This story takes place in a fictional world with fictional people. Any similarities to people or things in the world we actually live in is coincidental.
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KD was on her way back to school well before her father's trucks were ready to depart that Monday morning. Gwen feared her daughter's subdued manner as she said her goodbyes was due to the secrets both exposed and shared during the weekend, and she worried that her newfound openness might left the young woman with a less than favorable view of her mother. Still, Gwen tried to fight down the pride and excitement she felt in being so open, and for not overreacting to the discoveries of her daughter's sexual side.
The Lady was not silent on the matter, warning that her own deviation from the path of propriety would only amplify the effect on her daughters. The realization that mother and daughters shared an interest in certain weaknesses of the flesh made Gwen wonder if she had somehow passed her long-suppressed depravity on to the next generation. The Slut's suggestion that Natalie's sexual mentoring of all three Nelson women had probably been more instrumental than anything Gwen might have contributed did little to silence the Lady.
The accusations of perversion also reminded Gwen she now had the house to herself again. The Slut had been busy ever since she had serviced Tim two nights ago, suggesting various activities for the couple to act out once they were alone while the Lady did her best to suppress the scenarios that involved anything outside of husband and wife in a darkened bedroom.
One of the Slut's ideas had involved giving the package delivery driver an accidental peek, something Gwen needed no help from the Lady rejecting, although her imagination conjured lurid possibilities as the van rumbled up the driveway. Instead, she greeted him in the same professional manner she always had, waiting until the sound of his truck accelerating up the road grew faint before making her way back to the house.
Gwen stopped inside the kitchen door and stripped down to bare skin, clothes carefully laid over a nearby chair. Satisfied, she looked out the window, then stepped back on to the deck.
The morning was overcast and the temperatures cooler than normal this time of year, her nipples almost painfully erect from the chill and the excitement. She knew the pool water was still warm; a quick trip up the hillock to her right would confirm that.
It would also take her far away from her clothes, towel or any other form of cover should anyone choose that time to visit. The thought made her hesitate, and she spent some time absentmindedly poking through the flower beds around the house, itself a daring proposition given the distance she would have to cover to get to safety. The urge not to get caught fought with the thrill of it happening.
Gwen finally decided that delaying to act upon the dare she had issued herself was not going to make things any safer and hurried up the steps to the pool gate. She knew that if anyone were to pull into the yard now, her only hope would be to stay out of sight up here and hope they went away.
The swim was more of a completion of her self-challenge than necessity or desire. Although the thought of the rushing pool filter jet nearby briefly made her contemplate its use, the fact that KD had almost certainly done the same thing just hours before made the act seem more perverted than normal. Besides, she had other things waiting in her bedroom. She quickly exited the water and made her way back to the house, the chill air against her wet skin and the fear of being caught hastening her steps.
Her pace slowed after she had made it to her bedroom and dried off. There was no question in her mind what was next. Gwen took two steps towards the closet, towards her toys, and stopped.
No, she decided. Not now, maybe later. The need to demonstrate that she still had her legendary self-control suddenly filled her. I'll run down to town first and pick up some things, and then maybe when I get back...
Do it now AND do it later, the Slut urged, while the Lady applauded her denial of pleasure. The nude woman returned to the kitchen to collect her clothes and wandered back to the bedroom.
What she had removed before her swim was laid on the bed as Gwen decided to select a new outfit for the trip. A pair of loose-legged shorts and a thin blouse, both purchases from her recent shopping excursion two towns over—the image of the man watching her as she pretended to try them on flashed through her mind—were selected. Panties and a bra were given much consideration but rejected, although a tank top was substituted as a compromise. Gwen slipped on a pair of sandals and made her way out of the house and into her truck.
She made all of her planned stops, ever alert for signs that the other shoppers or employees might be looking at her bare legs and arms with disapproval. Her breasts bounced under her top, but thankfully her remained hidden, and she swore she could feel the air conditioning making its way up to her bare sex. The pace slowed at the mall as she took her time in the lingerie section of Brazil, a store she had not been in since that day Natalie had selected her bikinis. Gwen took delight in discretely showing her interest in the racy selections public before finally settling on the purchase of some underwear that rivaled KD's in their brevity. The young salesperson eyed her as she approached, trying to make up her mind whether the customer in front of her was one of those women who thought she was still twenty-something. No, she decided, she might be older, but she'll look damn good in these.
