RHP MFM meet

I had asked Susan (pseudonym) if she would indulge me and wear the attire I described. To her credit she did not disappoint. Looking every bit the powerful female executive she strode towards me smiling and looking demure. Some of the other female cafe diners looked on in clear envy and disapproval. Her tight white blouse was struggling to contain her full breasts. Her short black pencil skirt accentuated her slim figure. Her high heels and stockings made her long slim legs all the more apparent.

I delighted in seeing her pull down her skirt trying to avoid showing her stocking tops as she sat down after kissing me politely on the lips.

"Very, very sexy" I grinned. "Now has the naughty lady any underwear on beneath that gorgeous attire?" I asked.

She looked across at one or two men gazing in her direction and coyly said no. I turned around and both coughed and returned to their papers and phones hastily, caught checking out my fantastic hot milf. I liked that. I like men admiring her, but with a bit of respect. We ordered some coffees and began our usual chatter.

"Now I have to confess I have not been entirely honest with you" I said. She looked at me mischievously. "I am afraid I did not ask you dress so wonderfully for me alone," I grinned. Her eyes widened. "I am afraid I asked another young gentleman to join us."

I feared a telling off. Instead I was met by a naughty smile. "Oh my...is he handsome?" she replied.

"Of course he is and a muscular young chap or he would not be joining us," I quipped. "So you don't mind?"

"Oh, no," she replied. "As long as you are here."

"Good" I replied looking over her shoulder at the handsome, athletic guy approaching our table, rising to put out my hand. "Michael, thank you for coming, I'd like to introduce you to Susan as promised," I said watching his eyes bulge as Susan rose to greet him.

"Oh wow..." he stuttered.

TBC