Melissa climbed into the cream colored SUV and tossed her bag on the passenger seat, and eased her wet ass and legs onto the hot leather seat. After shutting the door, her hands dropped numbly to her lap, and she exhaled...welcoming the privacy of her car after the surreal events of the past hour. What began earlier that afternoon as a titillating dare to herself, quickly veered into an unexpected and mindblowing rollercoaster ride...and ended in a thrilling and nerve wracking dash from the gym. Her body felt like it had just finished an exhausting, hour and a half hot yoga class, and she needed some time to get her head together, knowing that she'd have to switch gears soon...and in a very major way. Going from pretty much a complete slut...obscenely displayed and disheveled, and still reeking of sex, with a mix of semen and her own cum still oozing from her cunt...to a mom who'd be picking her daughter up at school in about twenty minutes.
She still found it hard to believe how fast it all had happened. Early in their evaluation, she had told Steve the truth, or at least some version of it, about rushing to get to the gym, and why she was barely dressed in a pair of threadbare, see through tights and tiny tank top with no underwear.
It's true...she was in a rush, as usual. Admittedly, the struggles she had to get to school on time way back as a teenager, had kind of carried over into her adult life. But on this morning, it was not because of her daughter Lexi, and getting her ready and out to school on time, which is the story she told Steve. Her ex husband had picked her up early in fact. And after they left, she went online to quickly respond to a couple of emails, and after getting off the phone with a girlfriend who had returned her call about making dinner plans, she had every intention of showering. And with plenty of time to dress and get out of the house for her fitness evaluation at the health club.
But the air conditioner in her bedroom was on the fritz, and the night before had been really warm and humid. She had kicked off the sheet and woken up a couple of times, sweating and restless, and had used her vibrator to try to relax herself, and get back to sleep. When she had finally gotten off the phone that morning, she knew that she needed a shower pretty badly.
Normally, she'd just go to the gym funky and shower afterward. But today wasn't normal...running four miles on the treadmill, or sweating on the elliptical machine or in a class. Today she'd be in the small office that she'd seen numerous times on her way to a spin class, getting tested by one of the hunky trainers that she had occasionally seen in the weight room. Or maybe the lean, forty something female trainer with the sexy butt that sometimes led her favorite spin class.
Lifting her arms up high, she turned her head in and immediately caught the pungent body odor coming from her armpits. And bending down, she could also easily smell her crotch and ass...her pussy had gone from wet to semi-dry numerous times since the day before, and her dried secretions and sweat radiated out of her like a musky perfume.
It was pretty much a no brainer...or even a necessity, to take a quick shower, or at the very least wipe down with a washcloth at the sink. But she was still so fucking horny. And that was her problem. For the past month or so she was masturbating every day, and numerous times. And it was getting worse, sometimes even consuming her thoughts. When she felt like this, whether it was at home in her bedroom or at her desk at work or driving somewhere...she had to touch herself.
So, glancing at the time on her phone, she plopped down on the unmade bed and snatched the vibrator out of the nightstand drawer, and pulled her knees out wide to get a quickie in. When she brought the vibe up to her mouth to wet it, she saw that it was crusted most of the way up the shaft with her dried juices, and she eagerly brought it under her nose to inhale the tartly sweet aroma. The heady odor instantly triggered her brain to one of her long held fantasies, and a frequent one lately...which was to be with another woman.
Absently toying and pulling on one of her thick nipples, she began to lick and suck the dried cum off of the soft pink silicone, imagining that she was eating another women's fragrant pussy. This time it was Jeannie, the spin instructor from the gym...and definitely the type of older woman that Melissa was attracted to, and thought about, as she drifted into her fantasies. She was naturally thinner and leaner than Melissa was, and usually wore just a small sports bra top over her clearly enhanced breasts, with matching cutoff tights.
They had developed a casual friendship over the half year or so that she had started taking the once a week, late afternoon class that she taught. Mostly just chatting and small talk, while people drifted in and set up their bikes. And one time the two of them stayed after for fifteen minutes or so to talk about working out, and their kids. There were times that Melissa would look up at Jeannie from her bike, late in a hard class as everyone was pumping through a grueling hill, and feel an extra charge as she watched her sinewy yet feminine body pedaling hard. She'd be dripping sweat like everyone else, and she saw how the hint of her large round nipples pushed through her soaked, and well padded sports bra. It made her wonder if they were as big as her own were, and if they got hard just as easily. She imagined being out with her one night...both of them dressed slutty at a bar and drinking margaritas or cosmos, and their talking and laughing slowly growing more intimate as they got more and more buzzed. And a friendly grab of an arm to emphasize a story, or a reassuring squeeze of a shoulder in agreement, gradually turning to playful caresses of a hip...or a soft touch of a cheek with the back of a hand. Or maybe a glancing brush of a finger along her breast, and then asking her about the nipples she had wondered about as she watched them appear in her sweat soaked top...and fantasized sucking on, and rubbing against her own.
