When I woke up on Saturday morning my bed was empty. My husband had to work -- on his own birthday! I agree, it is totally unfair, but he had to install the new lighting system and one-way mirrors in the dressing rooms at 'The G String', a bikini store he manages in Venice Beach. In order to ensure the dressing rooms would be monitored properly tiny lights will be activated each time the dressing room doors are opened; my husband, so clever.
It seems there is a new style that is quite popular this season and, unfortunately, the girls are stealing them. He intends on hiring some women to man the mirrors in the near future, but today he is going to do it himself: says it is to make certain everything works as advertised ... yeah right. No really, I don't mind him looking at some hotties from the beach, he is the "looky no touchy" sort of husband, so just one day of peeping isn't going to get me too concerned; and besides, it will work out great for my birthday surprise. I'm going to be his personal, 'lil hotty'.
It is going to be quite a big surprise because it is something I've never done before -- even though he has always wanted me to, and I've made up my mind that I'm ready. I'm going to put on a "show" for him -- in the dressing room. I'm hoping he gets so turned on that he quickly leaves his watch, and joins me in the semipublic area. One of my fantasies has always been to please him in a public place, safely behind a curtain, no one the wiser, is my idea of private. I'm kind of boring, sexually speaking.
I pulled out the bag from Victoria's Secret and looked at my surprise clothing. Then, after I showered, put on the slutty outfit. I have to admit, when I saw myself all tarted out in the sexy lingerie, complete with stockings and garters, I felt that oh so familiar twinge in my tummy. Oh yes, this was going to be a hot surprise. Before I left the house I also put on the newly purchased for the occasion, 6 inch, spike, fuck-me whore heels, and wrapped myself in my London Fog raincoat. Luckily, our garage is accessible from the kitchen, so none of our neighbors saw my unusual outfit, me in stuffy raincoat when the sun was baking everything in its path.
After the 15 minute drive I parked around the corner, and behind, and after a couple of skateboard geeks buzzed by I hurried into "The G String", through the back door. The dressing rooms were all on the back wall and when I watched through the curtain for Ted, his assistant manager, to turn his attention to something else -- I ducked into the dressing room. Luckily, they are the kind with wooden doors that lock on the inside, so there was no chance of anyone coming in during my little number.
I sat on the tiny seat and stared at the sexy girl in the mirror. I watched disbelieving as she unbuttoned her coat and revealed a shocking sexy ensemble. I still wasn't certain I could go through it -- but it was too late, by now my husband was already watching me after the little telltale light had announced my arrival. He was now standing less than a foot away, complete with a massive grin, behind the 'magic' mirror. After a minute or two I finally found my eyes in the mirror, and it calmed me a bit.
I looked good. Not too shabby for a 38 year old mother of two college students. Father Time had been good to me and my body still looked like it had when we were first married -- all 38-27-35 inches of it. My dishwater blonde hair just about tickled my scrumptious ass when I leaned my head back, which I did as I stood and dropped the coat in a quiet heap. Licking my lips suggestively, I pursed then and kissed at my reflection, and hubby's hungry eyes. Tiny shivers were turning into bigger ones. Wanting my husband to get a good look at the skimpy panties intent on snuggling my shapely ass, I then bent over and looked at him through my slightly spread legs. Instinctively I started to rub my inner thighs, and even bent low enough to lick one. I felt positively trampish. It was wonderful. In the mirror, I could even see a few tufts of my dark neatly trimmed thatch peeking out at the leggings. Thankfully, my husband played classic rock music in his store and I was soon strutting to the sultry wales of Motley Crew. It seemed more than a coincidence that GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS was playing. I suddenly started feeling like I was on a stage, and really began to get into it. Twisting, lurching and gyrating, I danced and teased my husband by rubbing my rock hard nipples, vehemently poking through my lace demi-bra, and even a few slow rubs over my damp pussy. I was really starting to feel the fire that was building inside me.
As the song continued I felt like I was at the real 'Doll House' in Fort Lauderdale, as the song implied, and I revealed my munchable titties. Sitting back down on the bench, I then spread my legs wide, and with a serious whore-like look -- pulled my panties to the side to show my husband just how daring I can be. Sensing he was going to be joining me any second, I slipped a finger deep inside me and fingered myself passionately, to seal the deal ... then licked them off slowly.
As the song ended, I was sitting there fingering myself again -- not intentionally, all my inhibitions were completely gone. I was ready for some wild sex in my own private booth. I looked like a total sex kitten -- and loved it! My head was spinning and my heart was beating louder than Nicki Six's base; and I started to tremble about what lay ahead. I came again -- hard! I hadn't cum that intensely for along time and judging by the way my efforts had splashed a corner of the mirror, I realized just how radical things were going to get. There truly is a hot sexy woman inside me -- waiting to get out.
But my husband didn't rush to my dressing room ... he didn't even take his time ... he didn't show up at all.
Trying to get my breathing under control as panic began to set in, I grabbed my coat and started to leave -- then I heard my husband's voice. I then allowed a smile to appear on my recent bewildered face and opened the door. "Two cheeseburgers without onion, fries and strawberry shake, did I get it right?" He said to Ted after he walked directly past the dressing rooms. I stood in disbelief - he fucking missed my show - and stared at the back of the man I love as he walked to the front of the store. Then Ted noticed me and nudged my husband; as I was finishing the last button on my coat.
Quickly, I pulled it together and acted like I had just walked in. "Hi, Honey, thought I'd come down and see when you were getting off," I lied. For several minutes I tried to assign meaning to the conversation, and then started to feel relief as it hit me that no one had seen my show. "I thought you'd be spying on the sexy young girls; not running errands."
"Nah, I thought about it and decided it probably wouldn't be a good idea for me or Ted." I sighed, relieved. Then he said something that almost toppled me in my whore heels. "and Nancy happened to come by -- the girl I was telling you about that was going to start next week," the rapid heartbeat started again, " she was able to start today. She is on 'felony watch'".
It took every ounce of willpower to keep my legs from knocking and my mouth from uttering something horrific -- so I took some of Ted's fries and stuffed them in my dry mouth. "I'm starved," I said, almost spitting them onto the counter. After a minute, I regained my composure and hugged my husband, and told him I needed to get going -- and was just about to make a bee line for the door. Then Nancy walked to the front and joined us. She was stunning, and positively glowing. About 23, blonde and built like the girls that can actually wear a G String suit, proudly. Her eyes locked on mine as my husband instantly put his arm around me and started to introduce us. Completely nonplussed she quickly spoke, "I feel like I know you already." I blushed, smiled, and ate more fries.
