It was one of those rare and perfect summer days. The sky was white from a layer of high clouds that kept the sun from scorching down. There was only the lightest of winds making the afternoon deliciously warm and sultry. I decided that some time weeding the garden was a perfect way to enjoy this lovely weather.
I got out my summer gardening clothes. The blouse was white, not the best colour for gardening but then what did it matter? I started to put the blouse on and then stopped, thinking. It was such a lovely warm day I decided it would be cooler if I took my bra off. So I tossed the blouse back on the bed and reaching behind me expertly unclipped my bra and slid it from my shoulders and tossed it on the bed. Impulsively I glanced in the full length mirror and then took the time to study myself more closely.
For a mother in her mid fifties I decided my breasts still looked pretty dam good. They are sort of average size I guess and with my advancing years they now hung down just a little. Turning to look at them from the side then back to the front I decided that the 'hang' was not unattractive. Indeed it seemed to invite a pair of hands to cup them and lift them, feeling their weight and delightful shape. The left breast was definitely bigger than the right and I knew it was considerably more sensitive. If I happen to be feeling particularly turned on I can sometimes have and orgasm just from playing with my left nipple. With this thought both my nipples began to harden. I reached for my left nipple and it quickly sprung to full attention. When fully erect my nipples are not especially fat but they are quite long I think, over a centimetre, and clearly wanting attention.
"Stop it Jennie." I said to myself. "Otherwise the gardening is not going to get done.
The trousers I was wearing landed on the bed beside my bra and I picked up the now faded pale green skirt that I kept for summer gardening. As I pulled this skirt on with a tingle still in my nipples a memory came back to me of the first time I wore it. The skirt is just below the knee, is fairly full but made from light cotton/nylon mix. Because it is so thin is swings and floats as I move and has a way of clinging to my body at times thus showing my shapely curves to full advantage. I giggled as I thought back. The first time I wore this skirt was probably ten years ago and I remember the occasion very well. My husband Robert is a wonderful and attentive man but in the bedroom department is not very adventurous. Getting back to the skirt, we were going out for dinner to a somewhat upmarket restaurant and I wore the skirt. I happened to be feeling rather horny that day so on a crazy impulse I decided not to wear any panties. I didn't even take any in my purse.
As the meal progressed I became more and more aware of my pantieless state and I could barely sit still as my pussy longed for attention. I leaned across the table and whispered to Robert.
"I'm not wearing any panties."
In shock he said, "you must be joking!" in a much louder voice than he intended.
"No I'm not joking." I whispered back.
He looked so horrified I nearly burst out laughing.
Nonchalantly I carried on enjoying our meal. It wasn't until our desserts were nearly finished that I leant across the table again, and whispered.
"I have never been so wet in my life. No panties is making me soooo hot."
This was apparently too much as he called for the tab and we hurried out of the restaurant. Not a word was spoken during our ride home. I don't think the poor dear new what to say or do. Once we reached our bedroom I was soo desperately horny that I practically raped him.
