She wakes up early Saturday morning for her usual run. She runs intervals today, changing speed to gradually increase her overall speed. She uses this to unwind from her stressful consulting job and to escape from her other pressing personal problems.
She showers, shaves her legs, lies on the bed, and puts lotion over her body. She massages her tight inner thigh muscles; her running is paying off. Her buns are getting firmer from her new butt burning exercises; she feels the definite difference in shape and muscles from her butt to her leg. She grabs her medium size vibrator from the bed stand. It is slick and silver. She rubs it over face and neck. She brings it into her mouth and massages her lips with the tingling vibrations. She moves it to her thighs and ass. Then she tantalizes her slit, rolls it over her small breasts and pushes the tip into her nipples.
Deciding she does not want to cum, she switches off the vibrator and grabs the anal and pleasure beads. She lubricates the beads, lubricates and fingers herself and inserts the beads. At first it is difficult to walk but then she gets use to them as she completes some chores around her house. The anal beads and the pleasure beads don’t give her an orgasm but do give an enduring stimulation and the constant firmness of the penetration. She squeezes her pelvic muscles and sphincter muscles to stimulate herself. She decides, ‘what the heck’, and leaves the beads in as she slips on a tight fitting but comfortable olive green skirt and white blouse.
She has several errands to do – drop off cleaning, stop at the ATM, etc. She has not worn the beads out like this before and shifting her Miata convertible never felt so exhilarating.
She stops by her office as she has three to four hours of work to do and needs to gather some things for her Monday business trip. She goes the restroom and removes her beads several times but each time returning to put them back in. About one-thirty, she sees John, one of her associates. They exchange some conversation but, although pretty and popular, Amy isn’t interested in any social or personal friendships at work; or otherwise, for that matter. Besides, she has other things on her mind; “wouldn’t John be shocked,” she thinks.
About four o’clock she leaves work and goes to the mall. She goes to the food court and purchases a soda. She notices three young men looking her over. It excites her so she shifts inconspicuously in her chair to give them a better view but not too much, carefully remembering that she still has in the beads and had removed her panties at the office. As she sucks her Coke, she exchanges eye contact. She discretely undoes a button on her blouse and reaches down to grab some lip-gloss from her purse at her side.
Hoping that the guys follow her, she walks past them, smiles and says “hi”. She heads to the Women’s room to remove the beads now that she senses the opportunity for something different. When she exits, she notices that guys have followed. “They don’t seem too young,” she justifies to herself. She smiles again at them, smoothes her skirt in a solicitous manner, flips her blonde hair, and heads out into the mall.
She stops at Walgreen and finds the condoms; fretting with them until one of the guys walks up behind her. “These are really good,” he says.
“Thanks,” she says as she takes them from him, turns and walks to the checkout. The guys follow and catch her in the mall.
The eager guy from the condom rack walks next to her. “How old are you?” she asks.
“Old enough to fuck your brains out,” he whispers to her.
“Where to, hotshot,” she responds.
