I sat on my seat, in the morning sunshine, watching her window-shopping. It was 9.15 am, and a beautiful sunny morning. I had come into town to pay some money into the bank, forgetting that it was Wednesday, staff training day, when they did not open until 10am.
That was why I was here, sitting on the bench, watching the world, or more likely, the ladies going by. Oh, my name is Dylan by the way, Dylan Mulholland, 36-year-old builder/handyman. Recently divorced after my wife discovered some discarded thongs in my truck. Could I help it if some of my clients wanted a more personal service? Anyway, she disagreed, and here I was single again, with almost an hour to spare. It was fun watching the young mothers strolling by, kids dropped off at school, and now with some time to themselves. MILF is the common term I hear for them know, Mothers I would Like to Fuck. No way was I going to argue with that one, fucking mothers was a delight, and God did they love it too, as I had discovered.
I had been there about ten minutes I guess when I saw her. Quite tall, long flowing curly hair, wearing a spaghetti top, and what I would call a long peasant skirt. She had a way of moving, a liquid sensuality almost pouring from her, with a slow lazy walk, which made it look like she was floating along.
I was watching her, as she stopped to look in the windows, and I soon realised, when she was a little closer, that she was looking at me also. Or, to be more precise, at my reflection in the shop windows. She was directly opposite me, when I got a closer look, nice tits she had, swinging freely as well I noticed. When she glanced at me through the window, I caught her eye, and smiled. Noting a fractional acknowledgement on her face. She moved along a little further, with a more pronounced swing in her hips now, and a subtle smile upon her face. Stopping to look in each shop, almost as if she was checking that I was still there, which of course I was. She had my full attention, as the delicious swelling in my pants verified.
When she approached Tiffany's Coffee Shop, she stopped at the doorway, and looked directly back at me. She smiled once, licking her lips, and then disappeared, inside the shop. Now I know an invitation when I see one, especially considering my history, as my ex-wife would say. In a heartbeat I was off my bench and entering the shop behind her, just in time to hear her order a coffee and a bagel.
"Make that two coffees, and two bagels."
I told the waitress, receiving a smile from the MILF, as she turned, and walked to find a table. I paid for the coffees, and waited for them, feeling the lady's eyes surveying my butt. At least it was nice and tight; I looked after myself, and knew that she would find nothing to complain about there. I joined her at the small table that she had chosen, placing her drink and bagel in front of her. We ate, and drank in silence, watching each other. I could not believe how erotic this felt, watching as she licked the bagel, before biting into it, and when I felt her foot on my leg, I almost choked. She just looked me in the eye, as her foot moved higher, sliding up my thigh, eventually rubbing my now hard cock with her foot.
That was when she spoke for the first time,
