My name is Mandy Adams. I'm 27, 5' 7" tall, blond hair, 120 pounds, with 34 C breasts. I stay in shape with aerobics and watching my diet, but don't spend time at the gym as I've never needed to. My husband Paul died a year ago in an accident when a teenager texting her friend ran a stoplight and totaled both his car and hers. Fortunately he had insurance at work which allowed me to pay off the mortgage and stay in the house, but I miss him terribly. I just haven't found the courage yet to try dating, and as a result, it seems like I am always horny and resorting to self-satisfaction, but it's not the same.
After Paul's death, I went back to work as the librarian at the local high school. I love being around the kids, but seeing all those young men in their prime certainly has not helped me with my sexual frustrations. One thing I always loved doing was gardening in our backyard, and I try to work out there every chance I get. Our house is on a cul-de-sac, and backs up to a local park, so we have no neighbors behind us, just a nice tree break maybe 25 feet wide between the backyard and the park. There are also two large oak trees in the backyard, which I have surrounded with planting beds of flowers.
Friday after work I stopped at the nursery and picked up two flats of annuals I wanted to plant to add color to the backyard. When I got home, I got the mail from the box and found that a package had arrived also. I knew what it was – my face flushed and my pussy started to tingle – it was the vibrator I had purchased on line. I put the mail on the hall table and fixed myself a light supper. After changing into jeans and a t shirt, I went out back to plant the flowers. I worked the soil and smoothed it for planting, but my mind kept wandering to the package and its contents. Finally it got too dark to continue, so I went inside and washed up in the sink. Grabbing a pair of scissors, I eagerly opened the package. Inside was a vibrator called the rabbit – the shaft both rotated and oscillated up and down, plus there was an extension that stimulated the clitoris. I washed it in the sink to remove the rubbery smell, and then installed the batteries.
Although I had partially cleaned up, I still felt that a bath would be nice after working in the yard. I poured a glass of wine and took it and the rabbit into the bedroom, where I took off my t shirt and jeans. Standing in front of the mirror above the dresser, I admired my breasts as I removed my bra. While not that large, they were still very firm, and the nipples stood out like two erasers as I thought again of the vibrator sitting on the bed. Removing my panties, I was pleased to notice my ass was still as firm as when I was in high school, and my neatly trimmed bush barely concealed my pussy lips. As I was admiring myself, I thought I heard a noise outside – the window was open – but with the woods behind the house, there were always noises at night, so I thought nothing of it and went into the bathroom to fill the tub. Enjoying my glass of wine, I soaked in the tub until the water started to cool, then got out and dried off with a large towel.
Wrapping the towel around myself and doing the boob-tuck every women learns to keep it in place, I went back into the bedroom and sat on the bed. Letting the towel fall from my body, I rubbed my breasts, rolling my nipples between my fingers until they were hard and pointing straight out. Gradually I moved my right hand down my stomach until it reached my pussy, which felt like it was on fire in anticipation of what was to come. I slowly rubbed my clit, loving the thrill it always gave me. With my left hand, I picked up the rabbit from the bed. I put it into my mouth, wishing it was Paul's cock – I had loved giving him blowjobs, and also loved to suck him after he had been in me for a while, enjoying the smell of his manhood and the taste of my pussy juices on his cock. With the vibrator coated with my saliva, I proceeded to slowly insert it between my pussy lips. The feeling was incredible, especially since it had been over a year since I had felt anything other than my fingers inside me. I worked about half of it inside, then slowly removed it until just the tip was in, and pushed it back in again, this time until the extended tip touched my clit. The jolt was electric, and the vibrator was not even turned on!
I continued to fuck myself with the vibrator, first slowly, then more rapidly, losing myself in the feelings it was generating. Now it was time to really see what it would do, so I turned the dial that activated the variable movements. WOW! I arched my back as a climax shook me from the intense feelings of the vibrator rotating and moving up and down, plus the vibration rubbing my clit. I had not had a climax this strong in years. Turning the vibrator off, I slowly removed it and put it in my mouth, tasting my pussy juices that coated it. Putting it back in my pussy, I again turned on the vibrator, furiously fucking myself silly as I pushed myself to the limit and beyond, having another huge climax that had my pussy gripping the vibrator as if to make sure it never could leave my cunt. Exhausted, I finally removed the rabbit, turned off the lights, and fell into a sound sleep.
