Stacy knew she was a sexy woman, although she never flaunted it. Very classy, men paid her more than enough attention every time she left the house. She dressed stylishly. Very put together. Not flashy, or provocative. It was just her pretty face topped with her blonde locks and curvy body that attracted the looks she received. During her 17 years of faithful marriage though, she paid little attention to her admirers, except maybe just enough to be flattered by them.
Her husband — now ex-husband — was actually critical of her looks, much to the disbelief of anyone around her who had two working eyeballs. He was also an asshole in general. Enough about him. She had moved on.
At 37, people genuinely believed her to be in her late twenties. Not that they would just say that to be polite, as people are often inclined to do. Most people really just thought that's how young she was, and she felt no compulsion to correct them.
So she decided there was nothing wrong with having a little fun. Men seemed to like how she looked, she was now single, and she learned that she really loved being a distraction to men. She loved men.
It was innocent enough anyway. She ordered a pizza one Sunday night, before the kids came home. It would have made more practical sense to order it maybe an hour later, closer to when they would be arriving to actually eat the pizza, but that would have been less fun.
She decided to change into an outfit she wore when she exercised at home. Not anything she would wear out jogging around the neighborhood, or to the gym. It was not public attire for her. No one ever saw her in this revealing little getup but her. And tonight, the pizza delivery boy.
It was a simple tight pink tank top, meant to be worn with a sports bra. She skipped the bra. Stacy would never dream of leaving the house, or being around others in her own home without a bra to cover her firm, ample breasts. This is not because they would sag, or look less attractive without the bra—the opposite was actually the case—it was because she was one of these rare women whose nipples are perpetually hard. And prominent. Impossible not to notice if she was braless. Tonight, she was braless, and she was getting excited about it.
She also wore a little pair of gray shorts with a pink vertical stripe on the sides (it has to match the top, of course, even if she just exercising alone!). The thing about these shorts is that they are very tight on her round posterior globes, and too short to cover her enough to make her decent. Decent, however, was not really was she was going for tonight.
To the bystander, she just looked like a young, hot blonde woman who just happened to have perhaps finished a workout just before her food arrived. She knew how she delicious she looked, though, and it made her tingly in anticipation.
