When her knickers had glided down her legs she eagerly opened her thighs again leaving the underwear dangling from one of her high heeled shoes. The v...ew I was treated to was a beautiful pussy.Where her thighs came together her outer lips were plump and a little flush with colour, framing inner lips like deep-pink rose petals glistening with sweet, hot dew. She was soaked with excitement and a little rivulet ran down the beautifully formed slit. Her clit, clearly aroused, peeped out just. And just like a decade ago, I managed to wander out of the gym at the same time as Mr Spontaneity came off the squash court. Me: Hello stranger, fancy meeting you here. I can’t remember his answer, as I was busy trying to recall the order of service for the flirting techniques. As we chatted I smiled, dipped my head, looked down, looked through my eyelashes, smiled some more and amazingly it worked. Before long we were in the bar mirroring our moves, laughing and chatting, oblivious to. There was some motion behind him as he shielded the entrance into the changing room, he turned and saw where I was trying to look, and huge smile broke out across his face, 'They know you are watching them'. I thought for a moment before retorting, 'I'm paid to watch them', I whispered quietly, as if admitting to a dark secret sexual turn-on, 'I'm even paid to watch you', I added, with full eye contact, I was testing my ground.'They call you 'The MILF', he said quickly, his face reddening.. I went out to smoke and spotted him. I took all the courage and called him to my terrace. He was confused at first and asked whether I’m talking to him. Later, he understood and jumped the terrace compound and landed under the shelter that I have on my terrace.“Even you come here to watch the girls?”, he asked. “No. I come here to smoke”, I replied.“These girls are hot. Most of them are north Indians. Wish I had one of them as my girlfriend”, he said. I just gave a vague humming response.“Don’t.