Here hair was immaculately placed again. She had on a black T-shirt and smart slacks. Her make-up, although heavier than I ever wear it, suited her, h...ghlighting her strong features and broad mouth. She must have been about 38ish then, so not old at all, but with that arrogance and stupidity of a nineteen-year-old I thought this was ancient. I remember thinking, `I hope I look as good as her when I get to that age.’ I think that now when I see attractive fifty-year-olds, so perhaps you never. Her eyes sparkled, a predator. She danced and sprang at me. Her hand closed round my cock. She put her mouth over it and stroked fast. I moved away. She followed. My cock twitched in her mouth.There were cheers. I lifted her. We kissed. Her legs went around me. She began to slide. Her pussy was over my cock. She slid further. The head of my cock went in. Her arms went around my neck. She kissed me. Lots of kisses. Lots of camera flashes.I lifted and lowered her. My cock nestled, snug. I kissed. This weekend was no exception, I had spent much of the morning trying on revealing tops that would normally only be worn with a camisole, occasionally parading out of the changing room without one, and so was already really sexed up. My satin bath robe was slightly translucent and cut to mid thigh. As I stood in front of the mirror I thought to myself rather vainly, that it contrasted well with my tanned thighs. The contours of my breasts were vaguely discernible but my hard nipples were quite. There are a few pleasures in life that are worth dying for.Jackie brings me an Americano—two shots of espresso pulled on top of two shots of hot water. I’d drink the espresso straight, but it cools off too quickly.Espresso is an art, both in creation and consumption. I held the cup in both hands and absorbed the warmth through my fingers as the aroma tickled at the edges of my nose. I never drink fast. If I dove in and took a drink I’d just burn my tongue. I just hold it there and breathe. Then.