Betty's pussy spasmed as her orgasm came to life. She grunted deeply, trying her absolute best to keep her thighs from smashing together as her entire body surged with euphoric tension. The vibrator- which she held firmly to her swollen clit- continued its assault as she squeezed her breast tightly in her free hand. As the orgasm faded, she remained where she was, sprawled out on the floor with her head propped up on her decorative pillow, facing the camera which caught all the action in stunning high definition.
She clicked off her toy and set it to the side, sitting up. She blew the camera a kiss and cut off the recording. All in all, the entire segment had been just under ten minutes; a perfect clip if you asked Betty. She downloaded the clip to her laptop and would set aside some time to edit and post it tomorrow so all her paying subscribers could enjoy an exotic video of Betty enjoying yet another climax.
She put all of her equipment away before grabbing her toy and leaving her recording room- which normally would serve as a guest room in normal circumstances- and walked to her bedroom down the hall, completely nude. Why would she bother getting dressed? She lived alone and her body was the kind that deserved to be on full display. Anyone who could get a peek should consider themselves lucky. Perfectly tanned skin, toned legs and thighs, tight stomach, an ass and tits to die for... Betty was the blonde bombshell that many a man dreamed about as they jacked off in private when their wives weren't around- sometimes, even while they were around. She also often wondered how many men thought of her as they fucked their wives. It was a thought that always brought a smile to her face.
She entered her bathroom where she cleaned off her toy. Betty- with all her sexual antics and erotic cravings- took great care of her instruments of pleasure. A clean toy was a good toy. When satisfied that it was sufficiently disinfected, she made her way back into the recording room where she put the vibrator in her chest of toys in the closet- behind lock and key of course.
Still in the nude, she wandered downstairs where she poured herself a tall glass of cold water. The weather outside was scorching and the air conditioning was putting in the overtime, but a glance outside somehow made her thirsty beyond belief. She stood in the kitchen, pulling in large amounts of water until the glass was empty. She gave a little shudder as her thighs brushed together, connecting with the sensitive nub of her clit after such a thrilling orgasm.
Her phone chimed from the counter and she smiled when she saw the message from Joseph on her screen.
"Are you sure I can't come pick you up? I'm happy to do so." The message said.
She responded saying she was absolutely sure and that she would simply meet him at the restaurant at seven on the dot. It wasn't that she was worried about men having her address- several did- but when it came to going out, not having to rely on someone to get her to and from her location had an appeal she couldn't shake. With her message sent, she went back upstairs, phone in hand, and into her bathroom where she turned on her curling iron before moving into the closet.
She gave a small shudder as she wiped her pussy with a moist hand towel. The sensation sent shivers up her spine and she immediately fell headfirst into another craving for release. Betty should have known better. After all, it wasn't often that time went by when she wasn't dreaming of some sort of sexual stimulation. It was a feeling deeply engraved in Betty's DNA; something she stopped fighting years ago. Soon, one pass of the towel became a few, and shortly after that, she was rubbing herself frantically, sending pulses throughout her body. Her toes splayed out as she held firmly to her shelving unit in the closet. Each pass of the towel on her clit made her whimper and moan.
She dropped the towel and replaced it with her hand, slipping two of her freshly manicured fingers deep into her eager cunt. The slick walls felt enticing against her digits as she worked them in and out of herself, her breathing picking up. After only a few seconds, she dropped to her knees, fingers buried up to the knuckles in her clenching pussy as another orgasm ripped through her.
"Fuck." Betty whispered as the climax faded away.
She pulled her fingers out and wiped them on the towel, and this time, used the small piece of fabric to actually clean herself without starting another round of self-play. She tossed the towel into the hamper and went to the vanity of the bathroom where she grabbed the curling iron. The next half hour was spent intricately curling the ends of her blonde locks. She had to look perfect for tonight, no matter what.
With her hair done, she then got to work on her makeup. Nothing too fancy, more of a touch-up from what she put on before recording. She made really good time, which gave her some wiggle room for getting dressed. Walking back to her closet, she debated internally what she wanted to put on for tonight. She also took into account what would be easily removed, as that was the end goal. Wasn't it always?
She first stepped into a pair of skimpy leopard print panties. She didn't care for a g-string tonight as the dress she wanted wasn't too tight, which spared her the panty lines. Besides, the leopard panties she picked hugged her ass to perfection, which was hard to do when the fabric simply disappeared between your cheeks. She didn't have a matching bra, so she settled for classic black. Having the underwear situated, she moved to the dresses and grabbed the one she knew she wanted.
"You're the lucky winner tonight." Said Betty to the dress.
It was a silver one, which glimmered as the sequins caught the light from above. Betty normally couldn't stand sequins on clothes, but as she passed this particular dress while shopping a few months back, it held her attention, called out to her. The straps over the shoulders were slim and it highlighted her immaculate chest. It was longer than she normally went for, hanging below her knees, which was in her opinion, the only flaw.
