One of the mothers from my sons class attracted my attention more then once. Her name was Sylvia, an attractive blonde with a nice round ass and a nice pair of round B cup tits.
Sylvia is usually dressed in outfits that complement either her ass or breasts, sometimes just both.
Just this morning for example, as I was bringing my son to school I met Sylvia almost halfway up the street on foot. My own pace slowed as I wanted to watch Sylvia from the back, wiggling her ass in front of me bringing her own daughter to school. Sylvia was wearing this tight black skirt clearly outlining her ass cheeks split by probably a thong. I watched her walk in front of me a couple of minutes before my son caught up with her daughter.
Sylvia turned around, spotting me following her with my eyes, "you watching my ass?" she jokingly shot towards me. "Definitely." I replied with a smile, increasing my pace to catch up with her.
We had a pleasant chat whilst dropping of the kids at school.
After dropping the kids off we walked home making small talk. I noticed Sylvia was straightening her shirt quite a few times while we were making small talk and moving along the road. Each time she fixed her shirt she would push her breasts a little forward, allowing me a glance at her breasts. Sylvia invited me over for a cup of coffee so we walked past my house towards hers.
The chat took a rather flirty tour as she asked my what my significant other would say if she knew we were going for coffee together. I observed Sylvia before formulating my answer.
She had this shy look upon her face twirling a finger through her hair.
I explained that I was in an open relationship and that flirting was definitely allowed. So there was not a real problem for me.
I continued by asking the same question to her.
"I make my own choices who I want to drink coffee with, but I usually pick the more attractive fathers." she replied.
"So you do this more often?" I replied with a smile.
"I have got my needs," she replied with a smile on her face.
This is me, as we approached her house, she opened the front door and stepped inside. I followed her, turned around to close the door. As I turned around to face Sylvia my jaw dropped. In the time I was turned around and closing the door she had stripped and stood in front of me wearing a very hot set of red lingerie.