She pressed her bare foot into my face, I could feel the radiating heat and sealed my lips while inhaling deeply through my nose. I turned my head back and forth letting the tip of my nose run across each toe in a slow repetitive motion. I let my tongue slip out and I could taste her salty tangy sweat as it slid back and forth across her sole. She shifted position and was now laying back propped on both elbows. She stared at me with a devilish grin making me melt into a feeling of embarrassment for my eagerness to worship her. Her eyes showed happy mischief while mine showed lust.
How does a 35 year old happily married woman with two kids end up on a couch in her own home with a 23 year old coed worshipping her sweaty feet? Here is my story...
I am the director of the public resources department of a substantial park in the southeast. Our park is popular for the endless groomed hiking trails winding thru beautiful landscapes of forests, meadows and waterfronts. We are just outside a large suburb of Nashville and the runners especially enjoy our resources including the parking lot of the building I work in. It is located just off the main road in a corner of the park boundary and gives the runners access to large loops of courses rather than running to a point and back again. Our building is the public education portion of our services and it is my job to manage various displays, exhibits and activities our visitors can enjoy. My office is on ground level on the back side of the building. Rather than a parking lot, my view consists of a small open area of mowed grass where one or two picnic tables and a bench sit. Its quite a narrow area before the dense growth of trees start. The tall overhanging branches create a cozy little shaded spot to beat the heat of our mid summer scorchers. Being opposite of the main access areas and parking lot my little sanctuary is only enjoyed by an occasional employee on break or the the rare runner accessing the one trailhead on this side of the building. Because of this, I chose to situate my desk right in front of the window so I can gaze out during work to a relaxing view of nature.
About myself, I am the nerdy mom with that "has been" body. I considered myself slim and fit in my 20's but that morphed a little from having kids and getting my college degree in my late 20's while keeping house with a husband who travels often for work. Slowly I had given into the fact a mom bod isn't so bad. My little tummy paunch and a little extra padding here and there were inevitable. I still think I look great and my outfits for work are adorable, I still feel sexy with hip hugging clothes and revealing blouses. I have shoulder length straight brown hair with brown eyes and very animated eyebrows when I talk, so I'm told. I often wear my hair pulled back in a ponytail or occasionally a one length wavy bob for when I have to speak during our programs.
Having started college when I did my relationships in life were limited. I never really dated in High School being the nerdy type. I guess I considered myself a bicuroius quiet nerd. Knowing I didn't really have a shot with the hot guys in school I started noticing the girls, but noticing is as far as it went. Finding masturbation and using my imagination created a tolerable relief to any sexual tension, hell it still does. I had a few friends but I kept any sexual thoughts strictly locked in my mind. After graduating high school I started a job at a riding stable. I had put college on hold to make some money and figure out what I wanted to do. While at the stables I ended up dating a guy who was my first real experience. After two years we went our separate ways when he left for college but I came out much wiser to life and of course was no longer a virgin and had a strong athletic build thanks to the work. Shortly after our break up I met the man who would be my husband at the wedding of a friend. I was 21 and he was almost 30. After about a year of dating we married and were financially sound enough to quit my job and move a few hours away closer to Nashville to facilitate his new job. He was required to do a lot of traveling but we managed over the next 3 years to add 2 kiddos to our beautiful suburban home south of Nashville. After our second, I was almost 25 and decided to pursue college again. I settled on a business degree and thru an online program I graduated with honors at 30 years old and was hired at the park just a few minutes drive from the house. I quickly advanced into the director position within a few years and here I remain. I enjoy the leadership and executive decisions trusted to me. I oversee several employees and I like the way they treat me, it makes me feel important, and well...having power in a small scale sort of way. Though I don't make quite as much as my husband, I also feel a sense of power at being independent and successful. I can work my own hours and while putting in full time I can still see the kids off to school and be home before their bus drops them off. Between my job and the kids my free time is next to zero. My social life has meshed into my career and consists of a mixing bag of emails, power lunches and Teams meetings.. My sex life is non-existent. When my husband is home we occasionally have great sex but I often wondered if he was getting it elsewhere. I'd like to think he is faithful, but I do feel like a hypocrite when I touch mystelf late nights thinking of things other than him. With him being gone all the time I guess I don't feel bad reading erotic stories or watching porn. In the past few years its leaned heavily toward lesbian porn due to the fact I don't want an affair with another man, I have too much of a good thing going. Watching all girl porn and bi-curious thoughts seem less guilty to me. To each their own.
