Hannah stood in the hotel bathroom, adjusting the new black lace bra she'd purchased only a few days earlier. The thin lace strained under the weight of her full d-cup breasts causing her pink nipples to harden and poke through the soft material. She pulled the pair of matching lace thong panties out of her bag and snapped the shop tags off before stepping into them and sliding the impossibly thin waistband up over her thick thighs and curvy hips. It had been years since she'd shaved her pussy and the soft black lace felt incredible as it pulled tight against the smooth skin of her bald slit. She leaned against the counter as she slipped on her thigh high stockings, sheer black with an elastic lace top, sighing as she felt the soft material hugging every inch of her smooth pale legs.
She turned back to the mirror, adjusting her cat's eye glasses and tossling her shoulder length black hair as she admired her reflection. "You've still got it, babe..." she whispered to herself, smiling as her hand slid down her body, fingers tracing her soft full breasts and round tummy. At 43 years old Hannah knew that these days she could definitely be classified as a BBW. The role of "suburban mom" had changed her body, not just having given birth to her two children but years of being a housewife and mother had led to the complete neglect of her once rigorous work out regimen. Over the past decade and a half her body had thickened up, the once athletic 24 year old had transformed into a curvy voluptuous woman.
She loved the way she looked, loved her thick thighs, curvy ass and full heavy breasts. She'd even come to adore the look of her soft round tummy. Hannah felt confident and womanly as she admired herself in the mirror, like renaissance nobility, soft and feminine. The new lingerie looked amazing on her and she was sure her husband would think so too. Her and Peter's sex life had started out hot and heavy, the way she was sure all marriages did but over the years their sex had become more end more infrequent and she was worried that her husband now viewed her only as a 'mom.' She shuddered at that word. Hannah loved her children and was proud to be their mother but hated the way that her husband and the other men she regularly interacted with seemed to now regard her as a complete non-sexual entity. Just another "mom."
That was why she was so excited when a few days earlier, Peter had surprised her by arranging for the two of them to spend the night of her birthday at a hotel in the city. She'd gone out to Victoria's Secret that day while he was at work and picked out her new sexy outfit, hoping that the evening would lead to round of much needed hotel birthday sex. She had been so horny lately. In the last six months she'd taken to using her pink vibrator three and sometimes four times a day, using every moment of solitude she could find to get herself off. Peter was usually so wiped out from his day at work that he'd crash out early leaving time for Hannah to slip into the shower with her wonderful toy and finish the day with an intense orgasm or two as the hot water cascaded down her soft supple body. She always came so hard with her vibrator but lately she had been longing for the touch of a man, his hands, mouth and cock in total service of her wild feminine desires. Tonight was going to be incredible, a prolonged night of pure sexual gratification from her husband and his beautiful hard dick.
That night they'd gone out to a lovely dinner at one of her favorite restaurants and afterwards she and Peter had hit up a few bars, getting more tipsy and flirty as the night progressed. They had made out in the cab on the way back to the hotel, something they hadn't done since their 20's, lusty groping as the car sped through the night and they kissed deeply. Upon arriving back at the room she'd seen the sexual excitement in his eyes as she told him she needed to slip into something a bit more comfortable. She told him to wait on the bed before stepping into the bathroom and closed the door. She had slipped into her new outfit in seconds and after touching up her make up she winked at her reflection before shutting off the light and stepping out into the room. She felt butterflies of excitement in her stomach and her pussy tingled with anticipation as she cocked her hip suggestively to one side and leaned against the door frame.
"I hope it was worth the wait..." she purred as her eyes adjusted to the room's low lighting. Her pulse was racing with pent up sexual energy as she traced her fingers down her ample cleavage but then her heart sank as her ears were met with Peter's deep snoring. He lay on the bed in his black boxers, passed out.
Hannah sighed.
'Well that's just great...' She thought, suddenly feeling ridiculous in her sexy new lingerie.
It wasn't his fault. She knew how hard he worked supporting their family and that he didn't have the same energy that he did back when they were younger but it was still disappointing just the same. She had been so looking forward to this evening, to feeling her husband ravage her, making her cum over and over as she rode his hard cock. She'd been so horny all week anticipating their night together but now she wished that she'd remembered to bring her little pink vibrator along. Alas, it was still at home in the back of her bedside table drawer. She could wake him up... but Hannah knew that once he was out, he was out for the night.
She sighed again, feeling defeated.
'I guess that's it. Another night of watching TV until I pass out.'
She slumped and made her way back into the bathroom, flipping on the light and staring into the mirror at her sulking reflection. She considered undressing and putting on her pajamas but the thought made her feel sad. "No. You know what?" She whispered to herself. "It's your birthday. So maybe you don't get to have sex but you at least deserve another drink." She nodded to herself and wriggled back into her short black skirt. She brushed her hair out and pulled on her white blouse, leaving it unbuttoned just low enough to leave her cleavage exposed. Peter snored away loudly as she slid on her black heels, grabbed her phone and the room's key card from the dresser before stepping out into the hallway and taking the elevator down to the hotel bar.
The lobby was completely deserted at this late hour other than the front desk worker who looked up from his computer and smiled at her politely. Hannah stepped through the French double doors into the bar finding it nearly as empty as the lobby. She sat down on a stool at the corner and the bartender made her way over.
"Good evening, Miss. What can I get you?"
Hannah looked up at the young brunette, smartly dressed in black slacks, a white button up and a black tie and smiled.
"Oh... a glass of Chardonnay I guess." Hannah sighed.
"Right away." The server said grabbing a wine glass from the rack.
'Chardonnay? Ugh... such an unimaginative "mom" drink.' Hannah thought. 'No! That's not even what I want. I'm only ordering it out of habit...'
"Excuse me..." She said as the bartender looked up. "Sorry... I'm on auto pilot. I don't want that. Cancel it."
The bartender smiled and re corked the wine bottle in her hands. "No problem, can I get you something else?"
"Yeah..." Hannah said, her gaze running over the row of liquor bottles lined up behind the bar. "Hmmm... I don't know... It's my birthday. I feel like I should have something special."
"Well happy birthday." The bartender said. "Did you do anything fun tonight?"
Hannah shrugged. "Yeah... kind of. My husband and I went out for dinner and drinks... it was great but... now he's asleep."
The bartender laughed. "Oh... sorry to hear that. Well then, you definitely need something strong then..."
"I agree!" Hannah laughed. "I don't know though... I don't drink that often. Can you just make me something good. With rum?"
"Absolutely! One glass of Janet's fancy rum punch coming up. I'm Janet by the way."
"Thanks Janet." Hannah smiled as the bartender began pulling bottles and filling a tall glass.
A few moments later she placed a tall tumbler full of bright orange colored juice in front of her, the glass adorned with pineapple, an orange slice and a small pink paper umbrella.
