After accepting a promotion in a town I was unfamiliar with my boss permitted me a couple of weeks to establish myself there before having to report to work. During that time I contacted a realtor to help me locate a new place to live.
It was late one August afternoon when I arrived at a prospective house for a viewing appointment. I had hardly parked when I became aware of someone standing at my door. When I looked up I was pleasantly greeted by the smiling face of a very attractive woman appearing to be in her late thirties.
"Mr. Saston," she said in a soft southern accent, offering me her hand as I stepped from my car.
Upon taking her small hand in mine I immediately noticed how soft and timid her grip was.
"My name is Barbara," she continued, "Shall we have a look around?"
Right away this voluptuous woman began reciting her sales pitch as she led the way towards the front door. She couldn't have taken more than a few steps along the stone walk way when the distinctive clicking of her high heels filled my ears, capturing my full attention. It was as if her heels were tapping out a melodious mating call that I was obliged to answer.
With my attentions now focused exclusively on Barbara's looks rather than her realtor's yammering I took notice of her blazing shoulder length auburn hair as the sun pulled out every aspect of its vibrant color. Normally that would've been mesmerizing enough were it not for her exquisite figure.
Standing about 5'10" atop her four inch black tapered heels, Barbara was in very good shape. She was curvy as a mature woman should be and yet well toned. Looking up from her sensual heels, beneath the sheer black silk of her stockings I admired her sculptured calves, flexing nicely as she strode onward.
As I continued my quick assessment my eyes narrowed to her unusually trim waist accentuated by a wide, tightly cinched belt. From her waist up Barbara's snuggly cut dress formed closely to her torso revealing not a single flaw to my discerning eye.
It was obvious this woman took good physical care of herself. Likewise by the detail of her look and of her fashion it was evident that she was concerned about her appearance and wasn't shy about drawing attention to herself or of being admired.
As we neared the house Barbara started towards the front door, but I detoured towards a path of stairs leading around the side of the house. "What's back here," I asked?
"Good idea," Barbara replied, pivoting back in my direction, "We can see the porch and back yard before the light fades. This time of day the lighting is perfect back there."
Once at the base of the stairs Barbara paused apparently hoping I would lead the way. Well I wasn't going to have any of that so I made a gesture for her to continue. Flashing just the littlest bit of a knowing smile Barbara began to ascend the stairs. I knew the best view of her would come from behind, so I deliberately hung back.
From several steps below, the view of Barbara's shapely legs up under her dress was perfect, allowing me to see the backs of her silk encased lower thighs. Higher where her smooth dark legs disappeared under the swishing knee length hem of her dress my eyes settled on the mound of her subtly curved behind, which as she moved appeared firm with just the slightest jiggle. Back and forth her derriere swung, sensuously following the rhythmic swaying of her well proportioned mature hips. Watching her climb those stairs was as near a hypnotic experience as I've ever had.
When Barbara stopped at the top step I glanced up to see something of a perturbed look on her face. Her head was cocked in disgust, her eyes were slightly squinting and a blush was rising in her cheeks. It was obvious she had caught me checking her out and was acting displeased, but I didn't care, for me it had been worth it. For a moment I sensed Barbara was on the verge of scolding me, but evidently she couldn't find the words and so she passed on the chastising and just went on with the tour.
Once on the porch Barbara stood at the railing pointing out the property's many back yard features while I took in more of hers. With the sun to her face and me behind her Barbara's wispy summer dress was rendered almost transparent making it appear as though she was naked within a faint pastel printed haze. As she moved to point in one direction or another the dark silhouette of her form seemed to perform a suggestive dance for me. I could now see the full length and lines of her legs stretching up gracefully to join her hips, between her thighs was the dark center of her womanhood. When she pivoted sideways the curve of her behind and even the roundness of her ample breast were highlighted in profile.
When Barbara turned to question my silence she again caught me in full stare, not at the garden but at her. It was then when she noticed the shadow running to me from her feet. To her surprise it wasn't the clothed shadow she'd probably expected, but rather a naked rendition of her self falling upon me with her legs parted suggestively as if in a shadowy surrender. At that instant when Barbara processed the torrid imagery and realized she'd been silhouetted she involuntarily drew in an embarrassed breath and launched a pleading eye at me as if to ask that I not look at her that way. After denying her look I watched as her eyes fell from mine settling on the hefty bulge that had developed at my crotch.
For longer than she should have Barbara looked at me there with her lower jaw falling slowly open, a telling sign that she had an interest. Suddenly Barbara collected herself enough to break the trance she was in and quickly moved behind me towards the house where the sun would relinquish it's exploitation of her. With Barbara now leaning back against the patio table and the sun upon her face I could clearly see her unblemished complexion. There was a moist sheen in her eyes from the tears welling there, her lips were a glistening pink as she licked them nervously, and her cheeks were blushing profusely as the shame in her spread.
Suddenly the wind kicked up and in a gust blew the hair from around her fragile face and shrink wrapped her dress around her. Now I could see her form and figure in greater detail. Everything from the tiny ridge of her panty's waist band stretching across the lower portion of her slightly rounded tummy, to the inward curve of her crotch as the dress molded closely to her there.
"Oh God," Barbara blurted knowing she was once again being bared for my viewing pleasure. With her eyes following mine she knew exactly what parts of her I was taking in. Evident of her betraying emotions I spied the two rising peaks as her nipples stiffened.
In a panic Barbara grabbed her dress pulling it against the wind and away from its hold of her. As fate would have it at that very moment a second gust snatched the garment from her hands and like an umbrella in a storm lifted the front of her dress above her knees, above her thighs until it wrapped itself around her tiny waist. Now Barbara was revealed from the waist down with only her panty hose and frail pink panties protecting her privates.
As Barbara fought to control the flapping hem I seized my opportunity stepping boldly forward to within just a few inches of her.
"What are you doing? Stop," she spoke upon seeing my advance.
When our eyes met they locked for a moment causing Barbara to forget her plight. Almost instantly she succumbed to the power I was quickly gaining over her and lowered her head submissively. With her gaze cast down she could see how exposed she was, but once again almost instinctively she directed her view to my crotch where I saw her eyes widen at the sight of my full erection now stretching down into my pant leg.
As I stepped forward to inhibit her escape, Barbara locked her arms at her side preparing to keep me from easily laying her back. With Barbara now defenseless I positioned my feet inside and along side hers, then reaching forward at her waist I filled my hands with the material of her dress bunched there and held her firm.
"Please don't," Barbara asked weakly as she tried but failed to push against my strength.
Paying no attention to her resistance I slowly and yet deliberately began pressing my feet against hers effectively forcing them apart, spreading her legs wider and wider.
"Stop that...you mustn't," Barbara protested not that it did any good.
With no hope of escape and her anxiety rising I could hear Barbara's panting breathes becoming more labored and erratic. I could feel her hot breath striking my chest and rising to my throat and chin.
