A few days prior, an old friend of Mrs V's dad called up, inviting her over to meet a couple old family friends, previously unknown to us. She was more than happy to agree, content to see Katie and happy to be introduced to some doubtlessly kind and lovely other older folks.
At the appointed hour, Mrs V walks up to the door and rings the bell, having a quick look at herself in the window to the side. Regardless of the fact that she didn't dress for anyone else's enjoyment today, It's lovely to admire the incredible beauty and sexiness on display, no longer hidden, but fully expressed. Short summer skirt, sexy bra (just) hidden behind a light, gauzy top. She even felt like a little makeup, so those golden eyes are shimmering and nails all painted a fiery color.
The door opens and old family friend Katie greets her warmly, ushering her inside like a kind old auntie. She leads Mrs V slowly towards the living room, making chit chat along the way. Although when they do get there, there's just one older man, not a couple, as V thought Katie had said. But whatever.
He stands up politely and comes over to say hello. He's maybe 65, but quite handsome--very in-shape, olive-skinned, bald, and extremely well-dressed in a casual but obviously carefully-chosen way.
Mrs V goes for a handshake, but he brushes that off and comes in for an unexpected hug and kiss. Even more surprisingly, he rests his hands firmly on her hips as he claims it. It's a confusing mix of aggressive and polite and Mrs V just demurs to the kiss before stepping back, feeling a little flushed.
"I'm Roger," he says, letting his eyes roam over her quite obviously before sitting down on a chair across the low coffee table from V on the plush couch. Katie remains standing, seeming momentarily awkward.
After an odd pause, she pipes up:
"Well, I'll let you two get to know each other. I've just got some things to fetch in the kitchen."
She shuffles out of the room, letting the door swing shut behind her.
V is confused, and tries to diffuse the odd situation with conversation.
"So Roger," she says lightly, "how do you and Katie know each other?"
"Ah," he says, smiling and shifting a little closer. "Well, that goes back some time. But I suppose the most salient thing to know is that Katie and I have an arrangement of sorts."
This is getting even weirder.
"Uhhh, what type of arrangement?" V asks.
"Katie knows that I have quite particular tastes, and makes a point to introduce me whenever she meets a woman of a certain....how do I put this? A certain quality."
At this point V is a little uncomfortable, and certainly not interested in beating around the bush with this baffling but oddly compelling older man.
"What the hell does that mean?" she says bruskly.
"Bless her heart," he replies, "Katie is like a compass when it comes to encountering a particular type of woman, and she knows that I always enjoy meeting that same type as well."
"I'm no closer to understanding you," V says, genuinely confused. "What type are we talking about here?"
He stands up, coming over and sitting down on the table directly in front of her, knees almost touching.
"We are talking," he says slowly, "about hot MILF sluts who like it when a man simply takes them and makes them cum. Whether they know that's what they want or not."
As soon as he says this, looking intensely into Mrs V's eyes, he slides both hands up her legs, pulling her skirt right up to her waist. As usual, Mrs V has got no undies on, and he looks down and grunts appreciatively.
As strange as all this is, what's even more bizarre is V's own reaction as it happens. She's fully expecting to be standing, slapping his face and storming off, but instead she remains rooted to the spot, still looking back at him. And far from storming off, she can feel her legs spread ever so slightly as her whole body suddenly feels flushed. V's pussy tingles and starts to pulse undeniably.