Long enough, Gwen declared as she took the bag from the smiling clerk. She had proven she could resist the perverted urges.
Gwen climbed into the cab of her truck and started the engine. Three spaces up, a slightly-overweight middle-aged man in a shirt and tie was pulling something out of the trunk of his sedan. She looked down at him from her perch, knowing that she had plenty of time to put the vehicle into gear and pull away before he crossed in front of her. Instead, she watched the balding man remove a bag and close the trunk lid. Her hand pushed up the loose leg of her shorts until she made contact with the bare skin at the junction of her thigh. Gwen was mortified to discover just how wet she was as a single finger slid up her cleft and began to circle her clit.
The man hurried past, unaware of what was happening in the truck. The thrill of touching herself with this stranger so near kept Gwen's finger busy until he was well out of sight. It was with great reluctance that she withdrew her hand and looked about for any other approaching passers-by, taking a moment to steady her breathing and let the air conditioning cool the flush she had developed. With no other shoppers to offer another performance to, Gwen dropped the truck into gear and pulled out. Her speed was watched diligently as she made her way home—she was sure any police officer who stopped her would guess by sight and smell what had been happening in the truck.
The truck braked to a stop in front of the Nelson Plumbing workshop. Gwen reminded herself not to hurry as she climbed the stairs to her office, attempting to make up for her earlier lapse in self-control. There were several messages waiting; one in particular warned her of the return of one of the apprentices for extra parts. The news agitated the aroused woman; there was no way she could risk any "alone time" until after Andrew had returned and headed out again. In fact, it was probably best if he didn't see her in her current dress, either. Gwen grumbled as she made her way back to the house for more traditional wear, adding a bra this time to her jeans and long-sleeve blouse but still omitting panties as a small form of rebellion.
Gwen had the part waiting for the young apprentice as he pulled up twenty minutes later. His knowing smile made her feel as though she were being mentally undressed, and she irrationally regretted not having worn underwear. With a wave and that same cocky grin, he was gone again a moment later. The Lady was taken aback by his impudence, wondering if Tim should be told of their employee's surreptitious disrespect, while the Slut bemoaned the fact that Gwen could probably have made herself come and still been out here in time to meet the muscular young apprentice.
Well, I've got plenty of time now, she mused. Between the vibrators and that impossibly large faux penis hiding in the closet, I probably won't last five minutes. She thought back to just how little effort it would have taken with just her finger in the mall parking lot. She probably wouldn't have even needed her toys...
Why even go back to the house? The thought of doing something so depraved right here in the office excited her, right where her employees had seen her so many times, and Gwen began to unbutton her blouse. It only took a moment to shed everything. Now what? She eyed the couch, but sat back down at her desk instead. Pushing the chair back, she hefted her feet on to the surface in front of her, slumped and gently reclined until she was looking at a spot far up the wall. Legs spread of their own accord as her hand made its way between them and the movie reel that held her fantasies came to life.
The bald man did not pass by the truck this time, instead reversing direction and coming back to the driver side door. Gwen could hear his voice, muffled by the metal and glass between them. "I know what you're doing in there." She wasn't upset or embarrassed; instead she smiled to tell him he had guessed correctly and scooted over to the passenger side, her back against the opposite side, facing the driver's door he was even now opening. Gwen quickly peeled off her shorts and opened her legs. The man stared intently at the show while unzipping his fly and pulling out his already erect member. "You got a pretty little cunt, lady," he grunted as his hand grasped his shaft.
"You can look, but you can't touch," she reminded him, although she knew she would be powerless to stop him if he wanted more. The man did not answer, his eyes glued to her sex where a finger was dancing on her clit while her other hand was pushing a digit into her opening. "You have a very nice cock."
