Following a long term relationship, Simon was open to new experiences. What he hadn't realised, was that so many women would still find him attractive. He was no spring chicken, but had the energy of a 20 yr old. When he fist met Sandra, he was instantly aware that she found him attractive. She wore tight fitting trousers, a basque style top and high heels.

This was a woman with style. Younger than him, but not completely inexperienced, she made the first move by coming to talk. When he asked if they could go for a coffee, she immediately agreed. Sitting in the coffee shop, she turned and faced him, legs up on the sofa, high heels on show. Sandra knew she was attractive and sexy. She wasn't scared to make the mosty of it. When she offered him a drink at her house, he accepted willingly, feeling slightly stiff at the mere hint of a chance to see 'more' of her.

On the way, Sandra giggled whilst telling stories about lingerie shopping trips.

Simon felt the pressure build in his jeans and hoped it wasn't obvious that he was staring at her ample breasts! As she turned the engine off, Simon leant over and stole a kiss.

Had he moved too quickly? How would she react? By opening her soft lips and kissing back - that's how! When they stopped, she looked away in an act of coyness, but Simon had the go ahead. As the front door shut, he reached out for her. She slipped away, "The living room is that way. I'll be back in a minute." she said. Sure enough, she returned shortly. She had changed the trousers in favour of a white, gypsy skirt and loose blouse which were, ".. more comfortable".

Simon noted the legs wrapped in nylon and prayed that they were stockings. He'd always had a passion for stockings.

He didn't have to wait long to find out. As he started to get up to greet her, she pushed him back onto the sofa and straddled him. The skirt rose just enough to reveal stocking tops and as his hands slid up her thighs to her hips, he felt the suspender belt. She kissed him hard . he felt her tongue exploring his and he felt his length as hard as rock in his jeans. She felt it too, pressing up against her through the clothing.