I called inside the shirt shop and next door for the trousers I had ordered the week before. I headed up the high street with my shirts and trousers. The next shop was for a pair of new shoes. Went inside and I was greeted by a fabulous looking woman about my age.
She had on a low-cut top. What a great cleavage she had. And she was wearing a loose short skirt. She knelt on the floor to help me with the shoes. I was quite capable of doing it myself. But that cleavage I wanted to look down and get a good eyeful of her tits if I could.
I had picked up slip-on shoes I wanted ones with laces. I told her what I wanted. She stood up and her tits went this way and that way. She came back with the shoes. She was looking away from me and bent over. She had long, shapely legs, and I got a quick look at her pants.
Well, yes, my dick was on the rise. She knelt helping me with the shoes. I tried on both pairs with her help. I was looking down at her tits all the time. My dick was hard as iron. She took her time she must have looked at the bulge in my trousers all the time.
I could do no other than buy both pairs of shoes. While I was paying, I wriggled on dick to make me a little more comfortable. To hell with it, I asked her out for a date.
She smiled and told me she had a boyfriend. Lucky bastard, I said to myself. I would have fucked her all night long if I could manage it.
Back on the high street, it was about a ten-minute walk to where I wanted to eat. I was in not much of a hurry so I stopped now and then and did a little window shopping. Well, then something else caught my eye walking up the high street.
There was this woman in front of me a good six feet tall. Wearing three-inch strappy heels. White tight trousers they must have been shrunk on her. A white top with a matching handbag. She had brown hair touching her shoulders. And on one wrist, a bracelet and her other wrist a watch. I could not make out if she had rings on her left hand.
That was all I could see from behind her. I walked slow and watched her bum wriggle from side to side. What a tight bum she had. As far as I could tell she had on no knickers. There again it could have been a thong she was wearing. I wondered what her face looked like. If she looked as good from the front, she could wear me out all night long.
I followed her and half a dozen men nearly broke their necks looking at her. She must be a good looker or she has a great pair of tits bouncing up and down.
Will I go up and say hello or keep on looking at her bum? I was only steps away from where I wanted to have a drink and a bite to eat. To my surprise, she went to the same place. Shit, she going to meet someone in there. Never mind she had a nice bum to watch.
The restaurant was small, and the tables are close together. She went inside and sat with her back to the wall looking into the place. It was now time I could get a look at her face so I sat down right opposite her. I could not see her face right away then I got a good look at her. My eyes zoomed in on her tits and the top she was wearing was undone showing her well-shaped pair of tits. She had on her third finger a ring.
That’s it she is waiting for her husband or possibly her lover my hope was dashed. I was two forty-five and I was hungry and wanted a cool long drink.
She ordered and I ordered. Then she got up and went to the lady’s room. I wanted to follow and make love to her. My dick was stood upright just thinking about her. Two lots of great tits in less than ten short minutes. I was hoping it was my lucky day.
She came back and sat down I glanced at her with a smile and she returned the same. As she ate her food, she pushed each tit in turn inwards and out it moved. For some reason, I looked at her ankles.
There was now an ankle bracelet. And every red-blooded man knows what that means. Right Mrs. or Miss let me finish off, and I will be over and take my chances.
“Excuse me but have we meet before or do I know you through a friend of ours,” I said with a smile.
She looked at me as I was being bold and sitting down at her table.
“That’s one of the oldest, chat up lines to a young woman you know,” she said.
“May I sit down?”
“It’s a bit late to ask you are already sat down,” she said.
I smile at her and she smile back I was in that was what I wanted.
“Sorry my name is Thomas Whitehead and who do I have the pleasure of speaking too,” I said still smiling at her.
She looked me up and down once again with a smile.
“Eleanor, Eleanor Johnson.”
“Please to meet you, Eleanor may, I call you by your first name.”
“Yes, you may.”
“Eleanor are you from Greece or France I think that name come from one or the other? I said.
“I am part French on my mother’s side.”
If her mother is French, she will know a thing or two in the sack I was thinking.
“Eleanor, may I buy you a drink?
“Yes, a large gin.”
