Miranda's Shopping Trip

Miranda was harassed, as usual. It was Monday morning, Jim her husband was, as usual, eating his breakfast stood up, and the twins Michael and Jane were at the breakfast bar tucking into large plates of cereals and already late for school.

"Hope the traffic's not too bad this morning, I've got an important ten o-clock appointment," Jim said between mouthfuls of toast. "You two got anything on today?" he asked, glancing over at the twins.

"Football practice in the afternoon," Michael said. "By the way is my kit clean?" glancing over at his mother.

She smiled and nodded. "It's already cleaned and ironed and in your bag."

Jane looked up from her breakfast and informed them that she would probably be home late tonight as she was rehearsing for the school pageant. "They're doing a medieval theme this year and our group is doing Lady Godiva."

Michael looked up, interested, a spoonful of cereal raised to his mouth. "You're not playing Lady Godiva are you, Sis?" he asked with a smirk.

Jane shook her head. "No that's Andria Franklyn, and before you ask she won't be naked, she'll be wearing a body stocking." Michael looked a little disappointed.

"Could just see you riding down the street naked," he said with a cheeky grin. Jane slapped him lightly and laughed.

"Have you got anything on, dear?" Jim enquired. Miranda shrugged.

"No, nothing more exciting than a bit of baking. I promised I'd make a cake for little Harry next door; it's his birthday tomorrow."

The three of them looked at her, "You do have an exciting life mom," Jane said. Miranda thought to herself, yes, really exciting, but a little boring most of the times.

"You need to do something exciting mum," Michael said. Miranda looked at him.

"What exciting things are there to do around here?" Then a thought flashed across her mind about what Jim had just said, the words echoing in her mind: "Have you got anything on, dear?" and she smiled at her family. "I suppose I could ride down the street naked like Lady Godiva did, that might cause a stir." The three of them looked at her shocked.

"No way," Michael exclaimed. "Anyway we haven't got a horse," he said with a cheeky grin. "But I suppose you could always use my bike." Jane looked stunned and Jim just shook his head and smiled.

After the three of them had left Miranda cleared away the breakfast things and tidied up the kitchen. She made herself a cup of coffee, selected three of her favorites from her hidden store of chocolate biscuits and sat watching one of the morning shows. Truth or Dare was where contestants had to either reveal embarrassing moments from their past or do a dare. She switched the show off half way through and made her way upstairs for a shower.

As she slipped out of her wrap and nightdress and made her way naked to the bathroom she caught sight of her body in the long mirror. Turning to examine her body she admitted to herself that it wasn't all that bad for a woman of thirty-eight who had produced two children. Her breasts were still reasonably firm and her stomach flat from her regular workouts at the gym and her swimming. She was tall and still attractive, her brunette hair still always with a good cut. She still turned heads.

As she soaped her body in the shower a germ of an idea crept into her mind, but she shook her head, it was silly and audacious, she could never do it, but the more she thought about it the more she felt the urge. What would it feel like to actually walk down the street naked?

She stepped out of the shower and dried herself, walked to the bedroom and was about to get dressed when she stopped. It had been a long time since she'd allowed herself to walk about the house naked. Two sixteen year old children were one of the problems. She smiled; it really felt nice to be free and naked.

So she didn't bother to dress; she made her way over to the twins' rooms and tided them up; she cleaned the bathroom and when she decided to go down stairs she had to pass the large landing window but she didn't feel concerned, maybe just a little excited.

Miranda continued with her housework. It felt strange and somewhat exciting to be naked and she was beginning to enjoy the experience. She was a little concerned when the refuse collectors came but she kept out of the way of the windows until they had gone.

With the housework done she got out the ingredients to make little Harry's birthday cake, a nice chocolate sponge with lots of Chocolate Drops on top. She prepared the mixture and greased the tin, set the oven and filled the cake tin, placing it in the oven, set the timer for thirty-five minutes. She mixed up the icing sugar and looked in the cupboard for the Chocolate Drops but they were nowhere to be seen; obviously one of the twins had been there before her.

