Sam used to stay in my building and she later moved to another city. After a span of ten years, she returned to our building. Sam was a real hottie and we got along pretty well. She was a happy person with a modern outlook and intelligent, well-read lady. You could discuss practically anything with her. Like me, she was an avid reader. She was fighting fit and had a swell body. She used to wear tight clothes and her breasts stood out. They were peach shaped and rock solid. Her nipples were hard as a rock and always poking out and visible. Nothing could hold them back.

I was doing the morning walk and was surprised to see her in the building. She stopped and exchanged pleasantries and informed me that she had come back permanently and would not be moving out. I checked her out. Even after ten years she was well maintained and worth seducing. Her husband was not joining her at least for another couple of years. The chances of seducing her seemed to be improving. Sam asked me to join her for a cup of tea, I agreed and told her that I would join her over the weekend.

I reached her house and fortunately she was alone at home and her daughters were expected late in the evening. She was wearing a tight T-shirt and track pants. Her nipples, as usual, were sticking out and were begging for freedom. I was wondering if she was wearing a bra and imagining how much fun it would be to squeeze and suck her nipples. I imagined pushing down her track pants and entering her. In twenty seconds I imagined how I wanted to fuck her and I had a raging hard on. The tent in my pants was clearly visible.

Sam looked at my tent, it seemed she had read my mind and she gave me a sly seductive wicked smile. She invited me inside and we both started chatting about our lives over the last ten years.