Sitting at her dressing table, the women gazed at the reflection staring back. I've turned into my mother, she thought, as she applied moisturizer to her aging skin. Her wrinkles not as many as some since she's always taken good care of her skin, but still too many for her liking. Nearing her 70
th
birthday was starting to take its toll and her confidence. Her auburn hair was still thick and gray free thanks to the empty box sitting on the counter. Refusing to go gray was her one hold on keeping her feeling more like the 45...okay 50...that her mind thought it still was. She continued to apply her make up thinking about the date for which she was getting ready.
They met on a dating site, he a few years younger, that alone made her nervous. While they lived several states apart, they corresponded online for several months getting closer and closer and finally agreed to meet at her place as he had business nearby. She knew that this encounter was going to be sexual. Their texts, emails and phone calls had been much more intense, both craving the physical intimacy missing in their aging lives. Role playing daddy and daughter was one of the favorite things to do.
"I want this but am so nervous. What if he doesn't like my body? What if I'm too old to be able to relax and enjoy it? What if my bad hip starts acting up?" Talking to the mirror wasn't bringing any answers as she continued applying her makeup. "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea. But I'm crazy about this guy, I haven't felt like this in so many years."
Applying the last touches to her hair, she walked over to the closet still undecided what to wear. One part of her thought it best to dress conservatively, maybe in one of her casual dresses. But the naughty side of her was eyeing the black lingerie hanging in the back of the closet, the tags dangling reminding her she had never worn it, an impulse purchase several years ago when she was still hopeful of meeting the right person. It never happened, until now. "Do I dare?", she asked herself as she pulled the hanger off the rod. Standing in front of her full-length mirror she held the silky gown against her body. "I'll just try it on, it probably doesn't even fit. I have enough time." Removing her bra, she slipped the sheer black fabric over her head smoothing it over her breasts and hips. "I better remove my panties too so I can see the full effect." Just as she stepped out of her panties the doorbell rang.
"Oh no, he's too early! What am I going to do, I can't answer the door like this!" The bell rang again, and she didn't want to keep him waiting. "Thank goodness this has a matching robe!" Wrapping the robe around herself she hurried to the door not realizing the robe was just as sheer as the gown and provided very little modesty.
Swinging open the door stood the man of her dreams. He was as handsome as his pictures and her heart started pounding. "Please, come in" she managed to speak, not taking her eyes off his. He walked in and wrapped her in his arms, hugging her tightly against him. Lifting her face to his, he kissed her deeply and passionately making her weak in the knees.
"I couldn't wait to do that" he whispered, as he kissed her again, his tongue opening her mouth and gently teasing. His touch like fireworks being set off in her body as she pressed against him. She felt his hands brush against her breasts causing her to shiver with excitement.
"I love your outfit" he said as his hands slid along the silky fabric, over her hips and around her ass as he pulled her against his maleness.
"I was just trying it on, I didn't plan this. You're early and I should go change".
