Erotic Proclivities 03 - Autumn Encounter - Sex Stories

Erotic Proclivities 03 - Autumn Encounter

"Does this look alright for court?" She asked me. My mind was elsewhere I suppose. I had noticed her. I couldn't help but notice this beauty approaching. My mind however, had wandered somewhere and her query snapped me back to the here and now. One of the reasons that makes autumn a wonderful season is women dressed like she was dressed. I do find it appealing, shapely young women outfitted in semi-tight fit sweaters, form fitted slacks, fall blazers. Attired perfectly for a stroll through the leaves, or coffee at an outdoor café, or in the case of this lovely young woman, heading off to court. I think of all sorts of possible things to do together. "You look perfect for anywhere," I replied, hoping that I didn't sound too awestruck. She appeared out of nowhere. The attractive young lady was next to me when she posed her fashion question. I suppose that she saw me as a good candidate to ask about the appropriateness of attire. I was dressed in my customary black sacks and shoes, with a pressed, white, French-cuff shirt with gold scrimshaw cufflinks. With this I wore a red paisley bow tie and black waistcoat. I completed my outfit with a brown hound’s-tooth tweed jacket. I was a bit more casual than I usually dressed but I was simply heading to the court complex as my friend, the Honorable John Wilson, invited me for lunch. But there she was looking at me with brown inquisitive eyes and a smile on her light red lips. A lovely lady in her mid-twenties with a soft smooth ...

... face framed by auburn locks. She was standing next to me, about five foot five, five foot seven in the heels she had on. I took an appreciative look at her and I was impressed at her understated beauty. I certainly thought her appropriate for court. She wore grey wool slacks over her long legs. They showed the curve of her hips beautifully. They molded perfectly to the upper curves of her bottom too. The slacks cascaded down tapering as they went and accented the curve of the back of her thighs and calves before ending at her black pumps. She also wore a powder blue sweater, soft and luxurious, with a cashmere feel. The neck was low enough to hint at the cleavage further down, and high enough to be modest by most social standards. The soft material that draped over her breasts accented the firm roundness of her c cups. The bottom of her sweater was snug against her slim waist and hugged the slight curve of her hips. She certainly had an eye for picking an outfit that flattered her curves while maintaining the air of propriety. Over her arm she held a light beige camel’s hair blazer. I told her to put it on. She moved with such smooth grace. She slipped it on, and ran her hands through her shoulder length hair. The blazer was tailored perfectly both framing her top, without losing the curve of her hips. The look was outstanding. "Turn around my dear," I told her. She complied and slowly gave me the full three hundred sixty degree view. By this time she might have known she was ...