Tammy Jordan was in a rut. She was approaching forty and lately had begun thinking, "Is this it? Is this all there is?" She was looking at her nude body in the mirror, evaluating it and wondering if she still had "it." Blonde, five feet-three and in fairly good shape, she felt that she could still turn heads if she tried. Her 36-DD breasts had a little sag, but they were still shapely, and her pink nipples had retained their puffiness. She had always loved her nipples and took one in her mouth now, licking it before sucking it gently. The thrill reminded her that her nipples were by far the most sensitive part of her body.
Her mind wandered back to a happier state. She had been a sexual adventurer, loving new things, trying them with enthusiasm. Her body had been the envy of most of her friends, both male and female, and her wanton lust had led to some extremely exciting sexual adventures.
Holding her breast and sliding her other hand down her stomach and then her hips, she saw that her ass didn't droop yet, and her thighs had maintained their shape. Her pussy hair peeked out and she stroked it gently. God that felt good! Deciding that, with a little gym time, she could have a body that would get his attention, she began to pull her nipples and slide her finger in and out of her pussy until she came, whimpering and clenching her hand with her thighs.
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Tammy and her ex-husband had married young, had two adorable boys, and then fell out of love. The trouble was, she and her husband were a great business team. They each owned half the business, and although they couldn't live together, they made a lot of money together. Sex, of course, was discarded along the way. And that was just what she was thinking now.
It was all his fault; not her ex, but a customer. Lately, she had been thinking about sex-quite a bit, and he was always the center of her focus. "He" was a retiree who seemed to have found the fountain of youth. Fit and trim, he always seemed upbeat and didn't mind spending money, especially with them. Therein lay the problem-he was such a good customer; he often spent time in the office with Tammy and her ex. Always pleasant to their receptionist, he somehow made time to speak to her on each visit, complimenting her dress or hair, and leaving her more and more interested each time. She was quite taken with his charisma and confidence.
One day, she had been getting her nails done when he walked out of the tanning booth in the back of the shop. You just don't see men leaving a tanning bed in a small-town nail salon, so she was a little surprised, not only by his presence, but by the fact that he sat down beside her. Complimenting Tammy's choice of nail color, he offered a suggestion for her next visit, and carried on a very funny, animated conversation with her and her nail stylist. He had a gift that made you feel like you were the only person in the world when he engaged you in conversation.
On the way back to her car, she couldn't get his fragrance out of her mind, and realized that her pussy was leaking. "Damn, he's hot!" she remembered thinking, and that was the beginning of the fantasy. "I'd love to have some fun with him!" she thought, never in her wildest imagination planning to act on it.
Her fantasy became more and more demanding and Tammy gave herself to it completely.
Suddenly, after a marathon session with her fantasy guy, the light came on in her head. "SEDUCE HIM!!!!!" She set upon a quest to get him in bed, or embarrass herself in the attempt.
Her work in the gym paid off handsomely, and soon she noticed the looks from men that she hadn't gotten in years. Tammy knew that his visits to the office were fairly regular, and began dressing differently when she thought he would be stopping by. She had noticed that he was drawn to her titties, and she started showing him some cleavage on his visits.
After a couple of months of the game, she was ready to spring her trap. Eavesdropping on a conversation, she knew that he would be in the office on Wednesday. She wore a very low cut dress and a stylish bra that pushed her breasts up, creating some very enticing cleavage. Checking herself in the mirror, she felt that she may have gone too far, but reasoned that desperate times called for desperate measures. Anyway, she loved the pronounced jiggle created when she walked, and could only imagine how great it would feel without a bra.
"Damn!" she thought. "Why didn't I think of that earlier?" Well, that would have to be Plan B.
Walking into the office, she moved by her ex's desk, noting that, as usual, he barely looked up. It was two hours before "he" walked in. She had been turned to her filing cabinet when she heard his deep, mellow voice. Tammy turned around and caught his eyes settling on her breasts. She bent down over her desk, and gave him a view of her breasts, bra and all. When she stood up, she looked directly at him, and he made no attempt to avert his eyes. He seemed to be enjoying her show.
Before he left, he came over to her desk and looked directly into her eyes, saying "You look better each time I come in here. I especially enjoyed today."
When he had left, she could barely make it to the restroom. Her pussy was so wet, she was sure that it was squishing as she walked. Getting in the door, she leaned back on it and yanked her dress above her waist. Tearing her panties off, she started with two fingers in her cunt, and soon added another. Her climax was quick and violent, and she ended up sliding to the floor, letting her body quiver as long as it would. Tammy finally removed her fingers and licked them clean, thinking, "I don't know if I could stand Plan B!"
When she got home, she masturbated again, and didn't bother to dress before she called him. Feeling extremely sexy as she admired her body in the mirror, she stroked a nipple while the phone rang. His mellow voice caused her to pause before saying anything. Finally finding her voice, Tammy said, "I know how unusual this is, but I need to clarify something that happened on the office this morning. Can you meet me at the grill beside the Post Office for lunch tomorrow around one? If I'm not there when you get there, go ahead and order. I'll be along."
"Of course. I always want to see such a pretty lady," he said, not knowing that her finger was flying in and out of her cunt, bringing her closer and closer. He hung up and she attacked her pussy with a vengeance, coming three times before she finally allowed herself to cool off.
"I hope he can take it!" Tammy thought mischievously, planning her wardrobe for tomorrow before going to bed.
Thursday found her nervous as a teenager waiting for her first date. Today's outfit was much more conservative than yesterday. She wore a pair of moderately tight khakis with a buttoned blouse that was tucked into the waistband of the pants. Her sexy figure was actually accented by the outfit, but reserved enough to be professional. She left the office at one o'clock and took her time getting to the grill. By virtue of him eating before she got there, the local gossips would think they met by happenstance, rather than a planned rendezvous.
He was sitting at the window and had watched her come in. They waved innocently, and when she had ordered, she walked over, shook his hand and sat down. It looked to the casual observer that they met by accident, and were to enjoy lunch together. Small talk consisted of business and money, and they were near the end of their meal when she took a deep breath, unbuttoned two buttons of her blouse and leaned on the table edge. The move pushed her breasts up and gave him a breathtaking view of her delectable cleavage.
"Did you like yesterday's show?" she asked, staring into his blue eyes.
"You can believe I did," he answered, still entranced by her display.
"So, would you like to take this relationship further, or do I have to keep masturbating while I think of you?" she asked seductively.
