The Older Woman

She presented herself as a woman who just happened to have arrived on the top tier of the regional education hierarchy. Years of toil and ambition tossed lightly to the side so she could focus on her new passion for salsa.

She arrived on the date smelling of Dior, a presentable dress nevertheless revealing her dance-toned legs. The only indication of her A-grade salary the all-over tan brought back from October's break in the Maldives.

She met the younger man's rising from his chair with a sensuous Parisian succession of cheek to cheek kisses and ordered them both a fresh glass of Château Mignon, large. Young, dumb, full of promise, she thought. Strong hands too.

She sipped her wine, maintaining eye contact. 'How would you like to come dancing with me this evening, Stephen?' She purred.