TWO DAYS IN THE PARK -- In Praise of Older Woman
I had been unemployed for just over a month now -- financially I was OK but the pot I had accumulated would not last for ever. I had sorted a routine where I would chase up new job opportunities and interview possibilities on Monday to Wednesday leaving me Thursday and Friday free.
Initially I had caught up on jobs at home but once that was sorted I found that boredom would set in and I didn't know what to do with myself. It was late spring/early summer and the weather was warm.
One Thursday I had to go to Tunbridge Wells to deliver a CV to an agency and about 10.30 I was coming back home and suddenly realised I had nothing left to do that day.
As I drove home I saw the gates of Dunorlan Park, a lovely area with a lake and woodlands and grass and I felt the compulsion to pull up, park the car and take a stroll.
There were a few people spread around the park and I wandered down taking a copy of the Telegraph with me as Thursday was job advert day. I found a bench and started to read.
One or two people walked past me and a number of them were women in their thirties who had young kids with them -- I became aware of some short skirts and strappy tops and felt a small stirring in my pants.
I got up and wandered for a bit finally finding a bench partly concealed on the edge of the wood but with a good view of part of the park and the lake. There was a path coming down on one side of it through the trees. Some of the women had spread out blankets and were sitting down, although they constantly had to get up and down to retrieve errant toddlers. This afforded me a constantly changing view of cleavages, legs and the occasional flash of panty or a thong.
I had my sunglasses on and the Telegraph across my lap. My fly was open and my hand was gently stroking and caressing my hardening cock while I watched the scenes unfolding before me. To any casual observer I was sitting down with a paper in my lap soaking up the sun.
I had been there for about five minutes when I heard the sound of footsteps coming down the path to my left. I stopped my actions and just relaxed expecting whoever it was to walk on past the bench to the lake.
A woman in her early sixties, in a floral dress came walking down the path -- she looked at me with a slight disappointment in her eyes -- perhaps she was used to having the bench to herself -- she seemed to hesitate and then sat down on the bench to my left. She had been carrying a book which she proceeded to open, taking out a pair of black rimmed glasses and starting to read.
She crossed her legs and I could see that she was wearing black tights or stockings which looked out of place with the pastel shades of the dress. She had back hair heavily streaked with grey which was very long and pulled back quite severely. The whole outfit and the way she was made up reminded me very much of an elderly schoolteacher.
After a moment she looked up and said "it's a lovely day"
"Beautiful" I replied -- "really warm"
"Do you often visit the park" she asked -- her voice was very upper class and her diction was perfect
"Not really" I replied "I am between jobs at the moment so I come here to relax"
"That's nice" she said and returned to her reading.
The warmth of the day, the earlier stimulation of the young mums and the conversation with this upper class schoolmistress type were having a very positive effect on my cock which was by now straining against the newspaper and had begun to throb.
I was suddenly taken with an idea which I would never normally entertain but the thrill of its contemplation was really exciting me. I looked to my right and was pleased to see that all but one of the parties spread out earlier had moved on and the last one was packing up, folding blankets and retrieving kids. Apart from people a long way away we were practically alone in this corner of the park.
I decided to act.
"Do you come to the park a lot" I asked
"Yes" she replied "I like it when the weather is nice -- I can read and enjoy the sun at the same time"
"So do you live locally" I asked
"About a ten minute walk away" she answered
"Exercise, sun and literature" I said "that's a good combination
She smiled "I'm retired now -- 4 years -- need to keep active" "What did you do" I asked
"I was a headmistress for 25 years" she said. I couldn't have guessed more right!
"Enjoying your retirement" I asked "It must be nice to spend time with your family"
She looked a little stern "I am not married" she almost snapped "never have been"
"Sorry" I replied "I didn't mean to offend"
She smiled "I am sorry -- it's not your fault -- you weren't to know"