Ill have to go down to the corner shop and get some, she thought to herself. She looked at the oven timer; twenty minutes left, plenty of time to nip to the shop; it was only a few houses away at the end of the road.

Miranda washed her hands and brushed her hair, I'll have to dress, she thought, then she thought maybe she could slip on just a coat; it was only a few yards. As she reached for the coat an exciting thought struck her, why shouldn't she go as she was? Dare she? She looked in the mirror; she had nothing she was ashamed of, her breasts were firm and she had bikini waxed only the other day.

She was suddenly feeling this tremendous urge to do something out of the normal routine. Maybe this was a little extreme. She smiled to herself as she picked up her purse and gripped the door handle. She opened the door and stepped out and the warm sun bathed her naked body. The thrill and exhilaration of standing naked outside her house was now overwhelming.

She stepped briskly down the short path to the road, she took hold of the gate and looked down the road. At the moment there was no one in sight. Her excitement at what she was about to do was already tinged with some nervousness. What if a police car came by, or someone reported her? She knew she could probably be arrested.

When she stepped out onto the footpath and began to stride purposely down the road she could see the shop. She suddenly heard a car approaching from behind her; there was a tooting on the horn and the car went past with the driver leaning out of the window waving at her.

Her next encounter was with the postman. Tom had been delivering in the area for several years but as he stepped out from number 42 he was confronted by the delightful sight of Miranda, the lady from 52, walking towards him, completely naked.

He stepped back and watched Miranda, her breasts swinging slightly with the movement of her body. She smiled as she passed him and then treated him to the sight of her perfect rear.

Old Mr. Gardener was tending his roses. He was a little shortsighted and tipped his hat as Miranda walked past but then he blinked, and rubbed his eyes. "I'll have to get my eyes tested," he told himself, "it almost looked to me as if she wasn't wearing any clothes."

She reached the shop without any more encounters. Mrs. Parsons, the vicar's wife, was just coming out. She looked at Miranda and her hand went to her mouth. "My god woman," she gasped, "you're not wearing any clothes!" Miranda smiled at her.

"It's such a beautiful day I couldn't bear to hide from the sun." Then she slipped passed her into the shop.

Mr. Clarke, the shopkeeper, looked up from the copy of Playboy he had hidden beneath the counter. He blinked and rubbed his eyes; it was Miranda, that attractive woman from 52, and she was totally and completely naked! Mr. Clarke couldn't believe what he was seeing as Miranda casually browsed the sweet selection, picking up the two packets of Chocolate Drops she required for young Harry's birthday cake.

She smiled at him as she made her way to the counter, but Mr. Clarke's eyes were on her breasts, on her erect nipples and her neatly trimmed pubes. He felt an arousal in his pants. Miranda placed the packet of sweets on the counter, "Is there anything else you require?" he blurted out.

Miranda smiled and shook her head, "No, those are all I require at the moment," holding out a £5 note. He could never remember what change he gave her; he was too interested in looking at what she was displaying.

Miranda took the change and made her way out of the shop. Outside an old guy was just propping his bike up before going into the shop; he stared at the naked Miranda, shook his head and stepped into the shop. "Did you see her," Mr. Clarke inquired.

The old guy looked at him still a little dazed, "Who?"

"The woman with no clothes on," Mr. Clarke went on. The oldster looked at the door.

"You're right, she was bloody naked!" The two of them made a rush for the door.

Bu the time they got outside Miranda was almost back at her house. A few more cars had tooted at her as she made her way back up the street. She smiled and waved at them. Tom the post man had just delivered to her house and he held the gate open for her. "Have you enjoyed your little stroll?" he inquired.

Miranda smiled, "Just had to pop out for these," she said holding up the sweets, "seemed such a pity to dress on such a nice day."

Tom looked at her attractive naked body, "You certainly know how to cause a little excitement," he said with a grin. Down the road he could still see Mr. Clarke and his customer staring up the street in his direction.

Miranda was quite disappointed to be back inside her home again. It had been an exciting interlude; maybe she would go a little further next time.

At dinner that evening Miranda served out the food, and as everybody tucked in Jim looked up. "Interesting day, darling?"

