She woke up breathing heavily, nipples hard, with a throbbing between her legs.
She looked around, expecting to see her beau with a grin on his face but he had long since gone off to work.
"That was interesting," she said aloud. "I wonder what brought that on?"
She got up out of bed to find she had left a large wet spot on the bed. "Looks like I need to change the sheets." She laughed to herself.
She kept shaking her head, trying to figure out what had gone on. He beau had long ago decided that sex was just not in the cards for them. If he couldn't, she couldn't either. An occasional kiss, sometimes a hug was all she got from him. In her soul she longed to be fucked silly but settled for a relationship that had everything but that. The longer she went without it, the easier it was to accept that this was the way it was.
Dream, fantasy, whatever this was, had awakened a part of her she thought she had buried for good. It made her feel alive again.
She pulled off the sheets enjoying the scent of her own essence that filled the room. It engulfed her. Every time she moved the sheets, it got stronger.
"Mmmmm. It's been a very long time since this room has smelled like this."
She thought about wrapping herself in the sheets but decided to be practical & put them in the hamper.
"Guess I better get a shower & get the smell of pussy out of the room."
Part of her was very sad that it had to be this way but she knew that if she encouraged her sensual nature, there would be no putting the genie back into the bottle. So she walked into the bathroom & started the shower.
She stopped to look at herself in the mirror. At one time her beau described her as "oozing sex". It had been so long since she had felt desired that she no longer felt that way. All she saw were all the signs of her age. Cellulite, wrinkles, an over round ass. She sighed. Her one bright spot was she still had perfect tits. Not quiet as perky as they once were but still in good shape. Large dark pink responsive nipples that stood up at a stiff breeze perched in the middle of a dark aureole. She pinched her left one & a shiver ran through her. She smiled.
"Enough! Can't get that started again." She scolded herself.
She opened the shower door & walked into the shower. The hot water felt wonderful. Relaxing. As the steam rose she got lost in her own thoughts. Determined that she was not going to give into her clit that continued to call her name.
She got out of the shower & dried herself off. As she was deciding to get dressed she happened to spot her nipple rings. It was actually more like a necklace for her tits. The rings had tassels on the outside edge with three chains connecting the two rings. She hadn't worn them in ages and she didn't remember having left them in plain sight.
"Hmmmm... I guess wearing these won't hurt too much." she thought as she pushed the ends together to slide the rings around each nipple. She pulled the end of each nipple to slide the ring down farther down. The stood up proudly. She looked into the mirror & admired them. The sight made her smile.
Since she had the chains on, she didn't want to bury those beautiful nipples in a bra so she slipped her favorite sheer black tube top on. The one she wore the first night she & her beau had spent together. He used to love it. Now she wore it for herself.
