I looked across at Sandra for what must have been the tenth time; I couldn’t stop staring. She was so hot! She must have been in her fifties at least, but she was incredibly attractive. She had a sort of haughty look to her, dressed in a simple black dress with a set of pearls setting it off nicely.Beautiful!“Sandra, I – I hope you don’t think it’s too forward of me – but would you like to go out for dinner?”She’d looked a bit taken aback. I could see her daughter Trish smiling though.“Don’t be silly, young man – why on earth would you want to take me out?”I blushed at being called a ‘young man’. I was forty-two years old. “Actually, because I find you incredibly attractive, and – and I’d really like to talk to you.” And have sex with you, I didn’t add. I didn’t think it was quite the right moment.I’d actually popped over to ask if I could borrow Ben’s chainsaw. My best buddy wasn’t there, but his wife Trish was – and so was her mother.For me, it was lust at first sight! I’d always had a thing for older women, but Sandra was in the ‘Oh, wow!’ category.“Mum’s recently moved house to be nearer us,” Trish had said, explaining her mother’s presence. “She’s got one of those new park homes by the river and has just popped in for a coffee.”“Oh, I’ve seen those – they’re very nice,” I’d responded, trying to make conversation.“Yes, they’re a good size – not too big to clean, but still enough room to swing a cat,” Sandra had replied. She’d got a good sense of humour. That was when I’d blurted out my dinner invitation.“So – Are you on for dinner, then…?” I was sounding uncertain, even to my own ears.Sandra frowned. “I can’t think why you would possibly…”“…It’s alright, James,” interrupted Trish. “You can pick her up from her new place at seven. I’ll make sure she’s ready.”“Trish! What…”“Not now, Mum. I think going out would be a great idea. And James is good company. Don’t look a free meal in the face!” She looked across at me and grinned. “Now, shoo, you. Here’s her address,” she added, passing me a piece of paper. “And don’t worry about getting her home early – she doesn’t turn into a pumpkin at midnight.”“Trish!” I heard her mother’s startled reaction to this last comment.Laughing silently to myself, I left, hope flourishing and all thoughts of borrowing the chainsaw gone from my mind.ooOoo Finding her new home wasn’t difficult. When I picked her up, she was looking devastating in a red blouse and a smart black above-the-knee skirt with black tights over her shapely legs, and three-inch black heels.“Wow, Sandra!” I said, my eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. “You look absolutely fabulous!”“Thank you, James,” she replied with – I thought – pleasure.Feeling bold, I stepped forward to give her a kiss on the cheek. Laughing, she let me escort her to my car, where I opened the door for her.“I don’t know why I agreed to this. My daughter can be a bit of a bully sometimes.”“We don’t have to go out if you don’t want to,” I said, trying to hide any possible disappointment.“My, you are being the perfect gentleman, aren’t you!” she said. “No, I am happy to go out with you, young man – my daughter has vouched for you. Just don’t have too many expectations,” she said, eying me carefully. “I’m old enough to be your mother.”It was my turn to laugh. I hoped she didn’t mind, but I wasn’t thinking of her that way at all.ooOooDinner with her was easy. I took her to a local restaurant where the service was slow, the food good, and the ambience laid-back. Surprisingly, and to my delight, she was very relaxed and chatty. Less surprisingly, knowing Trish, she also displayed an acute intelligence Ankara escort and a wry sense of humour. I was captivated and it was a very entertaining evening that I didn’t want to end.Early on she told me that her husband had died of cancer eight years before.“He was a good man,” she said, sadly. “But I’ve tried to move on. Buying a place near my daughter was her idea, to be honest, and I admit it is good to be closer to them.”When she got up to visit the ladies, I was sure I could see the outline of a suspender belt through her skirt. My cock twitched, and my hopes for the evening rose, despite her earlier warning to me.By that point, we had shared a bottle of wine between us and I thought we were getting to know each other quite well. With her sense of humour, I judged that she was perhaps relaxed enough to venture a slightly provocative question as she returned from the ladies:“So, Sandra, it looks like you’re wearing stockings tonight…?”Sandra looked a little startled, and then laughed her gentle laugh at me as she sat down again.“Yes, I am, actually. it was Trish’s idea. She said it would make me feel younger. And sexy.” She took another sip of her wine, then flashed me a smile.” “I think she may be right,” she whispered, almost to herself. Before I could respond she cleared her throat and continued. “The ones I’m wearing are actually hers. I haven’t had use for anything like that for years.”