One of them, a nice guy from my office called Thomas, suggested that we might like to go to a club on Friday evening, in order to meet other coworkers... He said it was a nice place with a small dance floor. Victor agreed; I decided to wear something conservative as I really did not know what the form would be. I dressed in a long flowing skirt zipped up the back, a white blouse, nylon hose and low heels for dancing. The night was warm, so I did not wear panties.When we arrived Thomas was already. I felt myself melting at the sight of her. Magnificent came to mind, her heavy breasts ripe on her slender frame, the V of her thighs, the slight roundness of her tummy, the soft golden curls decorating her mound. Mature beauty, something that I’d yet to achieve. While I was still girlish, Mrs. Vandermeer had acquired the grace of a goddess. Even the faint hints of age enhanced, rather than detracted from her beauty. Smitten, I stared, unable to stop the rope of drool that hung from the corner. She asked me to goout and see who may be around. I did as she told me. WhenI told her I saw no one other than my friends, she cameout and started down the steps, with me following her.Half way down she paused at a railing and looked down atthe others. All their eyes were glued on her. The hungry looks ontheir faces made me smile, and my mother shake her head.The others piled into the storage room, quickly followedby my mother and me.She told me to close the door and lock it, then politelyshe. ” “That’s fine. To be honest I’d noticed you earlier. I’d seen you swimming too.You’re a good swimmer.” “Thanks.” “I’m Cindy.” “Ric.” She gave me her hand. Our first touch. I looked in her eyes as I took it and she gave me a very warm smile. Ifelt that feeling in the stomach when there is immediate mutual attraction. We chatted about life, her home town of Philadelphia, and that she would be visiting Cannes fairly regularly as her company had a partnership with a local firm designing software.