“I want to see naughty pictures of you.” The sms sends shockwaves through my entire body. I never expected such a response. I am at a loss for words! Sure, we have been flirting a little bit, but before today it was nothing but some sort of dare and light tease. “Saw you in the mall today, red suits you very well.” “Like the colour of your hair.” That sort of stuff. I wouldn’t tell my husband about it, but I’ve always considered it harmless. After all, who does not appreciate a bit of attention now and then? But Nick is at least 15 years my junior, and he knows I am married. To his boss!
I am completely taken by surprise. The smses started earlier today. “Thought of you today on my early morning run.” Enough to make me guess, and not obtrusive, but enough to make me reply. I told him he’s cool and sporty. And so it went on, and later became a bit more daring. “I can imagine you look great in a bikini.” I was a bit surprised, but obviously flattered, so didn’t mind. And he is hot, hot, hot! He makes my 47-year-old hormones jump whenever I see him. Tall and lean, he must be a triathlete or something. Always running, cycling and so on. Often works with no shirt on when he is at our house.
“You are naughty,” I type in response. Shall I send it or not? Cannot make up my mind. No, delete all. I am almost ashamed for not being angry or upset about it. This is highly inappropriate, but ...
My phone beeps. “Did I overstep?” Now I need to make up my mind. My mind is racing, I struggle to think straight. Then I realise I cannot make up my mind because I like it! If I felt so strongly about it being inappropriate, I would have spontaneously told him so. But what now? The thought of a young stud wanting to see naughty pictures of me sends ripples through my body. “No,” I reply, but nothing more. I don’t want him to think I enjoy it, but I also don’t want him to stop.
I am flustered and hot. I cannot stop thinking about this now. I feel a sense of shame and excitement at the same time. I am suddenly aware of my body. Admittedly, I have had a nip and tuck and my breasts firmed up a bit. But I like my body. I gym and run, and look after it. However, I was not aware that younger men would find me attractive.
I take a walk outside, to the pool area. I notice my tanned legs, feel the warm sun on them. I sit down under the canopy. My summer dress rides up to mid-thigh height. For a moment I imagine what it must look like from right in front, looking up my legs. I open my legs slightly, feel the wind breezing lightly up my inner thighs. I open a bit more, and pull the dress up even more. I can see my white cotton panties. Oh God! What is happening to me?! This is not right! But … it is so exciting!
I walk back into the house. It’s quiet today – Mavis doesn’t work on Wednesdays. There’s another sms on my phone. “I think you’re really hot.” I almost drop the phone. I walk to the bathroom, put the phone down and rinse my face. I turn to get a towel and notice the full-length mirror. It’s been there since we built this house. It’s not the first time I’m seeing it. But it’s the first time I’m thinking about it differently. First I stare at myself. From top to bottom. Light hair, green eyes, tanned and muscular shoulders. My breasts, my flat tummy, my hips. My legs, brown and shiny. I touch and feel while I look. I have become mesmerised by the visual me.
Then, as if possessed, I lift my dress over my head, and hang it over the rail. I look at myself, and undo my bra. 34B. I walk closer to the mirror, standing close to it. My breasts are firm and round, with light freckles. My tummy is flat. I like my nipples, light pink and getting hard now. What am I doing? I ask myself. But I do not stop. Cannot stop. I touch both my nipples, rubbing them lightly in circles. I lift them towards the mirror, as if to show them to the mirror. Something is happening to my body! I am beginning to enjoy this! I can feel energy building up in my thighs and hips. I bend over forward, looking at my breasts hanging. My nipples are erect now. By now my pussy is aching to be touched, I can feel the blood rushing through my body. The muscles in my thighs are contracting. I stroke lightly over the front of my panties. It’s like touching electricity! I can feel the wetness. I want to see it!
I sit down close to the mirror, my knees pulled up, my legs slightly apart. I see my pussy bulging in the white cotton. I can even see a small damp spot. I open my legs more, press my hips forward towards the mirror. I can see the dark line of my landing strip, and the soft skin on the edge of the panties. I press forward, into the mirror, my knees touching the cold glass. I lift my hips from the floor. I want to open more, expose myself to the mirror.
