Mike had been divorced for three years. He’d caught his wife cheating and that was the end for him. Since then, he seldom dated, although Jane was a...ways trying to hook him up with one of her friends or another. Mike realized that at fifty, he was his own man, he lived how he liked, and he only wanted a woman who would be his completely. He was willing to be alone, or wait if he could not find the right women, he didn’t mind being alone. “Mike, great to see you,” Jane said as he walked through. Turning to face me in her revealing dress Sandra gave me a quick unwitting glance of her gorgeous legs and a glimpse of her silk panties held up by her fabulous red stockings and suspenders. Sandra was well aware of the lust in my eyes and the bulge in my trousers giving me a knowing smile she leant across to whisper in my ear. “Shall we go somewhere” she asked and the hairs on the back of my neck tingled with excitement.Before long we were in a secluded clearing in the woods, my fingers. She showed me how to put the stockings and garter belt on. I must saythat I didn't really need to see it because of the many times I hadwatched her put her stockings on in the morning. I always found this soarousing. It was like having my own little show every morning before shewent to work. I stood up from the side of the bed and she put the bra onme. "Hmmm, you don't really fill this out," and she went back into the closetand returned with a couple things that looked like chicken cutlets. "I. They probably won't even notice us."As Bo said this, my thoughts and eyes drifted to his penis. It was currently in hiding after our stroll through the water. "I guess I'll have to help him warm it up a bit." I thought to myself. Closing in on old Bo with intent, I grabbed a small hand full of his sparse chest hair, pulling him gingerly to me. My hand now began caressing his chest, stopping briefly to pinch his nipple. He was returning my caress by lightly rubbing my shoulders and pulling me.