Today started out a little differently. The sun was out after a rather cloudy beginning in the early morning and I was heading to the coffee bar to meet a few friends for our yearly gathering. Though not all could make it, we still had a sizeable group, and after the usual pleasantries, placed our orders and headed outside to enjoy the good weather. However, as I open the door, a foxy woman enters. She turns heads of both young and old and eyes, other than my own, follow her slinking across the floor to the bar.

 

Tight short dress, blonde hair, glasses and a few jewelry bangles, adorn the corded, sinewy muscles. The long workouts show, very tight and lean, all eyes were upon her and I was not the only open mouth in the place. The guns on this woman are perfectly proportioned, oh the curves, and the legs so tanned, toned and tight. Well you are thinking this is a young fox, but not at all, and perhaps I am betraying my age a little, though she was younger than I but not by much. The few lines across her brow and cheeks betraying her age, only serve to enhance her beauty. The lines of distinction and wisdom across her face with a bright shining smile that sets your heart aflame, coupled with the grace and confidence of a cat, she knew she drew the attention of both male and female as she walks across the room.

 

Yes, that was the first impression. With a sigh, the gang  head out to the patio to enjoy our drinks and I am still smiling, thinking of that singular moment when you see someone, knowing that a fleeting glimpse is all you may ever have while the rest is a memory.

However, the story does not end here in fact, far from it and as we settle into our chairs, no more than 5 minutes elapses when this foxy lady walks out on to the patio and takes a seat in the morning sun. No more than 10 feet from where we all sit, she is directly in my line of sight. I look and feast my eyes up her between banter with my comrades, glancing back and forth between them; there she sits framed perfectly between my two best friends. The sun’s angle reflects her beauty, radiating off her tanned skin from toes to brow. I drink her in; occasionally catching her eye and she mine. The smile on her lips offers nothing but is merely self-confidence, knowing the appreciation she draws.

 

Her smooth legs disappear under her short tight dress. The fabric stretches tight across her thighs, wrapping her body and leaving little to the imagination. Yet so well covered, this only accentuates the lines and curves of her beautifully muscular and well-proportioned body. Not a bulge in sight, she was a Goddess. Crossing her legs from time to time and leaning over to sip her coffee, I see the diamond rings gracing her long slender fingers and wonder if she waits for her lover or possibly her husband.

 

My wondering does not last as a man, also in good shape, probably my age with clean beard and short hair sits down beside her. I imagine the two of them spent much time together in a gym however, he is not my focus. Moving gracefully, the hem of her dress rides higher and higher as she shifts in her seat and occasionally she tugs it back into place, though when she does, it is always with that secretive smile. I gaze at her chatting on phone, texting, just enjoying the sun and suddenly, she turns in her seat. Now I have this beauty facing me directly instead of at the angle and the occasional view she now offers as her legs cross and shift send my gentlemanly manner screaming out of the door as her grace screams look, enjoy, but ask before you do more.

 

Try as I might, the schoolboy lust is urging me to snap a picture of this beauty. I resist however, suspecting the image will melt my phone. Now there is the occasional view of more than a man should be seeing of a married woman and thoughts of Sharon Stone in fatal attraction as she sat answering the detective’s questions; crossing and teasing assaulted me. Yet this woman is very different in manner from those I know. Her white panties covering her mound, peeking from a slight triangle, from time to time, attest to that. Eventually, I remove my glasses to keep from staring so at this rare, elegant and sweet beauty desperately trying to deny the thoughts bombarding my mind.  No, not this time, as this woman is strong and focused, and though she admires the on lookers, even teasing those that might catch her eye, you can see she is devoted to the man that shares her table.

 

As with anything, all good things must end, and though I enjoyed this rare vision for an hour or so, eventually, she leaves with her lover. With her tight dress stretched across an even tighter ass, I watch her long sinewy legs carry this rare jewel away.

 

A woman can still carry herself well, no matter what age. Some are simply finer than aged wine, and such a sweet joy to watch. Smiling at this fox, this sensual woman, who, for a brief time, allowed me to bask in the pleasure of her. Enjoying her movements as she sat this Friday morning, glorying in the sun, which chased away the early morning clouds, I with my friends she with hers.