I'd be jerking off to the image of her in this dress later.
"A little better." She sighed, "But that's kind of why you're here."
"What do you mean?"
"Well I haven't really..." she paused, "Let's just say I haven't exactly gotten back out there since I tossed Jack's father out and
I was thinking of maybe doing a personal ad online.”
"sure," I shrugged, “Bet you'll meet someone nice."
"Nice isn't what I'm looking for right now." She winked, "I'm looking for fun and was thinking I'd even scope out some young guys.”
"Oh."
“So, let me ask you again." She ran her hands along the sides of the dress, “Think I'm Milf or cougar material?"
“You know Molly," I hesitated,
“Be honest Greg, let's say you don't know me and you see me, what do you think?"
“I...1 think you look damn hot." I said, hoping to hell that was what she was looking for.
“Thank you!" she gave me a huge smile.
“But what does that have to do with me?"
“Well I looked at the pictures you gave me today and you were right, some real good action shots."
“Thanks, glad you Like them."
“Oh, I loved them!" she gushed, then took several long swallows, draining the glass of wine, “More than you know!"
"Great," I smiled.
“In fact those shots are what gave me the idea for the ad”
"Yeah?"
“Yes, I want you to take some of me!" she grinned.
“You...you want me to take some pictures of you?" My heart skipped a beat.
“Yes, but come with me, I want you to take them in my room.”
"Your..."
Molly put the empty glass on the table and said, "Come on" and headed down the hall way.
I quickly followed her, watching her ass sway seductively in the tight red dress. The dress was cut low in the back and as her hair swayed I eyed her smooth tan skin. We entered her room and I noticed the lights were off and the blinds down, but there were several candles lit, casting the room in a soft glow.
“You can take pictures in this light right?"
"Oh, yeah," I lifted the camera and staring through the lens adjusted it, "They'll come out great; the candlelight will really make your skin glow."
"Ohhh, I like that." She walked over to the small desk in the corner of her room and hit a key on her lap top to bring the screen up,
"Here's the shot you took that made me think of this."