She surveyed herself in the mirror, trying her best to find anything out of place, even the most minute imperfection. Yet she had none. Call it cockiness or a complex, Betty loved who she was, inside and out. She was the perfect woman, and everyone knew it.
She grabbed a pair of heels and left the bathroom. She passed her recording studio and suddenly stopped in her tracks. A fantastic idea blossomed in her head, making her double back into the room where she put on her performances for people around the world. She unlocked the little chest of toys and grabbed what she was looking for. With a smile, she put it in place and made her way downstairs while ordering her ride.
*
Betty only ever ordered the fancy rides and as the Mercedes pulled into her driveway, she stepped out of her air conditioned home into the dry heat of the evening. Her heels clacked down the cement and she stepped into the backseat as the driver opened the door for her. It was always hit or miss with the drivers they sent, but tonight, the olive-skinned man with the wide chest and thick arms made Betty's cunt crave some attention. He smiled as he shut the door which only furthered her attraction to him.
"Is the temperature to your liking, miss?" He asked after settling into the driver seat.
"It's perfect, thank you. And please, call me Betty." She replied.
The driver apologized and pulled the car out of her driveway before setting off to the destination. Betty was no stranger to fucking her drivers if the time was right, and the timing had been increasingly less right as of late. In fact, the last time she jumped the bones of a driver had been months ago. He had been a tall man, and rather skinny for her taste, but it was usually the skinny ones who had the biggest hogs. Her theory had proven true with that last man and halfway to the destination, she convinced him to pull over and join her in the backseat. He was more than willing and after yanking down his slacks while she climbed into his lap, she was met with the rather unfortunate realization that he was a two-pump-chump. As she settled into the groove, she was quickly pulled off his thick pole while he shot his load all over her dress while he moaned obnoxiously. Needless to say, he drove her home after that and she had to reschedule her date.
Thinking back to that moment kept her at bay this time around and she allowed the driver to take her all the way to her destination with nothing more than a "what if" playing out in her mind. He pulled up next to the curb and put the car in park before stepping out. He opened the door for her and for one final moment, she debated tossing this date out the window for a chance with this hunk of meat.
"Have a wonderful evening, miss, thank you for allowing me to drive you tonight." Said the man, his tone sending shivers down Betty's spine.
"The pleasure was quite literally all mine." She said, flashing a smile.
The man shut the car door and she made her way to the entrance of the restaurant. The car pulled away and she quietly berated herself for letting that one slip away. She could have at least given him a fucking card for a potential future hookup!
"You snooze, you lose." She whispered to herself.
She turned toward the restaurant and made her way inside. The establishment was called The Grove, which was rated as the best seafood and steakhouse in town. The atmosphere screamed fancy and expensive, so naturally it was up Betty's alley.
"I have a reservation for two, under Betty." She said, making her way to the hostess.
"Perfect, and it looks like your party has already arrived. Sarah here will take you to your table. Enjoy your meal!" Said the hostess as she nodded to Sarah.
"Thank you." Said Betty, shocked that Joseph had arrived before her.
She glanced at her phone and saw that she was still fifteen minutes early, which was standard for her. How much earlier had Joseph arrived?
Betty let Sarah lead her through the dining area where other couples and parties sat and ate while sipping fancy glasses of wine. She saw Joseph a few tables down and he gave her a gentle smile and wave. She smiled back and sat in the chair that Sarah pulled out for her, across from her date.
"Wow, Betty, you look gorgeous!" Said Joseph, eying her as she sat down.
"Why, thank you Joseph. You don't look half-bad yourself." She replied.
It was true, although she couldn't deny the notion that the driver from earlier made her feel a little more aroused than Joseph.
"Thank you for coming, I'm glad you agreed to dinner," said Joseph, his smile taking up the majority of his face. "What should we order to drink? Any favorite wines that we can get a bottle of?"
Betty didn't need to eye the menu to know which bottle she wanted. She also didn't need to check to confirm that it was the most expensive bottle they carried. She ordered it every time she came here, and would never admit to anyone that although she did enjoy the taste, it was the fact that she could afford the bottle that kept her ordering it.
"A woman with expensive taste." Said Joseph.
"Don't tell me you're surprised." She replied with a smile.
"I will never fault a woman for knowing what she likes."
The waiter appeared soon after and Joseph ordered the bottle while also putting in for a few appetizers. Betty didn't much care for the brussel sprouts, but the shrimp platter was to die for, so she saw it as a win.
"So, how has your day been so far, Betty?" He asked, eyeing the menu.
"The small talk begins," she said, sipping her glass of water. "My day has been... Satisfying. Thank you for asking. And yours?"
"Pretty boring if I'm being honest. Until right now that is. I've been looking forward to this for weeks now!" Joseph said.
Betty gave him another smile while she thought back to the moment he had asked her out. They had run into each other at an art expo roughly six weeks prior. He had quite literally bumped into her while backing up, not paying attention to where he was going and when he laid eyes on her, he was too flabbergasted to speak. They made some more small talk before he asked.
