"How much is he going to pay?... Just tonight though, huh? Well I'll see what I can do. Oh, he doesn't mind short women, does he?" I put down the phone, and thought about what my friend had just told me. Five hundred dollars to drive into town and show a man nice time for an hour wasn't bad, but what would I tell my husband? I was a little nervous seeing as how I'm only 5'2" so you can imagine it doesn't take much to over power me, but we did need the money. I called my friend back and told her I would do it.
My husband and I have always had a pretty open relationship, but we had never fooled around without each other. I myself had never been very comfortable with fooling around without my husband anyway so it was never that big of a deal. I decided to tell him that me and my girlfriend Michelle were going for a girls night out, which wasn't exactly untrue, and then leave before he got home so he didn't see me bring my bag. I called my husband, Alex, to let him know then promptly jumped into the shower. I started shaving, making sure that I got every last inch of hair from my legs before moving to my crotch. As I was shaving my bikini line I realized what I was going to be doing to night and how much it actually excited me. I couldn't help myself at that point. I turned the razor around and started masturbating with the handle. I liked the thought about fucking another man without my husband knowing before hand. I decided that maybe I would tell him... But probably not.
I pulled the handle out of me, not wanting to climax before tonight, after all... I wanted to make sure this gentleman had a good time. I finished cleaning myself and stepped out of the shower to realize there were no towels in the bathroom. I ran down stairs to go to the laundry room when I realized I had left the blinds open. There I was, walking through my house in all my naked glory. My big 48D tits perky as could be, considering I was freezing. It looked like you would squeeze oranges on my nipples. I got back to the dryer and pulled a towel out when I suddenly realized there was a group of young boys standing outside, staring at me. I couldn't help but think that at 32 I still had what all the young, juice boys were after. So I took my time walking back up to the front room, not even bothering to wrap the towel around myself. I figured that this was the only time they'd get to see an older woman naked so I might as well let them enjoy it.
After a minute or so I ran back upstairs, and hurried to a window to see if they waited for me to come back. I giggled to myself, knowing that all the boys in the neighborhood would know about this by the end of the week. I wondered how many would come by to try and sneak a peek. Oh well, I thought, better decide what to wear. I went over to my lingerie cabinet and sifted through some items. I came across my black corset and thought about it for a moment. I then smiled wickedly to myself, deciding just to wear the lingerie instead of putting clothes on over top of them. I dug through my cabinet more until I found my red and black silk corset. This one would be more acceptable since it had a skirt that came down to about a third of my thigh in the front, but went all the way down to the flower in the back. I pulled out a pair of black fishnets and a black silk g-string and put it all on. I shoved some street clothes in my bag, put on my high-healed boots that come all the way up my knee, threw an overcoat on and walked out the door.