And I look ... what? She stood then and posed before me. She turned around and then turned back and said, What? My 20's? 30's?

Young.

She smiled. You wouldn't believe it. She pointed at my drink. I'll tell if you want more.

I do, I said. Yes.

She took my glass and went into the kitchen. I'd met her a week ago, and tonight, while her husband was away, we went for dinner. Now having supped and drank, she offered me a quiet invite to her home. It was a nice home, out nestled in the hills at the edge of town. Her name was Mary. And that week -- and all through dinner -- I had had thoughts about Mary. Good thoughts.

I'll tell you about Mary: an older women but pretty, very much so, elegant. Shorter than I by a few inches but possessed of good, long legs. She dressed in what I like best: short skirts, hose, high heels. Tonight Mary wore black slingbacks, nice ones, high. She walked well and liked to show off her legs. At dinner she had slipped off one heel and with her foot teased my leg. I liked that, for I knew (I stole a not so subtle glimpse) that Mary possessed good feet: nails cut nice and painted bright red, arches high and delicate and lickable.

Now she set the drink before me and sat. We talked again and what she told me was that she was older than I'd ever guess.

I like that, I said.

She stirred my drink with her finger and then held it aloft.

Lick it, she said. I did. How's that taste? she asked.

Very good. It tastes good.

She lay back into the sofa and lifted her head high and closed her eyes. I'll tell you something, she said. I'm thinlking of something.

While she thought I glanced at her legs. She wore suntanned, silky hose. In the dim light they glistened.

What, I said.

She stayed silent.

What are you thinking?

Say my name, she said. She turned to me. Say it.

Mary, I said.

I like that. I like hearing that.

Your name?

I'll tell you what I'm thinking. She stood then and before me knelt. She knelt between my legs and before I could object took from my hand my drink. I'm thinking, Mary whispered, that your cock is hard. Am I right?

Yes.

And I'm thiking, said Mary, unzipping my fly, that what your cock would like it a good sucking.

Well. She took hold of my underwear and slipped it over my cock and saw that it was hard and thick. She held it gently and brought it slowly to her lips. She tongued it once and then looked at me. She smiled.

Yes, I said. I like that.

But she stood. She turned round and lifted her skirt so that what I saw was her tight ass. She wore thigh-high lace stockings, suntanned, and I saw a white lace garter-belt. She said: What I want is for you to kiss my ass. Will you do that?

I took hold of her hips and brought her close. I kissed one cheek and then the other and slowly ran my tongue down the back of her leg to the garter-top of the nylon stocking. I kissed gently around that garter and then tongue her flesh and the nylon and then I ran my both my hands down to her heels, my fingertips brushing gently over the sheek silk.

And then she reached around and dropped her skirt to her heels and she stepped out of it and she stood before me with a white blouse, a pair of suntanned stockings, a pair of black shiny slingbacks. She turned again and asked if I liked what I saw. If I liked it enough to do her bidding.

Your what?

And then she reached down and with her hand took off one slingback and placed her stocking covered foot against the sofa. It was a good foot, small with good toes, and when I saw it I touched it. She said: kiss it. Kiss my toes. And then I lifted the foot to my lips and kissed it. I kissed it first with my eyes open and I could smell its sweetness and feel against my lips the rough nylons. I kissed the top of her big toe and then each of the other toe. And with my hand I could feel the height of her arch. I liked that arch, her instep, and told her so. I told her that her feet smelled luscious and good and sweet and she ordered me to lick them.

That's what you want, she said. She did not say it in a nice way. She said: Kiss them. Kiss the soles. And then she lifted her leg inelegantly and pressed the bottom of her sole to my face. She bid me to lay down and I did and then she stepped on my face. She pressed her sole into my face and my lips and my nose. I licked and licked and said it was sweet.

How sweet? Tell me how sweet.

Sweet, I said and then stood up.

Sit down, she said. Sit back down.

But I reached for her and grabbed her and took her and threw her down. I told her she was naughty and now she was going to be nice.

Down, I said.

And she lay on the sofa with her ass up and then I straddled her. I said she was a bad bitch for being pushy. She said yes, she was.

Now what? I said. Now what's a bad bitch do?

Be nice, she said.

I said I'd think about it.

I slid from my mounted postion and ordered her ass-up.

Nice, nice, she whispered.

You better hope so, I said. And when I said that I felt my cock harden. I said: I got a big cock, Mary. You know it.

The biggest.

How big? I whiserpered. Tell me how big.

Big enough to make me a good bitch, she said.

Yes. I then slid inside of her. She was wet and smooth and when I slid inside she moaned. She moaned out and said yes, yes.

Like that, I said. You like that.

Yes, she said. Her voice was soft.

I slid out and then in and out and while we fucked I ran my fingers up and down her legs. We began to move faster and I closed my eyes. I began to say she was a good bitch. That's it, I said. That's a good bitch.

I'm good, she said. I'm good.

Yes. Yes.

I'm good.

I stood and dressed and she watched. She bid me to come closer. I did. I moved close. She said: Turn around.

I turned around.

You got a good ass. That's what I think.

You like it.

She kissed it.

You come back now, she said. You come back again and I'll suck that big cock of yours.

Yes.

I like a cock that size.

Good bye.

You come back, she said.

I stepped out in the hall and closed the door and left the house and ran across the dark field and when I stopped and looked back I saw that all the lights were off in her house and it was then I understood that she'd gone back to bed and was sleeping soundly, snoring softly.