Jim had given me the address so I the next day I took a drive out there to make sure I could find the house on Saturday. As I had expected, the house was in an upper middle class neighbor with neatly manicured lawns and an array of late model SUVs were parked in various driveways. I did not stop at Jim’s house as I had merely wanted to be sure I would have no difficulty finding it on Saturday. I am a bit of a punctuality Nazi and Jim had told me to be there at about 2:00 pm on Saturday so I had no intention of arriving “fashionably” late.
When I arrived at their home, I noticed there were no cars in there except for two in the garage so I parked at the curb in front of the house. I picked up the bottle of chardonnay I had brought and went to the front door. Jim came out smiling and said he was really glad I had come. He led through the living room and out to the kitchen to meet his wife, Marie.
When she looked up and smiled, I could have sworn someone had turned on flood lights. Her smile was almost as brilliant and the midday sun. I know my jaw must have dropped to my chin when I saw her. She was absolutely stunning. I glanced over at Jim and his was beaming with joy knowing I thought Marie was just as beautiful as he did.
She was wearing an almost transparent white silk blouse which was tie around her amazingly flat tummy. I could see that she was wearing a bikini top underneath the blouse but all the buttons were open and her breasts seemed to be trying to spill completely out of the bikini top. The white matching shorts she wore were so tight I thought they had to have been painted on her. There was a very obvious camel toe protruding at the crotch.
As I looked at her face, brilliance and radiance of her smile was matched by shimmering sparkle of her emerald dazzling green eyes. Since she was facing me, I could not determine the length of her copper red hair which seemed to almost glow with a light of it own. Her skin was perfectly clear and golden tan with none of the freckles I had noticed on other red haired girls. All of this only took a couple of seconds but to me it seemed I must have been staring at her for hours.
Jim turned to me still smiling and said, “Michael, I forgot to tell you Marie is beautiful.”
I could barely speak but somehow I managed to stammer, “Jim, please forgive me for this but beautiful does not even BEGIN to describe Marie. Marie, I also ask you to forgive me but if I was 18 years old you would be the only lady on my MILF list.”
Marie dropped her eyes as her face turned almost scarlet red while Jim roared with laughter and I just stood there somewhat amazed that I had said such a thing to her.
Marie looked at me and replied, “Michael, I am delighted to meet you and there is no need for you to ask my forgiveness. It seems a little strange but that is the nicest compliment I have ever received. Jim told me I would probably find you to be very charming. Well, the truth is “probably” does not even come close to that. You are awesome and all I can say is, thank you.”