Erotic Proclivities 02

"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. But my mind had wandered somewhere and her query snapped me back to the here and now.


One of the reasons that makes autumn a wonderful season are women dressed like she was dressed. An outfit of semi-tight fit sweaters, and form fitted slacks, with fall blazers, I think of all the possibilities of things to do together. Attired perfectly for a stroll through the leaves, coffee at an outdoor café, a sensuous evening of love by the fire. Or, in the case of this lovely young woman, heading off to court.


"You look alright for anywhere," I replied, hoping that I didn't sound too awestruck.


I was standing at the bus stop on a late September morning waiting for the bus. 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 s as a good candidate to ask about the appropriateness of one’s attire. I worked in a men’s wear shop back then, and I was attired in my customary black sacks and shoes, with a pressed, white, cotton, French cuff dress 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. As it happens she presumed that I was heading to the court as well since the bus we were waiting for did pass the court on its route. I was simply heading off to work at the shop, completely unrelated to the court.


But there she was looking at me with brown inquisitive eyes and a smile on her light red lips. A lovely twenty something 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 medium grey wool slacks over her lovely long lean legs. They showed the curve of her beautifully. They molded perfectly to the upper curves of her bottom. 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 draped over her breasts only 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.


There is something about this look that she put together. It was a look that had me ascribing all manner of intelligent attributes to her. She's funny she's clever, she's perceptive, she will be a great lover, mother, goddess. A perfect subtle seduction. She may have lucked into this sexy by stealth look. However, if she could do this by active agency then she is brilliant. So brilliant I would acquit her of murder even while she was slaying me.