Miranda smiled, "Didn't do a lot; made Harry a cake, walked down to the shop naked." The three of them looked at each other. "Yes, we believe you," Michael said with a grin.

After dinner while Miranda cleared away the dinner things and stacked the dishwasher, Jim made them coffee and then they went through into the lounge to watch some telly It was a funny evening, Miranda was still a bit nervous; She couldn't stop herself thinking back to what had happened that morning; her anxiety was still tinged with excitement about what she had done.

How long would it be before Jim found out what she had done? Somebody was bound to say something to him, someone from the corner shop, maybe Mr. Clarke himself when Jim called in for his morning paper. There was no way that Mrs. Parsons wasn't going to say something. Then there was old Mr. Gardener. Jim sometimes stopped and chatted with him. She knew he was bound to find out, should she tell him herself? Would it be better coming from her?

Suddenly she realised that something was happening to her, something that had not happened for a long time. Her hand moved slowly down to rest between her thighs. She could feel she was hot, she could feel her juices flowing; it was a long while since this had happened without some stimulation. She squeezed her thighs tightly together and clutched onto the material of the sofa.

Miranda couldn't wait to get to bed. While Jim secured the house she quickly showered and slipped into bed naked. Jim was surprised when he pulled back the covers to get in, as she usually wore a nightdress. It was a while since she had done this. She put her arms around him and pulled him tightly against her naked body, groaning as she whispered in his ear, "I do love you so much."

When his hand felt between her thighs he was surprised to find her wet. She groaned again and clung to him as his finger penetrated her, slipping easily into the warm wet interior. Jim was bewildered. What had caused her to get in this state? Usually she had to be encouraged but tonight she was wanton. He licked his lips; he wasn't going to look a gift horse in the mouth.

He had never known her so hot; well, not for many years. She responded to him like a rutting animal, thrusting her body up to meet his every stroke, and when she came he had to cover her mouth as to prevent her cries from waking the children.

They lay together, tightly clasped in each others arms, and slowly came around. Next time their lovemaking was more tender and sensual. And later she let him lay on his back as she sat astride him, his still rampant cock buried deep in her body. She smiled down at him and slowly worked herself up and down as his strong hands gently caressed her breasts.

It was early morning before they finely allowed sleep to overcome them. Miranda slept with a smile of contentment on her face.

The following morning Miranda was up early to get the kids off to school. When Jim appeared she gave him an embarrassed smile. His reply was to kiss her lightly on the lips. She squeezed his hand and whispered "thanks for last night, it was wonderful." He responded to her squeeze with a nod and a smile.

Jim said he would drop the twins off at school as he didn't have any early appointments that morning, he kissed Miranda tenderly, he was still a little uneasy there was something strange about her since yesterday something he couldn't explain. Last night in bed had been wonderful, it had been along time since they had made love like that, and he hoped it was a sign of things to come.

He had just closed the door when he popped his head back inside, "don't forget Miranda the cable guys coming this morning to fix the TV," Miranda smiled and nodded, she had forgotten but it was not a problem she was not planning anything.

After they had gone she made her self some breakfast, scrambled eggs, then she cleared away and set the dishwasher going and made herself upstairs for a shower.

She turned on the shower and slipped her robe off, she stepped into the shower and let the warm water wash over her body, She cupped her breasts feeling her nipples rise, she remembering affectionately Jims hands on them last night. Oh how she loved that wonderful guy.

She wondered if he would still love her if he found out about her escapade yesterday, she felt a tingle between her thighs as she remembered the excitement of walking down the road naked. Her hand went down to her pussy, it was still feeling a little tender from last night, she slid her finger between the pouting lips into the warm silky interior and she began rubbing herself.

She couldn't believe she was doing this it was years since she had masturbated, but it felt wonderful, she pressed on the nub of her protruding clit and shuddered. Then she worked her self until spasms of relief flooded through her body she leaned gasping against the shower wall as the water continued to cascade down on her.

