What kind of music do you like? She asked.
And don't say anything, the post qualfication followed quickly.
This last addendum put Dick under pressre. He lacked the mental agility to think quickly on his feet. Particularly with someone like Constance in the room, looking the way she did.
She tuned to her Mac which sat on the beside table and awaited his response.
Well... Dick replied. I'm quite into Van Morrison at the moment.
Relief as he had managed to respond in spite of the distraction of Constance's panties playing a cheeky game of peek a boo with him from beneath her proposterously short-cut dress.
Fingers paused over the keyboard.
Uh oh. Dick thought.
Have I just given away my age?
Van Morrison, Dick repeated, as he stepped closer to peer over her shoulder.
Into the Mystic. He added. As if that was going to help.
That's it Dick. Dig yourself a little deeper into that generational gulf. He thought.
The laid back sounds of Van Morrison eventually filled the uncomfortable silence. Uncomfortable only for Dick as Constance exuded all the relaxed confidence that came with her youth.
He settled back into the armchair, lest his social awkwardness cause him any physical damage.
You're so not what I expected. Said Constance as she reclined on the fluffy white sheets atop the bed opposite Dick. Her dress riding up dangerously close to her hips. The panties resurfacing to greet him like a meek and inquisitive child.
And don't say anything, the post qualfication followed quickly.
This last addendum put Dick under pressre. He lacked the mental agility to think quickly on his feet. Particularly with someone like Constance in the room, looking the way she did.
She tuned to her Mac which sat on the beside table and awaited his response.
Well... Dick replied. I'm quite into Van Morrison at the moment.
Relief as he had managed to respond in spite of the distraction of Constance's panties playing a cheeky game of peek a boo with him from beneath her proposterously short-cut dress.
Fingers paused over the keyboard.
Uh oh. Dick thought.
Have I just given away my age?
Van Morrison, Dick repeated, as he stepped closer to peer over her shoulder.
Into the Mystic. He added. As if that was going to help.
That's it Dick. Dig yourself a little deeper into that generational gulf. He thought.
The laid back sounds of Van Morrison eventually filled the uncomfortable silence. Uncomfortable only for Dick as Constance exuded all the relaxed confidence that came with her youth.
He settled back into the armchair, lest his social awkwardness cause him any physical damage.
You're so not what I expected. Said Constance as she reclined on the fluffy white sheets atop the bed opposite Dick. Her dress riding up dangerously close to her hips. The panties resurfacing to greet him like a meek and inquisitive child.
How do you mean? Dick asked, trying as best he could from allowing his voice from crack at the game of hide and seek her briefs were playing.
Well... she said. Her eyes wondering upward contemplatively. She seemed to be choosing her words carefully to avoid offence.
Dick is really kind of a name for an old man. She replied somewhat ambiguously.
And you're... disappointed? Said Dick, seeking clarity.
Pleasantly surprised! I thought we'd have nothing in common to talk about. She replied to Dick's relief.
You don't look like a Dick. The double entendre becoming apparent the instant she uttered the words.
They both laughed. The ice-breaker further putting Dick at ease.
They chatted and laughed further. Constance, supremely relaxed in her bubbly manner. She was nothing if not open with the more private aspects of her life. More and more, Dick got the feeling he was dealing with someone tangible, who existed in the real world. And he liked it.
Dick, betraying his age again, even found himself dispensing advice on career and friendships.
You can be my life-coached. Constance joked.
Time passed quickly.
I'm really bad at getting things 'going'. I'm always waiting for the guy to make the first move. She said.
Dick, being the natural introvert, had been waiting for Constance to make the initial move towards physical intimacy. He smiled and then moved in to kiss her.
The feeling of her soft lips on his, the interplay of tongues spoke of the experience that belied her youth. Yet, there was nothing laboured about it. As if was the most natural thing in the world for these two strangers to be doing.
She broke and hopped off the edge of the bed excitedly.
Oh, I've got something to show you. She said.
And she slipped off the body-hugging t-shirt-posing-as-a-dress. Beneath she wore, unbelievable, an even tighter lace-up corset. It reminded Dick of Gone with the Wind.
Damn, I AM old. Thought Dick. But he couldn't care less at that point. He was being confronted by a graceful Gazelle-like creature. That young tight body, tapering in to a tiny waist and those cheeky panties (finally revealing themselves proudly with confidence), sent Dick into a spin. He was feeling light headed.
She crawled back onto the bed, toward him on her hands and knees. She was exuding raw, animalistic sensuality. Dick was in trouble.
Well... she said. Her eyes wondering upward contemplatively. She seemed to be choosing her words carefully to avoid offence.
Dick is really kind of a name for an old man. She replied somewhat ambiguously.
And you're... disappointed? Said Dick, seeking clarity.
Pleasantly surprised! I thought we'd have nothing in common to talk about. She replied to Dick's relief.
You don't look like a Dick. The double entendre becoming apparent the instant she uttered the words.
They both laughed. The ice-breaker further putting Dick at ease.
They chatted and laughed further. Constance, supremely relaxed in her bubbly manner. She was nothing if not open with the more private aspects of her life. More and more, Dick got the feeling he was dealing with someone tangible, who existed in the real world. And he liked it.
Dick, betraying his age again, even found himself dispensing advice on career and friendships.
You can be my life-coached. Constance joked.
Time passed quickly.
I'm really bad at getting things 'going'. I'm always waiting for the guy to make the first move. She said.
Dick, being the natural introvert, had been waiting for Constance to make the initial move towards physical intimacy. He smiled and then moved in to kiss her.
The feeling of her soft lips on his, the interplay of tongues spoke of the experience that belied her youth. Yet, there was nothing laboured about it. As if was the most natural thing in the world for these two strangers to be doing.
She broke and hopped off the edge of the bed excitedly.
Oh, I've got something to show you. She said.
And she slipped off the body-hugging t-shirt-posing-as-a-dress. Beneath she wore, unbelievable, an even tighter lace-up corset. It reminded Dick of Gone with the Wind.
Damn, I AM old. Thought Dick. But he couldn't care less at that point. He was being confronted by a graceful Gazelle-like creature. That young tight body, tapering in to a tiny waist and those cheeky panties (finally revealing themselves proudly with confidence), sent Dick into a spin. He was feeling light headed.
She crawled back onto the bed, toward him on her hands and knees. She was exuding raw, animalistic sensuality. Dick was in trouble.
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