Carol was unhappily married. I was single. We were both in our mid 40's. We met in an abandoned parking lot.
on her way to work and almost instantaneously fell in love.
She stood about 5 '3", blonde hair, blue eyes, beautiful breasts and thighs that would make anyone take a second look. She was wearing a short skirt and if it was any shorter would have revealed her panties.
We began talking about trivial things: her job, my job, our hobbies, etc. After about 10 minutes of conversation in the parking lot, we kissed. Our tongues touched and she moaned, softly. As we kissed,
I touched her inner thigh. He pretty legs spread as wide as possible under the short green skirt she was wearing and she moaned like a mature female who had never been touched. My hand roamed slowly toward her pussy I touched her panties and felt the womanhood wetness. Her left arm tightened on my shoulder and she thrust her hips upward in response to my touch.
"Let's go to my apartment", I suggested. Without hesitation she shook her head in agreement.
When we arrived at my place, Carol said she had to call work and say she was running late. She sat on a bar stool and made the call.
I stood at a distance and looked up her short skirt while she talked. While she talked, my eyes were fixed on her open thighs. A smile crossed her face and she licked her lips. My mind raced in anticipation of what
was to come.
After her call to the office, we sat on the sofa and I removed her skirt and white panties.
Her pussy hair was brown and slightly wet. I loved the sight of it. I remarked on the beauty of her hairy pussy She smiled. I then asked her if she ever wore a bikini and let her pussy hair be exposed on the outer
sides of her bikini bottom.