The message on the dating bulletin board read: "Frustrated 40-something London wife seeks sensitive older man for drinks, chat, naughty games - who knows what...?" I banged off an email: "Frustrated 50-something husband would love to get together with you. I'll be in Victoria Arms, 8pm Friday. Here's my photo."
I was astonished to receive a reply: "OK, it's a date. I'll be the one in the purple dress and carrying a handbag with a flower on it."
Still hardly daring to believe she'd turn up, I bought a box of chocolates and wrapped them in black paper, tied with a gold ribbon. I arrived early, got myself a glass of wine and found a table in the middle of the bar, where I could easily be seen.
At 8.10 my cock twitched as I saw her: about 5ft 2, nicely waved black hair and generous bosom and hips well shown off in the purple mini-dress. I noticed the black handbag decorated with a flower made of gold foil, matching her fuck-me shoes. She spotted me and her mouth opened in a friendly grin.
"I really couldn't dare believe you were going to come!" I said "What will you have to drink?"
"Red wine seems a good idea," she said, glancing at the remains of my drink. "But let's take a table back there," she added, indicating the quieter recess of the lounge, some way from the bar. She headed off purposefully and I dashed to the bar for drinks.
As I arrived, and put the drinks on the table, she leaned forward to pick up her glass, giving me a nice view of her cleavage. The low neckline fell forward, making it obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. I made no secret of staring, and her lips twitched in a sensuous smile. As I moved for the chair opposite her, she slid along the bench seat: "Here, sit next to me!"
I obeyed, and as I sat down she moved back in my direction, so our thighs pressed gently against each other. My cock twitched again. I reached down into my bag. "What's this?" she said with a smile, leaning forward again, and her tits came into view, nipples standing out like pencil erasers. She saw me looking, glanced down at her neckline, grinned again and pulled the dress forward slightly to give me an even better view.
I produced the parcel - "A little present for you, it's nothing really, just to say thank you for meeting me..."
"Wow, a present, for me? Yummy, I love presents!" She took hold of one of the bow-ends between her thumb and forefinger and gently, slowly, pulled it open. I pictured her pulling on the cord of her silky pyjama pants. The gold ribbon soon fell away and both her hands slipped delicately under the black paper, sliding it aside. I pictured her slipping her knickers down over that generous arse.
"Mmmm... dark chocolates, my favourites!" she said, excitedly tearing off the cellophane and opening the lid. "That deserves a kiss."

more to cum after lunch...

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Erotically yours... Gus