Finding Her Naughty Self Ch 1

One hot Friday afternoon, Margaret was walking her dog in the park, like she does every day. She has a fixed daily routine and wouldn't dream of ever diverging from it. Every day, she wakes up at 6 am, has breakfast - black coffee and two slices of bread an jam - and takes her dog for short, 5 minute walk. She then heads off to the gym on her block. Here, she does the same workout every day. Starting with a 10 minute warm up run at precisely 6.9km/h, she heads to the stair machine, walking for 5 minutes before heading to the dumbells. Here she does 50 squats, with varying weight (sometimes she challenges herself to try a slighlty heavier one), one minute plank and 20 knee-assisted pushups. She finishes off by toning her upper back muscles, 3 reps of 5. Needless to say, she was quite fit. She noticed men looking at her, but never thought much of it. It's not that she didn't like men, but they always seemed to be eyeing her with nothing but lust. There was no interest in getting to know her in their eyes. She ended up wearing baggy clothes in an attempt to lessen the attention, but even so, she couldn't hide her great figure and big booty. So she had learned to accept and ignore the stares as she walked past.

After her gym session, and the according shower, always in the third stall, she headed back home to drop off her stuff, feed her dog, change into her neat two piece suit, with a white shirt buttoned all the way up, and headed to her office job. She was a receptionist at a big accounting firm, and enjoyed chatting with people. But by the time she got home, her social battery was spent, and all she had energy for was making a quick dinner, walking the dog, and spend the rest of the evening reading a book, usually a romantic one. If she was feeling bold, she'd put on a movie and even make popcorn sometimes.

So her days passed, until that one Friday afternoon. It was Friday the thirteenth, but it wouldn't be unlucky for her. Not at all! As she was walking her dog, wearing a short skirt that hugged her body, and a halter top, a man came up to her.

"I'm sorry to disturb you miss. Do you see that group of boys over my shoulder?", he said.

A bit confused, but still curious, she glanced over his shoulder, seeing a group of 5 boys looking at the pair of them. She gave a short nod.

"Well, the thing is, they're my friends, but they've been making fun of me for being shy for a while now. They're always saying that I would never get a girlfriend, and that I could never chat up a woman. I was fed up with their remarks, so I told them to pick out the hottest girl in the park and I would convince her to get back to my flat. Now, I'm not asking that of you, but would you do me the favour of walking with me for a bit, until they're out of sight. We don't even have to talk. I just want them to stop bullying me."

Margaret just stood and stared at him for a moment. She wasn't sure whether he was telling the truth, but he was blushing the whole time and she couldn't help but feel sorry for him.

"So we just walk next to each other until we get out of the park? That's it?", she asked.

"Yes, if it's not too much to ask.", he said shyly, his face turning into a new, darker shade of red.

"Okay, I can do that.", she said.

"My flat's that way, is it okay for you to take that exit?", he said pointing his finger to the furthest exit.

"Sure."

They headed into the direction he was pointing at. After a minute of slowly strolling, Margaret's curiosity got the better of her.

"So your friends think I'm hot?", she asked, turning her face to look at him.

He was blushing again. "Yeah, definitely.", he added quickly.

For some reason, Margaret liked hearing that from him, even though it was the same type of lust she hated in the gym. She wondered what he thought of her. He wasn't very special in any way, average height, average build, not particularly handsome, but also not ugly. Just average. But she thought he was cute. His shyness definitely added to that. She got a terrible urge to hug him and tell him everything will be alright.

"And what about you?, she asked after a period of silence.

"What about me?", he asked confusedly.

"Do you think I'm hot?"

His face went scarlet instantly. "Uhm, well, uhm, yes, you're pretty.", he managed eventually.

"Pretty or hot?", she challenged him.

"Both."

"Well, I think you're cute.", she said confidently.

"Thanks.", he said, blushing again.

"Do you want to grab a coffee and chat for a while?", she asked him, surprised at her own words as they left her mouth. Her schedule was already a mess tonight. Now she's going to throw her whole evening overboard for this boy?

"Uhm, are you sure?", he asked.

"Only if you want to...", she added, think he might back out, leaving her to get back to her planned evening of finishing another two chapters in her latest romance novel.

"Yes, of course I want to. There's a coffee shop just around the corner. It's quite good. And they allow dogs inside."

