She showered longer than usual, enjoying the feel of the hot water playing on her naked skin. With soapy hands she squeezed her breasts and pinched her erect nipples. She slid her hand down her belly, ran a finger over her clitoris and slipped it inside her. It felt soooo good. She had to force herself to stop. He would be here soon!
She rinsed off the suds and stepping from the shower, dried herself with a large, soft white towel. It pampered her skin like a sensual massage from a gentle masseur.
She studied her body in the full length mirror.
Earlier, she had shaved her pussy completely for the first time.
She had always left a small strip of pubic hair above her clit, as a symbol of her womanhood, but her latest bikini purchase was so small she accepted all must go. She was apprehensive at first but was delighted at the result!
The sensitive skin between her belly and the folds of her labia was now silky smooth to the touch and exposed for all the world to see if she so chose!
She looked forward to wearing that daring bikini now and seeing how her man would react. She loved to tease.
She wished she had done it years earlier and was eager to let him explore this newly naked part of her body.
Her clit was still swollen and peeked from her labia as if demanding further attention. She brushed it lightly with a fingertip, pretending it was an accident. Pleasure coursed through her crotch.
She treated herself to her most expensive perfume and lotions. Their scents made her dream of far off, exotic places, full of mystery, romance, forbidden love and lovers.
Mother Nature had blessed her with a splendidly curvaceous figure at a young age and now, in her early thirties, Old Father Time obviously fancied her as her body was now more voluptuous than ever and her complexion belied her age.
Her long, shapely legs, rounded hips, slender waist and DD cup breasts drew admiring glances from both men and women alike.
She delighted in teasing her lovers with subtle glimpses of her nakedness, at first around the house then, as she grew more confident (and brazen) in public. It often caught her lover by surprise.
Most were delighted, some shocked. All were aroused.
She could not remember when she last felt as horny as she did tonight.
She was determined to dress to impress, or rather, undress to impress! She would wear the most skimpy, thin, revealing clothes in her wardrobe.
She left the ensuite and entered the walk in robe and selected a number of suitably qualified items of clothing, some old, some new. She took them into the bedroom and displayed them on the bed.
Musing over her selection she firstly considered which bra to wear.
Her breasts were one of her favourite attributes. Impressively large with a delicious shape and prominent nipples, she considered forsaking a bra and enjoy the stares of passing men as they noticed her tits wobble rhythmically, mesmerizingly under her top as she walked.
But now was the perfect time she reasoned, to try her new shelf bra.
A tiny, cunningly conceived fabrication of wire and lace which promised her breasts some support and stability whilst being virtually invisible and leaving her nipples exposed so they may make their presence obvious by pushing through the thin fabric of her blouse which she next put on.
She did up the six tiny buttons one by one until all was safely contained and then undid one. She checked her appearance in the mirror once again then undid another. Her cleavage was impressive. Her nipples distorted the thin fabric.
Any further unbuttoning was far too revealing even for tonight!
Panties always brought out the flirt in her. When she is old and grey, she will wear sensible knickers but tonight required something especially revealing.
A thong was an obvious choice but crotchless devilishly seductive and she slipped on her favourite pair then took them off. Tonight was going to be a celebration of her bold new look and so she would be naked under her skirt and enjoy the feel of the cool night breeze on her warm, moist skin and the thrill of trying to keep her nakedness a secret!
And so to the skirt. She recognized this item was critical to the viability of the entire ensemble. Too long and the lack of panties ceased to be a concern. Too short and she risked flashing her cunt to every Tom, Dick and Harry. The skirt was the item which would make her nakedness known to others if she chose, when she chose.
There was only one Dick she was interested in!
She had picked three skirts from her robe, but quickly knew which one satisfied the requirements. A recent purchase and unworn, it was far from a miniskirt, being well below the knee. But besides being thin and 'breezy' (and a glorious colour), possessed a daring slit which would expose her right thigh all the way up to her hip. Thus, she could still show off her legs but keep her privates private (maybe!). She knew it was very risque, but she was so very horny tonight and wished to tease her man to the max!
She slipped into her favourite pair of black stilettos and added some subtle jewellery and she was almost ready.
Was he ready for her she thought!
She studied herself in the mirror one last time. She turned to the side to check her bare pussy was not obvious. The new bra produced a devilishly outrageous result!
The words 'sex goddess' eased into her mind and she smiled shyly as if the words were a compliment spoken by a handsome stranger.
The sound of the doorbell interrupted her fantasy.
He was here!
She glanced at the bedside clock. He was early! Doesn't a man know a woman needs time to prepare herself for him?
She resolved in an instant to make him wait.
He stood on the porch expectantly and looked at his watch. He was late! 'Fashionably late', he thought to himself.
The night air was mild and still. He waited with eager anticipation. Should he ring again? Then he heard her footsteps tap loudly, slowly on the timber floor until the front door opened.
She stood there with a confident smile and sparkling eyes.
The porch light cast strong shadows of her nipples onto her blouse and the amount of bare breast on display stirred his desires. She was a vision of seductive beauty. His mouth felt dry.
Ever so slowly, she parted the slit of her skirt with her palm flat against her lower belly until her fingers was over her pussy. The slit exposed her luscious thigh and groin, the hem teasingly close to revealing her secret.
She quickly allowed the skirt to return and the show was over!
He was unsure what he just saw or did not see. What was she wearing under that daring skirt? A thong? Crotchless? His imagination ran riot.
For a second or two he stood motionless, stunned. Then said "You look amazing, you cheeky minx"!
He slipped his hands around her tiny waist and they kissed passionately, her breasts pressing hard against his chest.
Although they had spoken on the phone that morning, they had not seen each other for nearly five weeks as he had been sent overseas on business.
The thrill of being together again surged through their bodies.
He placed his hand on her bottom and squeezed her cheek.
She smiled but gave him a cool stare and said "You may look, but not touch"! Then added "Not yet'! with an eyebrow raised suggestively.
