I'm rapidly approaching my 28
th
birthday. I suppose the thought of getting near the dreaded 30 mark makes me worry about getting old. Women are very self conscious about their age, as you probably know and I am no exception. My name is Susan, by the way and I'm married with a young daughter. I've been married since I was 23, just after I graduated from London University and Amanda, that's my daughter came along a year later.
My husband's name is Walter and he's an accountant. He's a fair bit older than me and fairly typical of his profession; solid, honest and reliable. I'm lucky to have him really, I suppose, although I do wish he had a little more spark to him, if you know what I mean. He works for Waddington Accountants and has done so ever since he left University. They seem to move him around the country at will. We've already moved 3 times and sometime in the near future we'll be on the move again. At the moment, we live in Swindon, but, who knows where we'll be heading next. I understand, a move to Norwich is a possibility. He will be getting a promotion, of course, but, I wonder whether it's all worth the disruption of yet another move. My hard working hubby works all the hours that God sends. That's probably why he's done so well at his job. He's never at home or that's how it seems.
You may be interested to know that I gave up a blossoming career in journalism to be a wife and mother and it's something I'm regretting more and more. I suppose I'm bored with just household duties to perform. Even there, I get help from Mrs West who does for me 3 times a week. And she's a marvel, because she works non-stop and leaves me very little to do, but lunch with my friends, go to the gym and get up to mischief.
I'm going to tell you about some of the mischief I get up to. I find that I just have to have some excitement in my life to make up for my mundane existence, so please don't judge me too harshly. I know I can get very naughty, but, I've always been like that really, it's just that getting married and having a child suppressed that side of me for years. And what my husband doesn't know about can't hurt him, that's the view I've always taken. Well, he's happy in his high powered job, and, I've got to have some compensation for being left on my own and having to move so often.
Anyway, being a frustrated journalist, I've written up some of my confessions and here they are for you to enjoy.
Supermarket Encounter
I love going to the supermarket. I go about twice a week. There are lots of them near where we live, so I've got plenty of choice. Anyway, on one particular day, I was strolling around the aisles, looking at this and that when I became aware of being followed and spied upon. I remember being dressed in a favourite green dress with matching high heeled sandals. And, oh yes, my dress was a bit on the short side. That's why it was my favourite, because I like showing off my long shapely legs. I'm rather proud of them and I get lots of complements.
Well, that afternoon, someone else was admiring them and I caught him looking at me several times. I rewarded his interest by bending over low a few times so that he could get a sneaky look up to my panties. Well what's the point of buying expensive lingerie if no one gets to see it? And male admirers should get priority, should they not?
Anyway, my admirer on this occasion followed me all the way to the checkout, so I gave him an encouraging sort of smile. He was a pleasant looking chap in his forties and I thought he was rather nice. And so polite, because, when I pushed my trolley to the car, he followed and offered to help put my purchases in the boot. Well, it would have been rude to refuse his offer, so I didn't.
In return for his help, he asked me if I could drop him off near his village, just a mile or two down the road. It was on my way, so it seemed the least I could do.
I drove out of the car park in Walter's big Audi and we chatted away, pleasantly, about the usual things. The weather, shopping, cars etc. Then I looked down and noticed he had his hand on my knee. I thought he was just being friendly.
As we rolled along the road, he moved his hand higher and I pretended not to notice. I thought, in the circumstances, it was the best thing to do i.e. what a middle class English lady should do. Then, when he slid his hand cheekily under my skirt, I suppose I should have slapped his face and made him get out, but I didn't want to make a fuss because any minute now I was dropping him off just up the road. But, as his hand moved further up my bare thigh, I felt a blush coming on. What was I going to do?
Just then, his fingers brushed up against my panties and I gave a little gasp. My hands gripped the steering wheel rather fiercely, as my tummy made a little somersault. I told myself to look straight ahead and keep the car on the road. Better not to crash, was my thinking.
