She was lost. Somehow, Elaine had managed to be separated from her tour group and now found herself wandering the streets of London alone.

She had agreed to this trip with her girlfriends after her husband had unceremoniously dumped her for another woman ending their forty-one-year marriage. Never the kind of woman to be overtaken by despair, she chose to shake off the cobwebs of her former life and emerge stronger and more self-assured than ever before. The past three months were spent on self-improvement, a healthier diet, frequent visits to the gym and pool, a new hairstyle, and a new wardrobe. Gone was the mousey "wife" look. Her new style is sexy, sassy, and self-confident.

But now, here she was, lost, alone and hungry. She noticed a small cafe and chose a seat on the open patio. She ordered a cup of tea (after all, this is London), and a salad. Looking around at the few patrons, she noticed a rather handsome middle-aged man smiling at her, She smiled back over her teacup. Giving her best imitation of helplessness she picked up her London street map and smiled. She smiled brighter when he walked over and sat at her table. "Lost?" he asked.

"Hopelessly," she admitted. She couldn't help but notice his wedding band when he took the map from her. She couldn't help but wonder...happily?

"Where are you going?" he asked.

She couldn't even find her voice, She was totally lost in his beautiful smile and soft eyes. "Oh, em, the Savoy. I'm staying at the Savoy," she replied.

"OK, well you're not too far," he said while showing her the way on the map.

It was hopeless, her mind was mush, and suddenly, she was just a pile of raging lust. She was insanely attracted to this man and she didn't even know his name. "Never mind," he said. "I'm headed in that direction anyway. I'll give you a lift."

A few minutes later, he was helping her into his convertible. He smiled when she noticed him blush as the top of her dress revealed a little of her lacey bra. She was second-guessing her wardrobe choice earlier. Now, she was thankful for the white button-front cotton dress. She couldn't resist unfastening another button on her skirt, knowing when she crossed her legs the lace top of her stockings would be revealed.

Elaine smiled when she saw him blush again as he sat in the car, getting a glimpse of her long legs and silky stockings. As they drove towards the hotel, the back of his hand would sometimes brush against her leg as he shifted gears. His touch, even though accidental, was extremely exciting. She could feel the dampness in her skimpy panties. A shift in her seat only caused them to stimulate her further as they tightened against her vulva. A few minutes later the hotel was in sight. "Can you come in for a drink," she asked, not wanting him to leave. "No, I really should be getting home," he replied. "Please join me, she insists, just one, you saved me from hours of wandering around the city, lost."

That was several hours and a few London Fogs ago. He had remained a perfect gentleman all evening. She'd never wanted anyone more. When the evening crowd came in and the pub downstairs became too noisy for easy conversation she suggested they go upstairs. although reluctant, he finally agreed. Now, finally, they were alone in her hotel room. She'd spoken to the hotel concierge when he had asked for privacy to make a call. The room was perfect, soft, romantic music, candlelight, a tray of strawberries and European chocolates, and a fine brandy. She poured him a sifter of brandy before excusing herself to freshen up. When she re-emerged she had fresh lipstick, fresh breath, and fewer fastened buttons. When she sat, crossing her legs, in the chair across from him he saw a lot more than the lace on her stockings.

She saw his eyes dart away and found it endearing. She was very powerfully attracted to him His eyes were intoxicating and she was continuously drawn to them. She found his trim gray beard both sexy and inviting. And that smile, that smile, she would do anything to see more of it.

They talked a while about London, her visit, his marriage (he loved his wife and was faithful) her marriage (over), and a wide variety of other topics. Finally, he rose to leave.

"Please stay," she asked coyly.

"I can't," was his reply. She walked over and kissed him softly, brushing her tongue over his lips. "I can't," he whispered before turning and walking to the door.

"Wait," she called out. He turned and saw her standing there, the flickering candlelight helping to create a very tempting vision. She walked towards him slowly as she unfastened the last remaining buttons and dropped her dress to the floor.

She stood before him, wearing a white lace bra that barely contained her ample breasts, skimpy white lace panties, silky white thigh-high stockings, and sexy red spiked heels. He stared for a few moments, mesmerized by the sight of her. She raised her hands to her head and removed the pins that held her luxurious gray hair. His resistance, the only shard he had left, was destroyed when she took his face in her hands and kissed him hotter, deeper, longer than he had ever been kissed before.

She turned and walked towards the big luxurious bed unfastening her bra as she walked. Taking him in her arms, She kissed him again while unbuttoning his shirt, pushing it off of his strong shoulders. Looking into his eyes, she reached for his belt buckle, his hand moving to stop her. Once again she took his head in her hands and whispered into his ear, "It's okay" before kissing him even more passionately than before. She pressed her body against his, feeling the warmth of his chest. She slid around behind him, pressing her full breasts into his back while her hands caressed his shoulders and chest, her kisses hot and moist on his neck as her hands trailed down his ribcage.

This time there was no protest as she loosened his belt and trousers. He groaned as she kissed his back, his hips, his buttocks while removing his pants and boxers. No sounds of protest as her soft hands wrapped gently around his manhood. There was no more resistance when she slid around him once again kissing him deeply, her tongue teasing his. His resistance was totally abandoned as her kisses trailed down his body and she dropped to her knees before him.

Looking into his eyes she took the head of his thick cock into her tender lips, her tongue licking the sensitive glans, probing his slit for a tasty drop of precum. Holding his gaze, she slid her wet mouth down his length.

He held his breath, unable to move. Her mouth was incredible. Wanting more, yet knowing he can't last long like this he he lifts her onto the bed, longing to feel those silk-clad legs wrapped around him. He knelt above her, taking a moment to look into her beautiful green eyes. After kissing her passionately, he pushed her lace panties to the side and sank deep into her smooth, wet, velvet abyss. Immediately, he felt her walls contract and squeeze around his thick cock, pulling him in deeper as her legs wrapped around his.

Their bodies, fully entwined, moved in perfect sync together as if they had been lovers forever, each of them totally lost in the moment. The world had faded away and there was nothing but this moment. They kissed passionately while scaling the heights of passion together.

He easily sensed senses the change in her breathing, felt her tightening even more around his throbbing cock and, as she began to shudder and cry out he pumped his hot seed deep within her, causing another wave of release within her. He collapsed onto her heated, sex-flushed body and she wrapped her arms and legs around him holding him even closer as she drifted off to sleep, a sweet smile on her lips.