I ordered more drinks my dick was trying to lift the table just looking at Eleanor. We were talking a while I ordered more drinks. Her foot was running up and down my legs. We talked for ages I looked at my watch it was half four. And we had not left the restaurant. All I wanted was to fuck her and leave.
Eleanor said, “what is the time is it.”
“Nearly quarter to five,” I said.
“God its late would you like to come to my house and have dinner at seven,” she said.
How could I not refuse her? She had made it clear by rubbing her foot up and down my leg and getting close to my dick.
“Yes, but I don’t know where you live,” I said.
“I live in Woodland Street number 69 we will expect you at seven bring a bottle if you wish.”
With that, she left the restaurant. I watch that bum wriggle from side to side again. I still could make my mind up if she was wearing knickers or not. After seven I was going to try and find out knickers on or not.
Hang on a minute she used the word “WE.” But she had on her third finger a ring. Her husband must be away, and she wants to play. No, it could be a threesome. No way she wants me well we are going to find out later.
I went home and unpacked my new shirts and trousers and both pairs of shoes. I thought of that girl in the shoe shop with the great cleavage. I went into the bathroom and got myself ready. Got dressed and put on one of my new shirts and trousers with a pair of slip-on shoes. Picked out my smart jacket. Picked up the phone and ordered a taxi to take me to 69 Woodland Street. I sat down and watched TV while I was waiting for my taxi at six forty-five. I was hoping I was going to be there on time.
The taxi turns up dead on time I paid the driver and walked up to the door. I knocked at the door, and a man opened it.
“You must be Thomas…come in sit down do you want a drink. Eleanor is getting ready with her friend upstairs,” he said.
He handed me a glass and a beer sitting down opposite the stairs. I opened the can and looked around the room.
“Sorry I am in the middle of cooking Eleanor and her friend will be down soon,” he said.
Then he vanished into the kitchen. I sat back a sipped my beer. What’s going on I was thinking to myself. He’s doing the cooking and Eleanor and some friend is upstairs getting ready. I might as well get a free meal and wait and see.
Minutes later he comes out of the kitchen and calls out Eleanor its ready come on down now I am putting it on the table. Then he vanished into the kitchen once again.
I heard footsteps coming down the stairs then I clapped my eyes on Eleanor’s feet. She was wearing red high heels. Then I zoomed in on the ankle bracelet. That confirmed it I was in for a quick session then sent on my way. My dick was on the rise in a second.
Slowly she came down the stairs she knew exactly where I was sitting. Step by step her legs went on and on. Then came into view the bottom of her skirt or dress. It was a dress it clung to her hips. Trying to make out what she was wearing underneath the red dress.
Step by step more came into view and there were a great pair of tits. Her neckline was in a vee. More steps down and her face was in full view. Her hair was up she had on pearl earrings and a pearl neckless. She was amazing. I had to wriggle in the chair to move my solid hard dick to the upright position.
Eleanor smiled at me looking at my trousers. What an effect on me she had in a few steps down the stairs. I got up to say hello and moved my dick some more. She smiled.” like what you see,” she said.
I moved to her to kiss her on the cheek.
“God yes,” I said.
Then I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Eleanor turned and headed for the dining room. What a bum she had and I was still guessing if she was wearing anything under the red dress.
I clapped my eyes on Eleanor, friends’ feet. She was wearing black high heels. Then I noticed she also was wearing an ankle bracelet. My dick was hard from seeing Eleanor. She slowly came down the stairs she knew exactly where I was standing.
Step by step her legs were as good as Eleanor’s. Then came into view the bottom of her black skirt or dress. And her dress it clinging to her hips. Step by step more of her came into view with another great pair of tits. Her neckline also was in a vee. More steps down and her face were in full view. Her hair also was up and only wearing studs in her ears. My dick was twice as hard by now.
Eleanor turned around saying, “sorry this is my good friend Jane. Jane this is Thomas.”
At that moment he walked in from the kitchen.
“Thomas this is my husband, David. David this is Thomas, I told you about him,” she said.
“Hello Thomas, I have already given him a beer and asked him to sit down. You three sit at the table and I will bring in our food,” David said.