He told me where to stop the car, a sharp left turn down a kind of dirt track. I looked around and to my surprise found that we were in the middle of a little wood. As I stopped the car, his hand was starting to move around again. "Stop that" I cried and pulled up my green dress to see what was going on. I saw that his fingers had slipped inside the elastic of my panties and were actually feeling my pussy. A little moan escaped my lips. I was getting the most delicious sensations. Then, before I could compose myself, his other hand had reached behind me and unzipped my dress all the way down. "No, no, you mustn't," I protested earnestly, but it came off my shoulders just the same. Then the rain came teeming down, bouncing off the roof of the car." Well you can't order someone out into rain like that, he would have got soaked. "It looks like we're here for a while," he observed, as he unhooked my bra and took it away. My mouth dropped open at his sheer audacity, as my breasts tumbled free and wobbled into his groping hands.
I looked down ruefully at my summer dress. At this rate, it would get badly creased and it had cost too much for that. So, as it was nearly off anyway, I completed the process. I suppose that did rather encourage him and the next thing was he was tugging to get my panties off. "Oh no," I remember saying, "you'll tear them and they cost the earth." So, I eased up my bum, in surrender and slid them all the way off.
It serves me right, I thought, for wearing such expensive clothing to visit a supermarket.
The guy must have been well used with cars, because, the next thing I knew, was that my car seat was sliding back and I was more or less horizontal. There I was, lying at his mercy and more or less naked.
And how that man took advantage of me, as I lay there helpless. He made me spread my legs while his fingers created havoc with my poor married pussy.In no time, he found my clitoris and began to torment it relentlessly. But now, I could see that the steering wheel was getting in his way, so, as the windows steamed up, we made a move into the large back seat where he proceeded to kiss and fondle me all over again. It went on for ages and I distinctly remember thinking. It's my husband's car and here I am letting a strange man have his way with me. It brought a guilty blush to my cheeks, but made me enjoy what was happening all the more.
As I lay there panting and writhing underneath him, legs apart, he was able to sink his erection into my gaping hot pussy. "Oooohh," I gasped, at the sheer sensation of that solid cock filling up my vagina. He wisely let me get used to it being there, before he proceeded to fuck me. Going slow at first, then bit by bit stepping it up to shag me harder and deeper with long penetrating strokes. He fucked me hard like that until the rain stopped many minutes later. I squealed in utter delight when he finally made me come, shuddering and panting in ecstasy. What an amazing half hour it had been. Then, seconds afterwards, the poor man jerked and shuddered as he shot his entire load into my sopping vagina. Lucky for me I'm on the pill. He looked well satisfied and so was I.
"I go every Tuesday morning to that supermarket," I told him, "about 11.00 a.m."
His face lit up. "Oh right," he said enthusiastically. "Maybe, see you there then."
As we got dressed, the sun came out. I smiled at him, as I glanced at my watch. Perfect timing. I just had time to pick up Amanda from school.
As I said before, I just love to visit the supermarket.
Dental Check-up
My mother always insisted I had regular check-ups at the dentist. It's why I have nice healthy white teeth and a dazzling smile. So, I make a point of going twice a year to make sure they're cleaned and polished. I like the Dentist I have at the moment. He's a big swarthy man with powerful arms and he just fills me with confidence.
I went to see him one afternoon in July and, although he usually works with a nurse, she never seems to be there when it's my turn to sit in the chair. He grunted a greeting as he sat me down and adjusted what he needed to. As a result, my short black skirt soon got tangled around my waist, exposing my sexy white lace panties.
"Leave it" he growled as my hands reached out to make myself decent. His harsh warning made me stop. He was a man who liked to be in charge.
Then, after he locked the door, he got down on his knees for a better look as he fiddled some more with the chair (and me). I nearly swooned as I realised how exposed I was. After he finished, I was lying more or less horizontal. He then proceeded to loosen some clothing and open me wide while he examined me. I got a very thorough examination. Then, later, I had to open my mouth as well, so he could look at my teeth. "It's all connected," he growled huskily.
