This story is dedicated to Old Bill, who enjoys a fantasy tale of mature men and women. Thank God for fantasy, eh Bill? It keeps some of us sane. It gives some of us ideas, too.
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As the sun broke through the bedroom window blinds, Mildred woke up in an aroused mood. Rising up and supporting herself on her elbows, with her hands at her sides, the top sheet fell to her waist revealing her naked torso, allowing a fresh breeze from the open window to brush across her breasts. Her nipples tingled and hardened. She looked down at herself, smiling, thinking through her planned day.
The previous evening she had sat in front of her fireplace, a glass of wine in hand, contemplating the events with young Tom in Doris' apartment. Her life, as she had lived it as a middle aged woman, came to an abrupt end when he introduced her to a sexual awakening. Now sex and her body was part of everything she thought about. She wanted more of what he gave to her that day. She wanted to experience more. So, as she stared into the fire, Mildred decided to spend one day on a sexual excursion. A day of looking, enticing, tempting, luring, pursuing and seducing anyone she came across that appealed to her. She would show herself off to the world and enjoy the attention. She would give and receive.
Mildred swung her legs across the bed, out from under the sheet and stood before a full length mirror on her closet door. Tom had convinced her that she was attractive. He spoke to her of her soft skin, her firm ass and tight belly. He played with her small breasts and made her nipples explode in size. She had always been shy to ask the salesperson for a thirty four A-cup brassier like she had never matured, but his touch and attraction to her changed all that for her. When Tom played with her nipples, they stood out like large mounds. He called them "puffies". She had toyed with her "puffies" every night since.
Standing, looking at her reflection, Mildred touched herself lightly. She had just learned to do this these past few days. She touched her breasts, stroked her belly, felt her hips, squeezed her ass cheeks, spread her legs and pulled at her cunt hair. Sometimes Mildred would masturbate, watching herself reach an orgasm. She liked seeing the expression on her face as it came upon her.
"Today, however, is not the day to stay at home and play with myself," she thought. Mildred dialed the number of a limousine rental company that she knew of and inquired as to the rates of a day rental with driver. Happy with the price, she arranged the hour of pickup and payment arrangements for an entire day up to midnight then walked into the bath to prepare her body. First she stood at the sink and cut the curly hair from her pussy as short as she could with scissors. She then lathered the stubbly mound with shaving cream. Sitting on a bathroom stool, Mildred carefully stroked the safety razor across her skin to removed the stubble, shaving her most delicate of areas. She decided to leave a little 'V' shape of hair above her mons for a visual affect. Her last act was to lay in a bubble bath for a half hour of relaxation.
In her bedroom, Mildred picked out a black dress that had short sleeves and wrapped around her body to tie at the waist with a sash. She decided not to wear a bra and slipped on a black thong that she had bought with the dress. Her shoes were also new. She had purchased five inch, black, pump heels. It took her an afternoon of walking around her apartment to get used to them and just to have fun, she practiced wearing the heels and nothing but the thong. That led her to the decision to not wear stockings. It helped her feel nude.
At noon, on the dot, Mildred opened her apartment door to meet John, her chauffeur. A handsome man of sixty, broad shoulders, shaved head, big smile. Exactly what she was hoping for in a driver. John was dressed in a black suit, white shirt and maroon tie. He looked the part and Mildred was to learn through the day, he was a professional. She would also find him to be non-judgmental, humorous and protective. John would also become a dear friend of Mildred's in the future. Something in a man that she needed.
As John escorted Mildred to her limousine she explained what her plans for the day were going to be. She told him that she wished to be driven through the city, no real destination except for two and that she intended to behave in a carefree, sexual, uninhibited way. She gave John the opportunity to refuse driving her if he did not approve of her behavior but she also demanded his service as a driver and only a driver. No hitting on her.
John smiled through white teeth. He liked Mildred immediately and accepted the job.
Sliding into the jet black car, smelling the rich odor of the maroon leather, the carpet under her feet, Mildred swooned with anticipation. She came out of her dream world hearing John's voice.
"Shall we start in any special direction, Madam?" John had watched Mildred bend over to enter the car and saw that she was braless. He saw the fabric spread open revealing her small breasts with hard little nipples. He wondered if she wore panties.
"Please, call me Mildred, and let's head down I95 to a see the young man who I have to thank for today."
Mildred's first stop was the firehouse where Tom and Davie worked. She knew they were on duty that day because she had spoken to Tom two days earlier. Tom had invited her to dinner with Davie and Doris, in the near future whenever they could all agree on a date. As she entered the station she was greeted by Pete, one of Tom's co-workers and a lady's man, or so he thought.
"Hello-o-o-o and what may I do for you, young lady?"
Hearing such a lame greeting, Mildred's first thought was, "Maybe this day would not be what I had planned". Mildred stiffened her back, deciding, "I am in control of my day and I will control the events of my day!".
Mildred walked up close to Pete and smiled, "Is Tom free to talk for a few minutes? Tell him Mildred is here to see him. Would you do that for me? Please?" As she said this, she gentle stroked Pete's arm.
Pete seemed to melt and stammered, "Sure, Miss, I'd be happy too. Don't go away now."
"Oh, this is going to be so much fun," Mildred thought.
A few minutes passed and Tom walked up and gave a polite hug. Neither one wanted to bring attention to their carnal interest in each other.
"You look fabulous, Mildred," said Tom, "Did you come down here to drive me nuts?"
"No, but those words were exactly what I needed to hear from you to get me started, Tom. Thank you." Mildred squeezed his hand. "Walk me out to my chariot."
When they got outside, and Tom finished gushing over the car, he opened the door. Mildred slipped in and Tom knelt by her.
"I'm on a little adventure, Tom. When we all get together for dinner I hope I have a story to tell you all. It's something I need to do." Mildred pulled Tom's head to hers and gave him a long soulful kiss. Her tongue darted in his open mouth and played with his.
"Shit, now I've got a hardon! I can't wait to be with you again"
Mildred laughed, "Thanks again for another compliment. I'll see you soon?"
"You bet!" called out Tom as the sedan pulled away.
Mildred sat back in the seat, laid her head on the backrest and smiled. She felt a glow through out her body but she also sensed a fear of the unknown.
"Well, where we headed, Mildred?" asked John.
