[TLDR Version: I (M39) ended up fucking my married older Occupational Therapist (F55) after she reached out to me by e-mail when I was no longer a client. Long.]
The garage door was open – just like she said it would be. To my right I saw that the door leading up the stairs to the living area was open slightly – just like she said it would be.
I parked my car next to hers and entered the house. As I began ascending the dark wooden stairs I called out softly, “Hello?”
A sultry reply came back from her den where soft music played in the background. “Hello,” I heard her answer. “Come on in. I made you a drink.”
She sat on the couch with her legs curled under her wearing a short black dress like I told her to since I wanted to have easy access to her pussy. Underneath, she had a classy black and white brassiere that cupped her small breasts. Under her dress she wore a pair of black lace panties that I’d told her to wear since it turned me on.