I awoke on Saturday with the sunlight shining in the bedroom window. I am an early riser, and I could not remember the last time I had slept this long or this well. I glanced over to the nightstand at the rabbit resting there, slightly embarrassed about my behavior last night, but also thinking it was the best money I had ever spent! Putting on a robe, I went into the kitchen and put on a pot of coffee and took a bagel from the bag in the freezer to have as breakfast. I had an appointment at noon to get my hair and nails done, so I quickly got dressed to go out and finish planting the flowers from yesterday. As I carried the flowers and trowel over to the oak tree to plant them, I suddenly froze in my tracks. There in the soil that I had smoothed out last night were two sets of footprints – one heading to the tree and one coming away from it! I thought back to the sound I had heard last night, and realized that someone had climbed the tree and watched me! They had seen me remove my clothes before taking a bath – Oh my God – had they watched me pleasure myself with the vibrator? I was horrified and thrilled at the same time – for some reason, the thought of some boy watching me turned me on in a way I never imagined. I quickly planted the flowers, but for some reason left a path where the footprints had been. Why? Was I hoping the person would come back again tonight?
My imagination was working overtime the whole time I was getting my hair and nails done – twice Susie asked if I was alright when I didn't answer her questions. What was I going to do tonight? The smart thing was to make sure that the drapes were pulled in the bedroom so that nobody could peep in on me anymore. But each time I thought about a stranger watching me, my pussy would start tingling and my mind would wander to how I could put on a show again, and maybe even catch him in the act. The idea that it may have been a burglar casing my house never entered my mind – I think the incredible climaxes I had last night removed my inhibitions. The afternoon passed in a blur – I barely remembered to eat dinner, but I finally made up my mind on my actions for the night, and started to put my plan in motion. I left a flashlight and robe near the side door that was on the opposite side of the house from the bedroom and the oak tree, and checked to make sure the door didn't squeak when opened.
I had changed into my sexiest red demi bra and matching thong bikinis, and put on a light summer dress. Once it was sufficiently dark, I again poured a glass of wine and went into the bedroom. No, I had not closed the drapes – just like last night, they were open and, if my admirer made a return visit, he would get the show of a lifetime...up to a point! Standing in front of the mirror again, I unzipped the sundress and let it slip off my shoulders and fall to the floor. Taking a sip of wine, I reached back and unclasped the bra, taking a few moments to slowly remove it, putting on a sexy striptease that I hoped was having the intended effect on my watcher. Pirouetting, I pretended to examine myself in the mirror. My panties were getting wet from my excitement! While I had my back to the mirror (and my front to the window), I slowly removed my thong. Surprise! I had shaved my pussy earlier, leaving it bald as a baby's butt with the exception of a little "landing strip" of hair just above my clit! God was I excited and wet – at this point, I knew I would be extremely disappointed if my watcher was not back for the show. Now it was action time. Moving to go into the bathroom, I instead headed unseen through the house to the side door. Putting on the robe and grabbing the flashlight, I quietly made my way out the door till I was standing at the corner of the house. This was the moment of truth, and my last chance to chicken out.
My mind made up, I went around the corner and headed straight to the oak tree. When I was almost there, I turned on the flashlight and shown it up into the tree. My admirer was there, and completely taken by surprise. I heard a curse, and the next thing I knew, he fell out of the tree, landing awkwardly at the base not ten feet from me. I was equally surprised – it was Tommy Miller, a senior at the high school where I worked and the class valedictorian! He was trying desperately to get his cock back in his pants and stand up to run away, but he only managed a short step and gasped out in pain. He must have twisted his ankle when he fell, because his face was ashen and he clearly had difficulty walking.
"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Adams. Please don't tell my parents."
"Tommy, why were you up in the tree watching me?"
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry – it's just that you are so beautiful I couldn't help it."
