The events of the past few days, incredible as they might seem to readers, can only be described as serendipity; a huge slice of unbelievable luck - greater in my opinion than coming up on the lottery.
It all began one summer's day in the supermarket car park, when my attention was drawn to woman in a white halter-neck summer dress crouching down inspecting the flat tyre of her Mini-Cooper. In that position it was difficult not to notice her, for her skirt had ridden high along her thighs and the front of her dress had flopped forward, offering me not only an inviting cleavage but the sight of mature fleshy orbs, nestling in a beautiful, white lacy bra.
It was a mesmerizing vision which manifested itself as a warm glow in my groin. The lady became aware of my presence and glancing up, caught my eyes ogling her breasts. She smiled knowingly.
'Wouldn't you just know it? I'm already late for an appointment. And now this happens.' She said nodding her head at the wheel of the car.
Her lips were full and painted bright scarlet, the colour contrasting beautifully with the loose blonde hair that framed her features. She continued smiling and I was instantly in thrall to her.
The woman's words didn't register at first. But when she stood up my mind snapped back to the present and I saw that with those lacquered nails and high heeled shoes, she wasn't dressed for wheel changing. So, on a wild assumption that I might be able to ingratiate myself with this damsel in distress and, who knows ... see more of her cleavage, I offered to change the wheel for her. Grateful for my offer, the lady thanked me profusely, introducing herself as Eve. Then, as a thank you gesture, offered to drive me home - an offer I couldn't refuse!
During the journey Eve became anxious about missing a business appointment and suggested we stop at her house on the way, where she could phone her apologies to the client. I didn't mind any delay, to spend yet more time in this elegant lady's company would be most pleasant.
We reached Eve's house and she invited me in. 'I'm going to the office to make that call, Paul. Why don't you go to the kitchen and help yourself to a beer.' I expressed my thanks and found my way to the kitchen. Sipping the cool liquid I started to wonder about Eve's age. Probably in her late thirties I hazarded but she could have been in her sixties for all I cared because she looked so amazing and oozed sex appeal.I wanted to get to know her better.
Eve eventually joined me in the kitchen and we began talking in generalities. But she soon moved on to personal matters. We discussed my graduation from university, and our mutual interest in photography - Eve's being professional, she had a studio attached to the house - and mine strictly amateur. Along the way we discovered other topics of mutual interest and our conversation became easy and relaxed.
After a couple of hours of this amiable chat and countless stolen glances at her breasts, I thought it prudent to take my leave, but Eve suggested I join her for dinner and I agreed in a flash; I was in no hurry to leave the company of this gorgeous woman.
After the meal was finished I again of going home before I outstayed my welcome. But Eve would have none of it. I admit I didn't argue the point as the mood between us was most amenable, especially after the wine we'd consumed.
Eve was a garrulous person, totally assured and confident in her appearance and behaviour. There was no affectation about her sexual appeal, she was well aware of how sexy she looked and the effect she could have on males of all ages!
When we'd finished eating Eve suggested we drink our coffees in the lounge. She said she had some pictures of particular interest to show me, and without waiting for my reply went to fetch them. After a lengthy absence she eventually returned carrying a couple of photo-albums and looking even more desirable.
I instantly noted she'd changed clothes, brushed her hair and retouched her make-up - not forgetting to apply more perfume -- and at this point my self-restraint began to abandon me, and I felt the stirrings of an erection.
Eve invited me to thumb through the albums; avid to see my reaction to the pictures. Opening the cover of the first one I was flabbergasted to see glamour photos of Eve. Sexy pictures of her wearing lingerie in various stages of undress, and in some instances -- naked and explicit! I turned the pages slowly while Eve commented on individual portraits, asking for my opinion as a fellow snapper. Did I find her sexy? Did her body do credit to the lingerie she wore? What about the lighting?
