Some time back, Andy was invited to the 20th birthday party for the daughter of a colleague at the office. The daughter was a pretty girl, surrounded by keen and presumably eligible young men. Andy shook her hand and bent forward to give her a fatherly-type peck on her cheek. She thanked him and that was the extent of their contact that evening. However, Andy noticed an older woman watching him as he "did the rounds" of guests and family members. When possible, Andy took a good look at her without her noticing. She was quite tall, dressed in a dark blue kaftan-type of over-dress: with intricate gold woven panels around her shoulders, down the front and under her bust.. What struck him was the belt or rope-tie about her waist. It seemed to indicate a neater waist than he would have expected. She looked to be in her 50s: hair beginning to whiten, and some wrinkling around her throat. At one point, Andy asked his host, "Jeff, who's the lady in the blue dress?" Jeff turned his back on her, it seemed so that she should not hear or watch what he was saying. "She's my elder sister Dorcas. We call her Dee. Don't take too seriously anything she says. She never married after our mother died, and sort-of managed the family when my Dad got heavily into the business-side of things. So she's not got accustomed to our social life or her own emotions, really. You'll meet her in a minute of two." And he was right as Andy continued meeting people and shaking hands. Dorcas came up to him, instead of watching him from the side of the room, "I know you from Jeff's business meetings, and I know your name is Andrew Darwen but Jeff calls you Andy and you live alone. I'm Dorcas, Jeff's sister. Call me Dee, everyone else does and Dorcas is so old-fashioned," she giggled, "Actually, Jeff calls you Handy Andy because he says you can mend and fix anything that goes wrong or stops working. I've watched you before today and I'm so glad to see you again." Andy held out his hand to shake but she took it in both her hands and pressed it to her chest. To her breast actually, and said in a whisper, "I think you're a very nice man. I could fall for you. Give him a proper kiss, please." Andy was stunned. What to do? But she kept pulling on his hand and would have pressed it to her lips which would have been far too intimate a gesture in the midst of the crowd. So Andy leant forward and took her hands in his and planned to kiss her quickly on one cheek. She prevented that plan by turning her face at the last moment, so that their lips met. She smiled broadly as their faces parted. She pulled him again towards her face and spoke softly in his ear, "I know I'm old and not a pretty girl any more, but I've been watching you for months and I'd like to be with you sometime." Andy replied as noncommittally as possible, "Of course, we'll meet whenever Jeff arranges a function." "No; I mean I'd like to spend some time with you all to myself," she replied still speaking softly, "Come over here and let me persuade you. Then you can show me how Handy you are." She kept hold of one hand and gently pulled him towards the open patio windows; onto a small balcony overlooking the garden. Not wishing to cause a disturbance, Andy let her drag him. And, to be honest, Andy was curious what this older lady had in mind. Once outside, with no one visible or in earshot, she looked up into his face still holding his hand to her breast, "I've watched you for a long time but you didn't realise it. Now feel at me and see what I've got to offer you." She took both his hands and pressed them towards her chest again, with his palms upward; so that Andy was cupping two shapely breasts, obviously held firmly in place by a strong bra, rigid even; the bones of which Andy could feel through the fabric of her dress. Andy looked into her eyes and she knew at that moment that Andy was impressed by what he had felt. "Well," she continued, "feel the rest of me." She pushed his hands down onto her ribs and further to her waist. Andy was surprised and shocked even to feel the most ferocious old lady's girdle or corset under the loose dress. Maybe not quite a hard corset but moulding her figure and squeezing her waist much more than Andy would have thought possible. Very much as he had noticed earlier. He forgot his reserve and told her, "You feel wonderful."