I had known Cindy for years; we both volunteered for a community service organization. When I met her, she was married to a nice, but rather dull guy, whereas she was a rather sassy, impetuous lady with a bawdy sense of humor. I figured, opposites attract. Cindy and I were good buddies, and there was a little mild flirting, but it never crossed the line of propriety. Once, during a meeting, she was sitting on the floor, wearing jeans, with her knees pulled up to her chest, and she happened to slowly part her legs. It just happened that our eyes met at that moment. Her face didn't change expression, but I had the feeling that there was a little telepathy there.
As the years went on, I got married, too. I didn't see so much of Cindy, but I noticed that she was starting to jazz up her appearance a bit -- she was now in her '50s, and still hot as can be, but probably beginning to wonder whether she still had it. She had her hair done more often, wore flashier clothes, and so on.
Last night, we were both at the center. I hadn't seen her for a while. I noticed that she had painted her toenails a deep red color, and her feet looked really great. She sat next to me and made conversation, and I found myself wondering what kind of panties she was wearing. I had a hunch that they were something provocative -- lacy, skimpy, some hot color. I was very distracted.
Later that evening, I had an argument with another staff member. I was really steamed. Cindy saw it, and offered a sympathetic ear. She gave me a ride home, and we stopped at the beer and wine emporium and picked up a couple of rather large bottles of dark ale. I was still a bit upset, and we stopped along the way in order to have a drink and talk as the sun was going down.