“I find that hard to believe,” I responded, distracted both by her words and the images flashing through my mind.“Oh, you are a charmer, aren’t you! Actually, you should beware. My daughter calls me an Alpha female. She says I scare men away. You’re the first person who’s asked me out since my husband died.”“Wow. That’s a long time without – without any male company,” I finished lamely.“I know what you’re thinking, young man. I do think about sex, you know. But it’s been so long and – and to be honest, my husband was never a particularly enthusiastic lover.” She sighed. “I thought all that was behind me.” She gave me that look again. The one where she seemed to see right through me. “So don’t go getting too many ideas…”I found her candour slightly uncomfortable, but contrary to her words, I found I was having far too many ideas…Not long after, I paid for our meal and returned her, unmolested, to her new home – still well before midnight, so no danger of her turning into a pumpkin.As I escorted her to her doorstep, wondering about how she would react to a goodnight kiss, she hesitated. Turning to me she looked uncertain for the first time that evening. “Would you like to come in for coffee?” she asked, her normal poise in abeyance.After her warnings, I was a bit surprised at the offer. I wasn’t sure whether her uncertainty was about my possible rejection or her own misgivings. But I wasn’t about to look a gift horse in the mouth.“Yes please.”I followed her in and looked around her new home. It was a very open plan, with the sitting room and kitchen all part of one big space. She’d made it very cosy and relaxing in the short time she’d been there.As she was making coffee at the kitchen counter, I stepped up behind her and put my arms around her waist, resting my chin on her shoulder. She froze.I immediately released her. “I’m sorry – I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”“No – No, that’s all right, James – you just took me by surprise, that’s all. You can put your arms around me if you want. It felt nice.”Slowly, I stepped back and replaced my arms around her waist. I nuzzled her neck and kissed her earlobe.“It’s really difficult making Ankara escort bayan coffee when you’re doing that,” she scolded me.“I’m sorry…” This time, though, I didn’t step away. I kissed her neck instead. To my delight, goosebumps appeared.She moaned softly. “Oh, James, it’s been so long…”I whispered in her ear “You wouldn’t believe how much I want you… Sandra turned to face me, looking serious all of a sudden. “As I said earlier, you shouldn’t expect too much James. You should know that my husband and I – well, we didn’t really have sex much. I loved him to bits, but he wasn’t really into it. I never really understand why. I think perhaps I wasn’t very good at it.”She laughed at the expression on my face. “Don’t worry. I’m not about to turn you down flat. I’m not frigid – I’m just not very experienced, and – and this is all quite sudden, you know. You might have to be patient with me is all.”In response, I took her face in my hands and kissed her lips. They were incredibly soft. “I can do that,” I replied softly.She frowned. “I still don’t see what you find attractive about me…”“You’re beautiful,” I said. “And incredibly erotic. You do things to me just by standing there with that expression on your face.”“What expression?”I laughed. “The one that makes me feel like a misbehaving five-year-old.”“Oh, that. That’s what my daughter calls my ‘don’t touch’ look.” She pointed to herself. “Alpha-female, remember?”“Mmmm.” I raised my hands to her ample breasts, cupping them gently, massaging them through the material of her thin blouse. She drew in a sharp breath but, surprisingly, didn’t slap me or tell me to remove my hands. I kissed her again before she could object.She almost snorted when she finally broke the kiss.“I can’t believe you’re doing that after what I just said about my ‘don’t touch’ look,” she said, slightly breathlessly. “It obviously doesn’t work on you. And anyway, my breasts are large and saggy – not appealing at all.”“You should let me be the judge of that.” I could feel her nipples through her bra. I circled my thumbs over them. Her pulse rate increased. “Why don’t you take off your blouse for me, Sandra?” I whispered.She studied me intently for a few moments. Then, without breaking eye contact, she silently began to undo her buttons. I smiled at her.“I don’t know why I’m doing this,” she complained. “I’m indulging you.”“I know,” I said as she finished the last one. “But a part of me thinks you want to.”She slid off her blouse and almost defiantly cast it to one side. Now she was standing in front of me with just her bra separating her breasts from my eyes.