The dried juices on the vibrator dissolved with her saliva, and she savored the pungent taste and aroma, and ran her hand down over her smooth mound and onto her clit, and into her thick gaping lips.
God...she was already so wet, or more likely she had woken up that way. Pushing the vibe deeper into her mouth, her tongue searched for every bit of her dried secretions, and her brain folded together the images of deepthroating a thick, hard cock along with her lapping at Jeannie's delicious, bald and oozing cunt. Her fingers played in her lips, and then dipped between them to bring some of the wetness up to her protruding clit, being careful to circle around lightly so she wouldn't come too fast.
Thinking back to her youth and teen years, Melissa felt that she had a heightened sexuality and physical nature...even before she understood what that was, or really meant.
Among her tight circle of four adolescent friends, she was seemingly the first to discover the unspoken compulsion, and joys, of discreetly rubbing up against the bars at the swingset in school, or humping her pillow on sleepovers, as they laughed and shared stories and jokes and crushes, while eating snacks in a dark bedroom with flashlights illuminating the ceiling. And later on in her teens and early adulthood, on the few instances where she saw other girls undressed or changing in the locker room at school, or in a gym, it seemed to her that in some ways, her body...or parts of it...looked different than theirs did. Or maybe she was just more self aware, and at her young age, also self conscious about it.
Her breasts weren't the biggest by any means, but she noticed that her nipples were way bigger and more developed...they seemed almost distended, compared to the other girls. And they would get stiff very easily...and not just when she was aroused.
Like the time in Mr. Kennedy's twelfth grade history class, when one of the idiot boys made a comment about her high beams...how you could see her coming from a mile away, and even on a foggy night. And more than loud enough for everyone to hear. She had sat redfaced and quiet, with her head down and hands pressed under her thighs, pretending that she was the only one who didn't hear it. Of course she had a bra on under her shirt...back then she would have been mortified going to school without wearing one, not to mention that her mother would have absolutely killed her if she didn't. But it did little to help...there they were, her hard nipples boring through both layers of cloth for everyone to see. And for no good reason, it wasn't even cool in the room.
She remembered that Mr. Kennedy had yelled at the jerk, and did his best to diffuse the moment and steer the class into an assignment. But afterward she noticed him awkwardly glancing at her a couple of times, and she thought, her chest. And her face burned even more, knowing that there was nothing she could do to stop her hardened nubs, which were on complete display through her white tee shirt.
And her clit was definitely larger than the few that she had gotten a glimpse at...either in the changing room at the community pool in the summer, or in the locker room at school during senior season of soccer practice.
There was one time when she had snuck in her brother's room, while he was out with his college buddies, and found the magazines that he kept under his bed. She remembered poring through them...intensely curious, and also fascinated by seeing all these beautiful and sexual women opening themselves up in all sorts of positions. And with no shame, but proudly...even brazenly. Just the variety of their different shaped bodies mesmerized her, and she stared at page after page of breasts and nipples, and gorgeous asses and pussies. She remembered the one model, an athletic looking brunette with a small chest and long legs, who had a little strip of pubic hair and a clitoris and pussy that looked almost like her own did. With a pronounced fingertip of a clit poking out from its hood of skin, leading down to thickly developed pussy lips. It was silly, but she had felt such relief...just knowing that there were other women who looked like her, and that men could be turned on by them too. And that she wasn't deformed, or some kind of freak.
She couldn't even see her friend Sarah's clit, when she managed to peek at it as they changed after basketball practice. And in college, a boyfriend had even asked her if she had ever taken steroids. She wasn't sure what he meant, and just assumed it was from her athletic and slightly muscular build. But he told her it was because her clit was so big, like ones he'd seen from nude pics of female bodybuilders.
For many years, throughout her twenties and during her marriage, she made sure to always wear padded bras or nipple covers under her dresses or tops, and to almost never go out without having underwear on. But as she neared thirty, and especially the past couple years after her divorce, her libido had gone steadily up, and now seemed to be going through the roof. And maybe it was from being in this place of almost constant horniness, along with a growing hyper awareness of her body, that compelled her to want to show it more, and at times to even wantonly display herself when she was out in public.
Now, it wasn't unusual at all for her to wear one of her light summer dresses with nothing on underneath, or replace her padded bras with sheer ones. And the embarrassment she used to feel as people stared at her hardened nipples poking though her top or dress, had gradually turned to excitement. If she was going to run out to a store or grab a coffee, and she wasn't with Lexi or meeting up with one of her friends, she'd leave the house without wearing anything under her tee shirt or dress...and pretend to not notice as servers at Starbucks and guys passing by stared at her. It made her nipples tingle and crinkle up even more, and when no one was looking she'd sometimes tweak and pull on them to amp herself up.
