I work in a former foundry which has been converted into a four floor office. One morning I went up to the office and, before I got to my desk I realized I left my earbuds in my car.

So I charged down the stairs and opened the door at the bottom of the landing. And that’s when I saw her.

At first you’d think she was nerdy. Blonde curly hair, glasses. But…oh my God. She had a beautiful smile. She wore these gold hoop earrings and had on a small strand of pearls. She also had a small freckle on her right cheek that truly became her.

She wore a one piece sweater that doubled as a VERY short miniskirt. It was pink with little vertical ribs down them. She didn’t have large breasts, but they were fine and, besides, I prefer a slender figure.

Her hands were lovely too. She had oval fingernails, unpainted, just like I like. She wore a small bracelet and a bracelet with what looked like letters, most likely to spell her kid’s (or kids) name. She wore three rings: one on her left middle finger, one on her right ring finger and another one on her right middle finger. Nothing on the left ring finger.

But the highlight was clearly below her waist. Simply put, she had the hottest legs I have ever seen. I had a teacher, Diane, when I was in high school. She would always wear skirts that were over her knee, and closed toe sling back pumps. I like how they showed off the back of her feet, and how they were closed tor. And I loved how she crossed her legs, it was her way of saying ‘I know I have hot legs, I know boys - and men - love to look at them - and I want to indulge them.”

Her legs were better.

Her legs were tanned, toned. Her thighs were thin, toned. I remember watching a show and some guy’s girlfriend’s mother said to him ‘I didn’t get thighs like this crushing coconuts!’ Oh my God, that was so hot. Well, this woman had those kind of thighs. Not an inch of fat anywhere. They were flawless. And her knees, and how her legs had color. And how her calves were developed, muscular and yet feminine. And she didn’t wear stockings - nothing came between guys who stared at her and her legs.

But the capper - the absolute capper - were her pumps. She had leopard print high heel closed toe high heels. Not quite’ fuck me’ high heels - but they were a little higher than what some would consider ‘business professional.’

And again, he justaposition of her in glasses, maybe a little nerdy looking..:but with a body for sin…,and my God those legs…and was she wearing leopard print panties underneath…man, I wanted to find out.

Sometimes you need to make decisions in a split second. And so I did.

“Hi,” I said.

A little nervous, she said “Hi!” I tried not to look at her, look at her body, how she maybe radiated sex, maybe she knew she did , maybe not.

“How are you?” I asked.

“I’m fine,” she answered. Her hands were slender, delicate. They weren’t an old woman’s hands, but they belonged to someone in her 40s.

And I remember what someone said when a beautiful woman about my new friends age went into a video rental store that the boys were working at. ‘Mothers have unbelievable sex drives,’ he said. Almost certainly I was looking at a mother, and almost certainly she had a unbelievable sex drive.

“My name is Pete,” I said, extending my hand.

“Elaine,” she responded. And she extended her hand like she wanted me to kiss it. Again: a split second decision, and again I raised her soft hand to my mouth and kissed it. She giggled.

“I liked that,” she said, and gave me a nervous smile. I smiled broadly.

“You look lovely,” I told her.

And again she smiled nervously, and let out a nervous little laugh. She ‘inspected’ my blue polo shirt. “And so do you!” she said, naturally. Meanwhile I am raging hard for this woman - as hard as I have been - the only time I remember being this hard was when I was 14 when I saw my mother in a bikini. Talk about a formative experience!

There were a couple of coworkers of hers that came in. One I recognized from seeing him a few times. “Hi Elaine!” he said as he entered the stairwell.

“Hello Brian!” Elaine answered as he walked up the stairs.

“I know Brian,” I said. “Nice guys. We’ve talked about the Red Sox a couple of times.”

Now Elaine gave me a natural, relaxed smile. And she had perfect teeth too. “What are you doing for lunch?” she asked me.

“Wide open,” I told her. “Want to connect? 12:30?”

And she smiled. “I would like that,” she told me. “Will you meet me in the lobby here then?”

“Of course,” I told her. “There’s a sandwich shop close by, we can get subs there and then eat at one of the outdoor tables they have there.”

Elaine liked that. “That sounds nice,” she told me. “This is Rafaele’s, yes?” she asked. “You know, I haven’t been there!”

I looked on her green eyes. Her glasses had thin red frames, and the corner of her eyes wrinkled up when she smiled. “Well, my lady, you’re in for a treat!” And she giggled at this.

“Well, Pete, I need to get to work,” she told me, extending her hand. “I’ll see you at 12:30?”

“And you will,” I told her. And in another split second moment, I kissed her on the cheek. And I could see her blush, and smile broadly….and really turned red.

“It was nice meeting you Pete,” she told me. “See you at 12:30!”

And not least of all she had a great ass. Tight, it shook seductively when she walked, as did her calves, it was like she was doing calf exercises, the toned muscles on her shapely legs tensing up with every step up the stairs,

A flawless woman. A woman without flaws.

And I thought..:

Maybe she can be mine.