My name is Meghan and I work in real estate. We are a small company that owns about 40 properties. My boss is semi-retired and depends on me and two other gals in the office to manage the buildings and management companies while he travels.

I leased some office space to a woman and her husband, acquaintances and a friend of a friend. Nancy and her husband are in their 60’s and Nancy is very attractive, probably 5’7” and a shapely but buxom woman, large breasts and hips and rear but she is extremely attractive. Her hair is shoulder length, platinum blonde and always perfectly styled. She is heavy on the makeup and lipstick and is very proper in her speech and appearance.

Nancy and her husband, Joe, stopped by the office to see the space and as we walked the hallway I could feel Nancy’s eyes on me. Joe was very proper and always looked at me eye to eye. Nancy and I bumped hips a couple of times while we were inspecting the space. Her bumps were longer than a normal “excuse me” bump but she never said anything. They took the space. It had new carpeting that just had to be cleaned and it needed a paint refresh. I gave Nancy a color chart of the brand our painter uses and she would get back to me with her choice.

Nancy’s house is on the way to my office so a couple days later I stopped by to drop off the lease for her and Joe to sign. We had set a time, 8:30 am.

I arrived and rang the bell and Nancy answered. She was dressed in just a silk robe with a sash tie. She was already made up, hair, lipstick and all, a sharp contrast to a robe. She opened the door and I stepped in. I was dressed for work, a dress and heels. We said “hi” and she quickly untied the sash and opened her robe in front of me.

I tried to hide my surprise as she held the robe open for one long second then closed it and retied the sash. In that moment my eyes took in her body, her shapely and surprisingly firm breasts, her soft skin and the curve of her waist to her hips. She was actually very attractive and for her age her body was extremely sexy. My gaze stopped at her middle, her Vulva was covered with her black pubic hair, neatly trimmed into a small muff, and her hair was fairly long and curly but very neat.

She was smiling and my mouth had fallen open in surprise. I have had a couple of relationships with women, friends first that blossomed into romantic and sexual relationships. Could she? Is that what she was indicating? I gave her the lease and told her no rush to pick it back up.

“I like your dress Meg.” I was wearing a navy fitted sheath dress and heels. The dress definitely did compliment my body. I am 5’6” and about 130 pounds. I don’t have a full figure but my body is shapely at 36C-27-39. My breasts are full but firm and my hips and rear are delightfully sexy! I have long dirty blonde hair that cascades over my shoulders. It has highlights and some curls.

“Your hair is so sexy!” she said, touching my shoulder. “Thank you” was about all I could manage to say! I was dumbfounded and in a daze. I felt tingling between my legs. Oh no! I am getting wet! I felt my nipples harden and I think it was obvious because Nancy looked right at my chest and smiled.

We said goodbye, and as I walked to my car I knew Nancy was watching me so I put a little “you want to phuck me?” sway into my walk. I was right, she was standing on the step and waved goodbye.

I got to the office and sat in the car and tried to compose myself. I knew I was wet and could deal with that in the ladies room. My nipples were back to normal. I felt sexy and aroused for her, something I had never thought about. Now what do I do about it? The signs were there that she wanted me—she was being too attentive to me. What normal woman would open her robe like that if she didn’t want me? My brain was becoming mush, and I finally composed myself to go into the office. I had pushed Nancy out of my mind then opened my phone and found a text from her. “Would you like to come for a swim and sit by the pool sometime?” My mouth fell open again. She was getting aggressive, and I found myself aroused at the thought of us in the pool together. My fingers were trembling as I texted her back that I would love to come. “Maybe when I pick up the lease?”

She mentioned that Joe would be away all day on Saturday, would that work? I tried three times to write “yes” and finally got it. I got hearts, as a reply. OMG. I thought about her body, what she did a half hour previously, and I knew that this would be no innocent pool visit. Joe will be gone and we will be half nude in the pool together alone for hours. What could possibly happen?

That was Thursday and I agonized all day Friday. No word from Nancy—she was being coy, letting me think about it. She knew what she was doing. I desperately wanted to hear from her but I didn’t want to break the ice. I felt like there was a stalemate going on and I knew I would feel the weaker of us if I did something first. So I waited. I thought about her body, her firm breasts. I imagined kissing her and holding a breast, kissing my way down her body, finding her wet and waiting. Before I left work on Friday I got a text, “Is late morning OK? Like 11:30?” I wrote back “that’s fine, anxious to see you!” She wrote back “bring your suit! ”

OMG this was going to happen! I was between relationships and I was missing the warmth and touch of another body. It’s different with women, there is more foreplay, talking and teasing ... usually. Nancy was letting me think about it which I found sexy. Before I went to bed I checked my phone, “Good nite ” from Nancy. She wanted me think about her as I went to sleep. I texted back “Kisses and good nite!”

I was touching myself under my oversized T shirt, my finger slipping between my lips and into my vagina. It slid right in and I curled my finger against the roof of my vagina, finding my G spot area. I imagined Nancy doing this to me. Women know women better than men and I knew with little guidance she would find it. My pussy was drenched now, my hairs soaked, and my finger found clittie and BOOM! My orgasm lifted my hips off the bed. Oh God, I was soaked and I was panting. My eyes were closed, then I focused on the ceiling. I lay there with my hand between my legs. I was drenched but not leaking and I fell asleep.

I woke early, too early. I rolled around the bed and hugged my pillows, phucked my pillows in anticipation. I told myself that this was a “maybe.” If I had completely misread her I needed her to make the first move.

What to wear? I decided nice shorts and a cute T shirt and sandals. I have nice legs, why not show them off? Which suit? I have four, two one-piece suits for modesty, a bikini that borders on the R rated scale, and a micro bikini that is downright obscene— next to no coverage up top and a patch of material that barely covers me down there. Shaving is a must and that suit is X rated! I picked my R rated bikini and packed a cover up just in case I misread the situation.

Now I was nervous. The hours seemed to drag by. I woke up too early to begin with. I thought about Nancy, the robe episode, and also that following her out of my office when we first met, I had admired her backside. She was older. I am attracted to older mates. My first was a man 25 years older than me. I’d wanted my first with an experienced man. I was 16 and no high school boy had what I wanted. My virginity was precious, and I wanted someone with experience. My long-term BF was my senior by many years as was my first GF. She was 15 years older than me. So Nancy fit the mold. I assumed this wasn’t her first rodeo, she was just too sure of herself.