Hello, my name's Sarah. I'm 51 years old and I live in the West Midlands. I'm happily married to a lovely man, and it's fair to say we still enjoy an active sex-life. We've recently started to open up a bit to each other and explore a few little turn-ons - nothing too extreme, just the usual stuff like sexy underwear and blindfolds. Until yesterday.
Having worked from home for the last 16 months I haven't had much cause to dress for work, which would usually be a skirt, a fitted shirt and jacket with a pair of fairly high heels. The kind of thing women in offices normally wear. Now, I've always had a decent figure, and despite not being as young as I used to be I still have curves in the right places - so I like to sometimes make a bit of an effort and dress nicely.
So yesterday I decided to ditch the joggers and t-shirt and see if I could look and feel like a professional woman again. I wasn't actually planning on leaving the house - I had a couple of Zoom meetings, but that wasn't the point. I started by opening the wardrobe and pulling out a couple of my usual work outfits, but then my eye was caught by something much shinier. You remember I mentioned that we had been spicing things up in the bedroom with sexy underwear? Well this was a little step further. I pulled out the red satin-look blouse and tight, black, wet-look, above-the-knee skirt I'd bought online recently to surprise him with. What the hell, I thought. I was only going to be working in the spare room, and no-one was actually going to see me.
So what else to wear with this little ensemble, I thought. Well, stockings obviously. And heels - if I'm going to look like a slut, I'm going to need heels. So I put on a pair of glossy, barely black nylon hold-ups and slipped into the sexiest pair of patent red 5" stilettos. By now I was beginning to feel quite turned-on, so I sat at the dressing table and applied more makeup than I usually would. God, I looked hot.
I went into the spare room/temporary office and opened up the laptop. For an hour or so I worked through emails, answered queries and made a few calls. Early in the afternoon I had a video call with some of my workmates. As I activated the camera I noticed that a couple of the younger lads looked a bit sheepish.
"Oh, hello Sarah" said one. "Are you going out later? You look very...erm, different" he said.
"In a good way, I hope?" I replied.
"Erm, yes, just a bit" he said, visibly shifting in his chair.
This made me feel slightly horny, and all throughout the short meeting I was running my fingertips up and down the stretchy, faux leather skirt, hidden from view. God knows how they'd have reacted if they'd seen me in the full outfit!
The meeting ended and I was feeling good about myself. I'd still got what it takes to make a man's head turn. With this in mind, I decided I'd finish early and wait for my husband to return home - he was going to enjoy walking in to his wife looking like a slut, and even more to taking me to bed dressed like this!
"Wine!" I thought, "we'll need wine, I'll quickly nip to Asda".
As I was picking up my keys to drive the short distance to the supermarket I caught a glimpse of myself in the hallway mirror. Could I go out dressed like this? And then a little warm wave swept through my thighs and pussy. Not only could I go out dressed like this, I wanted to go out dressed like this.
I opened the front door and immediately felt a slight breeze. It was now I remembered that I wasn't wearing underwear - and that really set me off. I was wet, and my heart was beating faster. I got into the car and set out for Asda, despite not being used to driving in such high heels.
I parked up in the multi storey car park and made my was across the concrete floor to the entrance - my stilettos clicking and my glossy stockings swishing with each step. I caught another glimpse of myself in the glass doors - my God I looked like such a slut, what was I thinking? I was about to around and go home when I noticed a man staring at my heels. He looked like he was in his 30s, and was well groomed. A bit young for me, but he looked nice so I gave him a half-smile as recognition.
I entered the store and headed straight to the wine aisle. I noticed my admirer was watching me as I bent down to a low shelf, my tight skirt riding up a little. I stood up and smoothed-down my sheer clothes and then turned to walk to the tills, and noticed that my new friend had disappeared. Perhaps he'd seen enough and gone, I reasoned. Strangely disappointed, I paid for my wine and walked back through the dimly lit carpark, heels clicking as I went. I pressed the button on my remote to release the boot lid....and that's when it happened.
As I leaned into the boot to secure the wine bottle, a hand from behind covered my mouth. "Don't scream. I'm not going to hurt you" said a man's voice in a hushed tone. I wanted to scream, but nothing came out. For a second I was frozen.
You are the sexiest, most fuckable woman I've ever seen" he whispered, the bulge in his trousers pressing against my round bum. With one hand still covering my bright red lips, he moved his other hand to my breasts and found a rock hard nipple through the shiny red material of my blouse.
As he rolled it between his fingers he whispered "Tell me to stop, and I'll stop. I'll walk away. Otherwise, I'm going to fuck you right here".