After she had come around she washed her self and stepping out dried her self on a large white fluffy towel, she walked into the bedroom and sat down on the bed, she sighed as she remembered last night in this same bed. She couldn't wait for Jim to return was tonight going to be as exciting, she hoped so.

But what about to day, she needed to feel the excitement she felt yesterday it had become like a drug to her, a wonderful drug. She knew she couldn't expose her self on the street again; she had got away with it once, but twice would be pushing her luck. Maybe she could go somewhere different where she was not known or would be recognized. She looked at the clock it was 10.30 the cable guy was due at eleven maybe afterwards.

Then it came to her, yes the cable guy was coming, maybe she didn't have to go anywhere, she stood up and looked at herself in the mirror, she smiled at what she saw, her high firm breasts, topped with rosy erect nipples her flat hard stomach gained from many hours hard work out at the gym and then below her pussy, a dark triangle of neatly trimmed pubes directed eyes down to the inviting cleft of her pouting lips.

She ran her hands over her pussy and shivered, could she do it could she actually display herself to the cable guy like this, she was already beginning to feel hot and excited. She opened the wardrobe door and after some searching found what she was looking for a pair of heels in red patient leather, she remembered Jims comment when she bought them. "Wow Miranda those are real fuck me heels." She smiled, we shall see, she thought as she slipped her feet into them.

She sat in front of the dressing table mirror and did her make up, nothing too brash she didn't want to look like a slut. She tidied her hair and then she was ready. She was trembling as she made her way back down stairs.

She glanced at the clock 10.50, would he be on time, if he kept her waiting she wouldn't be able to keep her hands off herself. It was just two minutes past eleven when she saw the van pull into the drive. Her heart was beating like a trip hammer, then a thought occurred to her what would the guy be like she had never seen him before what if he was some fat old guy with a large belly. It was too late now.

She was standing by the door when the bell rang, she steeled herself and turned the handle, A tall blond haired good looking guy in overalls stood there looking down at a sheet of paper, "I've come to sort out the TV," then he looked of his eyes widened "Oh my god." Miranda smiled confidently although deep down she wasn't feeling all that confident. "Wont you come in," the guy looked at her still not sure of the situation.

He was only new to the job, just a couple of months out of training school, he had been told by some of the guy down at the depot about the sex hungry housewife's he could come across doing this job. "Their husbands are too tired to service them when they get home, one of the guys had explained to him and they are on the lookout for a bit of extra marital satisfaction.

He was uncertain what to do, Miranda smiled again "are you coming in there's quite a draft standing here like this, I hope you don't mind me being like this, but I don't usually dress before I go out." He shook his head and clutched onto his tool box a little more tightly and sidled uncertainly through the door. "It's the TV in the lounge; I'll show you the way. As he followed her down the hallway he could not take his eyes off the firm tight globes of her shapely arse.

Miranda was excited, the guy was attractive and she felt more than a little aroused displaying herself to him. Once in the lounge he switched the TV on before moving behind and removing the back. He tried to keep his eyes off Miranda's exciting naked body, but it was difficult. "It's the sports channel you are having problem with," he inquired. Miranda nodded, "Jim my husband loved the soccer and it keeps cutting out, she thought about Jim sitting at his desk, she wondered what would he say if he could see her now standing naked in their lounge chatting with the cable guy.

Just then the phone rang she sat down on the sofa and reached for the phone, she couldn't believe it, it was Jim, she shivered, had he read her thoughts. Hello darling it's nice to hear from you."

"A couple of things as the cable guy arrived."

"He here now, what's the other?"

"I just wanted to say thanks for last night; you were wonderful it was just like old times before the kids arrived on the scene."

Miranda smiled to herself.

"Yes it was good, I enjoyed it myself."

There was silence on the line for a moment.

"I just wondered what brought it on so suddenly," Jim asked. "Not that I'm complaining, but it was so unlike you, more like the girl I remember at college".

Miranda thought back to their college days when she first met Jim and the exciting times they had, especially the nights spent in his small single bed in that untidy little flat.

"I just thought we needed some excitement back in our lives, we needed to find each other again, I didn't want you to be taking me for granted, and I didn't want to become a dowdy old housewife."