the upper beams as the sun glanced them. A chair was set in front of her, maybe five feet back from where she stood. He walked closer. She lifted her face and signaled him to take a seat. He did as instructed, observing her covered in a translucent cream silk wrap from neck to foot.
Her dirty blond hair was put up, revealing her narrow angular face, high cheekbones, thin eyebrows, piercing green eyes, small upturned nose and best of all her deep red painted lips. His eyes ran across her body straining to see more- he noticed her long slender neck, petite shoulders, small pert breasts and faintly detected her long and erect nipples, her flat tight midsection- a new piercing dangling from her belly button- her slightly curved hips and expecting to find her golden tufts instead saw a scarlet red rose covering her privates, the stem tucked between her thighs. His eyes ran down her long slender legs and he found her wearing a seductive pair of four inch high heels. "Lithe" was probably the right word to describe her delightfully tight and slender body.
She looked at him, "Do you like what you see, young man?"
"Yes, you are a beautiful erotic artwork."
She smirked and lowered the shroud off her shoulders down to her pear shaped waist and then let it go. Slowly the thin fabric drifted to the ground in the warm air and pooled around her feet. She looked at him and stood silent as she let him observe.
"Would you have me appear differently?" she asked.
"Black stockings and sheer elbow length black gloves..." he replied.
She interrupted before he could finish, "Black in the summer? No, no, young man, you have much to learn... something softer, perhaps taupe or white stockings with white heels. Your preference is driven by lust and desire rather than art.... Would you change anything else?"
"I would add a riding crop," he replied.
"Really?" she asked with slight surprise.
