Josie's taming
The back door opened and closed.
Josie shouted from the kitchen, 'Hi, I'm in here! Do you want a coffee?'
She hoped he would say no, and just whisk her off to bed. She felt overexcited because her husband was home, after being away so long. The arousal had been building throughout the day to a fever pitch. She was now a bitch in heat, ready for anything.
Seriously sexy scenes had been playing through her mind all day, until no matter what he wanted her to try, she was wild and willing.
Just before he came in she put on a daring pair of panties and a long t-shirt, with nothing else. The t-shirt was hardly long enough to cover her see-through panties. It was also low cut. It's main purpose was that it was loose enough to quickly pull off to reveal her body. In the bedroom several outfits ready for him, including his favourite, a sexy French maid's outfit.
If he didn't watch out, she would drag him onto the kitchen floor, and just do it. It would be his fault for working away from home during the past few weeks. Their phone calls had been sexy, but nowhere near enough.
Turning around with a broad smile, her mouth suddenly curved into a look of fright. A neighbour's son stood there ogling her.
'I'm so sorry, I thought it was, Harold,' she explained, while pulling ineffectively at the top, and trying to cover her bottom half. 'Please don't tell anyone. My husband will be angry with me, if he finds out,' Josie pathetically pleaded.
It was a strange thing to say, and her voice was pitched to elicit sympathy, rather than anger. Then it dawned upon her that she was playing a sexy game. For several hours she had been thinking through different bedroom games to play with her husband, when he got home. Slipping into game mode had been an automatic reaction, after sex had dominated her thoughts all day. More like all week, until she had been dripping all today.
'This is very embarrassing,' she needlessly said.
He just stood there staring at her. Her nipples were hardening through the thin t-shirt. Pulling the front down just about covered her panties. They were bright red and see-through. This was not the clothing to wear before an arrogant boy of eighteen. Others would have left the room, or at least turned away.
This absurd reaction must stop, but the arousal driving her was difficult to shake off. Glancing at the clock confirmed her husband would be home soon. If the game got out of hand, then he would be there to send the boy home. Though of course she could handle him, even while so very aroused. This was naughty, but she desperately needed to play a sexy game.
Exposing herself was accidental, and that excited her more than anything.
He was staring at her as only an eighteen-year-old boy could. The intensity was dazzling. At least this was safer than the time she exposed herself in a mall. That had been a close run thing, when security turned up. Remembering that naughty game still gave her palpations.
She hardly needed Harold to rescue her from a mere boy, but a safety net was always a good idea. Josie pressed her thighs together, and held an arm over her breasts. There wasn't much showing, but what was on show held his interest. That was sweet of him.
She remembered Harold persuading her to play naughty games some time ago, and that at first she had been doubtful. Her body wasn't young and attractive anymore, so it would hold little interest to anyone else. He'd been right, she was still attractive, and could turn heads. This had been proven time and time again. The ardent look on this young guy's face, proved she was still attractive. It was a good confidence boost, which was needed occasionally.
'Well?' she asked.
The one word meant many things. What are you doing here? Why are you staring at me? Who are you anyway?
'I'm Karl. I came over to say hello, and ask you about the party in Margaret's house,' he nervously said.
'What?' she quietly spoke.
Her brow wrinkled, as a dim memory stirred in the back of her mind. Did he mean one of those drunken evening parties? Or maybe he referred to one of the afternoon sessions.
'We had some fun at the fancy dress party. You were wearing a mask. You came over and danced in front of me, then fell on my lap. After all it was a lap dance,' he nervously laughed. 'I'm here to thank you, as I really enjoyed it. Didn't realise it was you at the time. We thought it was just some slut, from the way you behaved,' he said.
'Karl? Jenney's son. You're that Karl!' she whispered, now looking genuinely startled.
Having got away with calling her a slut, he pressed on.
'Yes, that's right, Mrs Thompson. Thanks for the fun time in front of my friends. I can't wait for school on Monday, to tell the guys who that sexy bitch was at the party. I only just worked it out. It will be great for my reputation in the gang,' he smiled.
'No, you can't do that! They will talk, and it'll get around the neighbourhood. My reputation will be ruined,' she theatrically moaned.
'I've already gained status with the guys, when they watched me playing with your tits. Do you remember my cock rubbing between your cheeks? I can add to that reputation enormously, when I tell them it was you,' he said.
Josie vaguely remembered giving someone a lap dance. He was right, she fell on his lap, and yes, he'd been mauling her breasts. Shit! She wore a thong as usual, and he released his cock to rub it in her ass crack. That sobered her up very quickly! Harold had rescued her, just in time.
Oh! Shit! It was this damn boy! He'd told his friends they could have her next. He'd only been joking, but the rudeness of it heated her beyond control.
'Stop it!' she quietly said.
'Nice panties, Mrs Thompson,' he smiled.
She quickly covered her sex with both hands, leaving both arms to squeeze her breasts into an impressive cleavage.
'You shouldn't be looking! This is very embarrassing, young man. You should show an older woman some respect,' she urged.
'Don't worry, no need to hide your crotch Mrs Thompson, I've seen it before,' he said, only just refraining from a leer. 'You flashed your panties and more last weekend,' he gleefully added.
