A woman like you

andymac037

October 22, 2008

I have been thinking about telling you how I came to be a lover of women like you, so here goes...

I was 19 and working construction with my fathers company. He specialised in up-market projects where the impractical, improbable and the downright impossible could be achieved, at a price! I had been apprenticed since 16 and was coming along nicely skills wise. Because of the nature of my work I was very fit, and at that age trim and full of energy.

We started a project in Walton-on-Thames, not far from Hampton Court as it happens. This was a very wealthy area and the extension was going to take some time. The owner of the house was a Director of major UK bank and was rarely at home, he routinely worked a 14 hour day and had all of the material trappings to show for it. I thought his wife was typical of that income bracket, tennis club, coffee mornings and trips to the gym and shopping. However, she was different, firstly, she spoke to us, something many avoided at all cost! Class being alive and well here! Secondly, she was funny and kind and well... she just kind of lit everyones day up, you know the sort of person I mean. She was rich, elegant, erudite, confident, immaculately dressed and quite beautiful, in short, none of us had any chance of anything more than a smile, least of all me, I was a boy and she was 21 years older than me and all woman.

Things progressed, and as these things happen, you get to know a little about each other. She found out my love of fashion and dance and used to chat to me now and again about these things, I thought nothing of it because she did this with all the workers, putting us at ease and just being friendly.

My father sent me away for a month or so on another site and I thought nothing more of it, remembering her as someone kind and funny and it being a good job to work on.

Near the end of her job, my father picked up a very lucrative contract in London and decided to take the gang there, leaving me to finish up all the little snags.

The morning I arrived we passed in the driveway, she was off for a tennis lesson. she breezed past and said the door is open, help yourself, then walked on a few more steps and said 'I am glad you came back' and smiled.

I had no idea what to make of this, she was the clients wife and so totally out of my league, so I just put it down to friendliness.

I started work on the pool steps, it was august and absolutely sweltering by mid morning, so I took my shirt off and got back to work. She was in and moving around the house, but didn't come out.

At 11am she brought me out a pitcher of fresh lemonade and a slice of cake, she was wearing a very light silk floral dress, and in contrast to me looked absolutely cool and refreshed. We chatted a little about the pool and she asked be how things were going. I said come see and she started walking down the steps unsteadily in her sandals, without thinking I took her hand to steady her. That touch was like plugging myself into the main electricity supply, my heart leapt and hammered in my chest, I felt sure she would hear it! But she just smiled sweetly and admired the intricate work I was doing, making chit chat about the day. She went back up the steps fine, much to my dismay, but turning at the top said 'I have just bought home some lovely dresses for the summer ball, but cant decide which is best, would you like to give me your opinion?' Well, I leapt at the chance and agreed in a heartbeat! She said to wait a minute and she would come down in the first.

I went back to the pool and started tiling again. I thought she had forgotten, she was absolutely ages! Then I heard the click of heels on the patio and there she was... She was wearing a fifties inspired dress, full skirted and halter neck. The cream silk set off her tan perfectly and she came over and stood above me, then did a twirl to show how the dress moved. I told her she was breathtaking and she laughed and said not to be so hasty, there are still two more to go! She asked me If I would be a sweetheart and put her ankle bracelet back on for her, and presented me with a lovely slim ankle covered in a gossamer sheer stocking. It took all my will, not to shake while putting it on, and having done it, stood back to admire her once again, drinking her in so that I would never forget how she looked in that dazzling sunshine.

The next dress was an evening dress, strapless, dark chocolate brown satin, it looked like she had been dipped in gloss paint! With impossibly high heels to match. She had put on sparkling earrings and had styled her hair in a french pleat, showing off her beautifully long and slim neck. Standing on the patio I could only gawk in stunned silence. She frowned and said this isn't right, I need to show you this indoors, can you slip your boots off and come inside for a minute, I grabbed my shirt and practically fell over getting my boots off quickly enough! I walked in through the patio doors and she again did a twirl, asking what I thought. It was only then that I realised the dress was split to the top of her leg! Thank god I was wearing really baggy shorts! I said something totally inane and she asked if I could see her panties, smoothing her hands across her bottom, it was true, in certain lights, you could just make out the outline of a tiny thong, and I told her so. She said she thought so and asking me to turn away, took them off and threw them on the sofa, She said I could turn back and asked if that were better. I said yes, admiring both her and the tiny triangle of sheer nothing discarded on the sofa.  
Then she looked serious and asked if I would do her a special favour... ' I need to know if I am showing anything when I walk, dance and sit down, could you watch and tell me if I am ok?' I said yes, never thinking for a moment that someone would make a dress that showed your pussy, these were top designer dresses at over a thousand pounds a go! She stood and took a tentative few steps towards me, I thought my heart was going to blow a valve! But, as I thought, you could see a lot of very toned thigh, and not much else, it was all tease and taunt and I told her so, her serious expression melted away and she she smiled in an uncertain way. Next she sat down on the sofa and stood up again a few times. My mouth went dry, she saw the change in my expression and still sitting down and getting up asked what I could see. Hesitantly I said I thought I could tell that she was shaved, but I wasn't sure. She smiled and said she was waxed, she never shaved because of the rashes. She then asked if my girlfriend shaved, I said an ex did and she got rashes too. Sitting on the sofa, knees together, she then said its time for the most important test, dancing! She said for me to sit on the sofa while she kind of danced past me, and let me know if it was ok. She went to the hifi and put on some dance music, not the house music I was into then, but some real dance music, then she came in front of the sofa and only a few feet away from me started dancing in front of me.

At first she moved slowly and with small steps, but as the music grabbed hold of her she closed her eyes and started really moving. I was riveted to her crotch, as she moved the dress opened and she was showing me everything... she had the most exquisite pussy I had ever seen, and I was no shy virgin! She was totally shaven and as smooth as a baby, her lips were full and long and they gently moved as she did, they were darker than her skin, though she was quite tanned. I was entranced, I wanted to reach out and kiss them, they looked so soft and sweet, I longed to put my tongue between them and suck them into my mouth, filling me with their sweetness. The music ended and she opened her eyes and looked down at me, I was sure all of those thoughts were written on my face.' I take it that I wasnt too successful at staying hidden?' she said. I said not exactly, and she laughed! She asked what I thought of her, and I said that she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, she laughed again and said 'No silly, I meant my pussy!' I said so did I! She laughed again and opening the dress, looked at herself and said 'She is beautiful, isn't she! I have always liked her ever since I was a little girl.' I said ' She is perfect.'

Before this gets too intimate, would you like me to carry on?

Dear andy,

You bet we would like you to carry on. Great story!

Update: Andy posted the follow up! —> Part 2

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