They went there, and got a table. They started chatting, and realised they actually had quite a bit in common. Bob also liked reading. His favourite novel was Pride and Prejudice. A strange choice for a boy, but it was one of Margaret's all time favourites as well. They talked about their favourite characters and pivotal moments, about when they first realised that Elizabeth and Mr. Darcy were in love with each other. Suddenly, her stomach growled loudly. Loud enough for Bob to hear.

"Oh, is it that late already?", she said as she glanced at her watch. "I should be getting home."

"Oh, okay, of course", Bob said. "I'm sorry to have kept you this long."

"Don't be sorry. I loved it. In fact, maybe this is a bit proposterous, but would you like to come to my place? I'll make dinner. Just so we can continue our discussion.", she said.

"Yes, I'd like that."

When they got to her place, she told him to make himself comfortable as she started making dinner. She could feel him staring at her butt as she bent over to take frying pan out of a low cupboard. Surely he caught a glimpse of her panties. For some reason, she liked getting that sort of attention from him. It felt completely different to the stares of those alpha males at the gym. She didn't feel objectified by him. He had probably just never seen a woman up close like that. She started teasing him a bit more, showing off her body in front of him. Whenever she turned to look at him, he would always look her in the eyes, even when she squatted down in front of him to pet her dog that was lying at his feet. Her cleavage would be clearly visible, but he kept his eyes on hers. She loved that.

They kept chatting away during dinner and long afterwards.

"It's getting late. I should head back.", Bob said with a pang of regret.

Margaret suddenly felt a heavy cloud coming over her. She didn't want him to leave yet. She was having the best night in years.

"Don't leave...", she said. "I'm having a great time. Aren't you?"

"Yes, it's one of the best days of my life", he said, not as shy as at first anymore.

"Then stay for a while longer. You can even sleep on the couch if you want to.", she offered.

He seemed to think about this for a while. She was scared he'd reject her, but eventually he accepted.

"Great, I'll bring you some blankets.", she says.

They sit down on the couch and chat for a while longer, until Margaret proposed to watch the Pride and Prejudice movie together. She's too tired to watch the whole movie and falls asleep half an hour in. She wakes up at 6 am in her bed, a force of habbit. She doesn't remember going to bed. And she's still wearing yesterday's clothes. But she's feeling strangely aroused, more than usual. As she enters the living area, she finds Bob sound asleep, only half under his blankets. His clothes are piled neatly on a chair. She finds herself wondering what Bob's cock looks like. It'd be easy enough to have a peek just now. He does seem fast asleep. "No, I shouldn't. He didn't take a peek at me last night.", she says to herself, and gets into the kitchen to make her breakfast. But before her coffee is finished, she sneaks over to Bob, and removing the blanket, she sees his boner through his boxers. It's a lot bigger than she expected. Before she realises, she's groping him, stroking his boner with her fingertips. He moves a bit, scaring Margaret at first, but he still seems fast asleep. She takes it a step further and takes his cock out of his boxers. Without even thinking about it, she starts stroking him. This is getting too much for her. With her other hand she starts groping her boobs through her halter top, making her nipples hard. Pinching them, she feels so excited. Her pussy is starting to get wet. Her hand moves down, pulling her skirt up and into her panties and she starts rubbing her clit, making a full circle at the same pace as she strokes Bob's cock up and down once. Her pussy is so wet right now! She puts two fingers inside her and speeds up the stroking. Precum is leaking out of Bob's cock, and before she knows it, she's licking his precum up and taking his big cock in her mouth. Before long, she can't control herself anymore and reaches her climax. She puts all her focus on sucking Bob's cock now. He doesn't seem to notice anything at all. She's taking his cock as deep as she can, but she's a bit out of practice and can only take it about halfway. Nevertheless, her blowjob skills are immaculate and it doesn't take long before Bob's cock starts twitching and he shoots a massive load into her mouth. Swallowing it all in two gos, she puts his cock back in his boxers and covers it up with a blanket before she goes back to her breakfast. She's cleaning the mess they'd left in the kitchen last night, humming a happy tune when she hears Bob.

"Goodmorning sunshine! Having a good morning?", he says with a knowing smile.

He clearly knows what she did that morning. She's suddenly ashamed of herself.

"Oh my god, were you just pretending to sleep?", she asked.

"Not at first, but I didn't want to disturb you. Waking up to a handjob isn't something I've experienced before, but it feels amazing. I didn't want you to stop.", he said with a smile on his face.

"Well, next time, let me know when you wake up.", she says playfully.

"Next time? There will be a next time?", he asked surprised.

"Not if you don't want to", she said, "but somehow I doubt that", adding a wink.