I lie back on the floor, my back flat, my knees up, my arms behind my head. I am out of breath! I rub my nipples slowly again, staring at the ceiling. I love playing with my nipples. I imagine them being caressed, sucked and fumbled with. I imagine someone taking photos of me now. My nipples grow hard instantly, and my pussy is aching. I open my legs again, and slowly move my hand over my panties. Over and down, pressing slightly over my clit. Slowly forward and backward. I can feel my pussy is swollen and wet. My own wetness always excites me! I move closer to the mirror again, and lift my legs straight up so that my heels press against the glass. I have to lie sideways to get a good look. My breathing is heavy again. I want to show off my body, show off my excitement. I move my hand around my hip so that I can feel and see from the front. Looking at myself in the mirror, I slide my finger under my panties. Oh so wet and warm! I run my finger up and down my pussy lips, trying to withstand the urge to push it right in. All the nerve endings are alive! I slide my finger up the slippery wet slit, circling my clit. Then down, around the wet opening. The urge is great. I need to, I have to, slide my finger in. I pull the panties further to the side, exposing myself further. The pink swollen wet lips look beautiful! I open it up more. I can see the folds and the opening. I am very, very horny now!
I get up, shaking madly. I grab the phone, select “Camera”. My breathing is uncontrolled. I start clicking away. My erect nipples, my glistening mouth. I lie down and take a picture from the bottom of my wet panties. I pull the panties aside with my left hand, exposing my wet, wanting, pink pussy. Click, click, click. I start rubbing feverishly over my clit, then slide my hand inside, feeling the warm wet button. Click, click, click. My legs are aching, the muscles contracting. I rub and slide, fingering myself, touching the opening of my hot vagina. I smell and taste the sweet sour musky smell of a woman’s love juice. In one move I pull off the panties. I open wide. Click, click, click. Wet and shining. Exposed and exciting.
Now I have more freedom to move. I get on all fours with my backside towards the mirror, and hold the phone as far back as possible between my legs, facing up into my pussy. Click, click, click. I feel like a dog exposed, open and vulnerable. But I am excited, horny. I rub over my clit again, pressing in hard circles, then down the slit. And then up and hard over the magic button. Click, click, click. I feel a rhythm building up, the muscles in my vaginal area moving as if on a wave. I am standing on all fours, fingering myself doggy style! And God, it’s good. My pussy responds to my hand now, pressing on my hand. The wave, the wave is coming. Click, click, click. I hear my fingers sliding in the wet folds.
My lower body starts to contract, pump, as if I am pumping in and out of someone else. My hamstrings are aching, my fingers unlocking, teasing the greatest pleasures from within. Click, click, click. The pumping accelerates, my hand now hard and fast rubbing against the pushing. Oh God, oh, oh!!! “Uuuuh, uuuuh,” I hear myself grunt and moan. The wave has caught me. My lower body pumps and contracts out of control. The wave is riding me! The wave is riding me! My back arches back all the way, and then jerks forward, all the muscles in my lower body contracting, in spasms, and a light ? lightning? bolt shoots through me. My hand is flushed with pussy juice, and I shake uncontrollably. I try to catch my breath, my heart is pumping wildly, my sight blurred. I collapse on the bathroom floor.
I recover after lying on the tiles for several minutes. I cannot believe what has just happened.
I take a shower, and go and lie on my bed. My God, Katherine, you are not a teenager anymore!
I have not received another sms yet. I decide to surprise the young man.
I get dressed, get in the car and head for the shops. I enter a small boutique and enquire about their lingerie ranges. “Sure, please follow me.” She leads me to a private section where a wide selection is on display. I take a silk lilac bra and matching g-string to the dressing cubicle. I try it on, and it fits perfectly. The bra is slightly see-through, and so is the g-string. I can see my nipples and trimmed pubic hair. I take out my phone, point it at the mirror, pushing my breasts into the glass. Click, click, click! Then I lift one leg on to the bench, and open my legs. I take a picture from underneath my bum, upwards. Click, click, click.
Open “Messages”, select “Received”, open Nick’s last message, and press “Reply” …