“Now take off your bra.”She looked at me rebelliously for a moment, and then, chin up and head held high, she put her hands behind her back to unhook the supporting garment. I held my breath as she slowly took it away, defiantly revealing her breasts to me. She was a proud woman, standing before me with breasts bared. But her eyes were uncertain, and I could see a tremor in her lower lip; she was waiting for my rejection. Her tits were large and pendulous, just like she’d said. I thought they were beautiful; I thought that Sandra, standing there like that, was a stunning and powerful woman. She was indeed an Alpha female. I leaned forward to kiss each of her magnificent examples of womanhood, raising each in turn to kiss the large nipples.“You have delightful, wonderful breasts,” I said with feeling.Her hands found the back of my head and she pulled my face into her chest, shuddering as her breathing grew ragged. She started to sob.“Hey, what’s the matter?”She Escort Ankara pressed herself against me and sobbed even harder. Finally, she shook her head as she held onto my shirt. “Nothing,” she said. “You are such a nice man.”Nice? I wasn’t sure I wanted to be nice.“We could go to bed?” I suggested.“I – I’m not sure.” She took my head into her hands and looked into my eyes. A bemused smile forced its way through the tears. “I’ve only known you a few hours, and you’re lovely. But I don’t want you to think I’m a loose woman, going to bed with any young man on her first date in forever.”“Mmmm – A loose woman! How appealing…”She laughed, despite herself.“How can I persuade you, I wonder…?”Slowly, I dropped to my knees. I slid my hands under her skirt and started to caress her bottom cheeks. I’ll freely admit it – I’m a bottom man, and the thought of Sandra’s bottom had been working away at me all evening.The action of putting my hands under her skirt made it ruck up, bringing into view her stocking tops and the creamy white thighs above. I could feel the heat from between her legs and I began to kiss the visible pale skin.As I did so, her knickered mound came into view. Plain white cotton panties with a small moist patch right on the front, betraying her arousal. A few grey hairs were trying to escape around the elastic of her knickers, indicating she was unshaven. I planted a kiss on the moist gusset, at the same time inhaling her musky scent. Her odour was womanly and sensual, and my cock was suddenly as hard as a hammer.I could hear Sandra’s ragged breathing, and she was letting out little moans of pleasure. In a moment of pure lust, I reached for the waistband of her panties and tugged them down to the top of her thighs, exposing her reluctant pussy to my desperately hungry eyes.She had the sparse thatch of an older woman, the colour of her hair an iron grey completely appropriate for an Alpha female like Sandra. She was a truly magnificent woman – and she was just how I liked. I nuzzled her mound, pushing my face into her, inhaling her scent as if I would never have another chance. God, such a powerful aroma – an aphrodisiac that made me want her there and then!Breathless, Sandra stopped me with her hands, pushing me away a few inches and holding me there.“No – I – you don’t want to do that…” she said weakly.“What?” I was like a kid who’d just had his favourite toy taken away. “Yes – yes, I do!” I contradicted, never so sure of anything in my life.Grasping her buttocks, I pulled her towards me. Moaning, Sandra yielded to my excitement, and I returned my lips to her awesome cunt. My tongue sought her slit and found her pussy lips. I kissed them, slowly inveigling my tongue inside her wetness.She moaned. “Oh god! Stop, stop!” Reluctantly, I withdrew my face and looked up at her. God, she looked so powerful, yet also so very vulnerable, looking down at me from that angle.She pulled me to my feet. “What are you doing to me, James?” she breathed.“I’m trying to show you how much I adore you, Sandra. How much I want you. You’re so sexy and erotic, and – and yet – and yet also so innocent and naive.” “Oh, James – I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have let you do that. But I – you can’t do that. It’s not right – nobody’s ever done anything like that to me before.” “Well, they bloody well should have,” I said, annoyed. “And of course, you can let me do that. I want to make you feel good, and you’re supposed to enjoy it.”“I – I don’t expect you to do that, James. I – I don’t deserve it.”“Why don’t you deserve it?”“Because I’m old, and my husband’s died, and I’ve had my chance…” “Sandra, you’re talking nonsense. Of course, you deserve it. Especially if you’ve never had it before. Don’t you want to have fun? And anyway, it’s not all for you. I enjoy it, too. I enjoy kissing your pussy and it turns me on.” I paused. “You turn me on. Everything about you turns me on, Sandra.”