I love watching women. Not too obvious, but perhaps lingering my gaze longer than I should when somebody catches my attention. My favorite part of a woman is her butt. Give me a nice round ass packed into tight pants giving my eyes access to roll across the curves, and Im happy. I enjoy the thought of other women looking at me in the same light. Between the porn and the erotic stories I think I've experienced everything in lesbian sex, except the real thing.
I met Stepanie a little over a year ago. As I was unlocking the building door one morning when this cute blonde with a ponytail waving from side to side jogged up to the steps. She excused herself knowing the park was still closed but explained she lived a block away and wondered if she could start using our trails before the park officially opened. I told her we didn't really make an effort to keep people out, the signs and hours were more of a guideline but to be careful when there aren't as many people or staff around. She had smiled broadly and her gaze lingered...it lingered longer than it should have. She had thanked me and even added that I was very pretty in my sundress and hoped to see me around as she jogged away, maybe my stare lingered also. I had a wonderful day that day from a compliment from such a cute girl so much younger than me whether it was genuine or not.
Over the following few months thru the hot summer I noticed Stephanie quite often and we talked when we could. She would do stretches on the picnic tables outside my office window and I would see her in the building browsing the various education rooms and exhibits. She always made a point to wave or approach me to say something and our brief encounters grew into longer and longer conversations. The topics ranged from my career to her college goals to world events. Finding out her age I was quite surprised. I wouldn't say it was a let down but she seemed much older than 23 and the 12 years between us was irrelevant concerning the content in our conversations. She was a very smart young woman with confidence and drive. In her 3rd year of becoming a Veterinarian I figured she would do well in life, a very mature strong minded young woman. As we became more comfortable our questions became more personal. Eventually in a roundabout way she told me she was bisexual and I felt obligated to mention that I was bicurious. Well, I actually had said I WAS bicurious in my college years but never experienced much, then got married. I didn't want to seem like I was opening my door by telling her my current interests. We talked about our lives and families and all sorts of different subjects. We usually talked out on the picnic tables in the shade either before, or more often after, her run. One day she surprised me by asking if it was against work policy to look so damn hot. She laughed at my blushing open mouthed surprised face. This girl knew how to make me feel good, for sure.
Not only did her personality and her confidence make her attractive, her body was definitely eye-catching. She was a few inches taller than me, maybe 5'9" with long tanned legs and a mouth watering ass. She always wore leggings or short sport shorts and very fitting tank tops. Her blonde hair was always pulled back in a ponytail and her big brown eyes were crowned by eyebrows a little darker than her hair. After a run her cheeks were always glowing red and loose strands of hair stuck to her sweaty face, a very sexy sight. Before her runs when I was in my office it was a treat to occasionally catch her doing her stretches. Her perfect butt seemed to inhale her leggings and watching her move and stretch made me feel so naughty for watching. She had said after being considered overweight in high school she worked every day since then to change that. Her efforts had definitely paid off and my favorite part was watching her walk away from me and that full round ass in tight leggings slightly jiggled with each step. If you think I am a pervert, well, tough. I enjoy looking, there is no harm in that right? I'm not some lesbian cougar predator out stalking my prey, she was initiating our conversations and I was just enjoying the view. I was constantly telling myself in my mind '
Yea, maybe you are bing a littel creep and a little selfish to visualize her sexually and picture her as characters when reading those erotic lesbian stories but nobody has to know the dirty thoughts'
But to be fair, even at almost 23 she was still an adult.
From the time she made the comment of me looking hot, perhaps from me playing into it, her inappropriate comments came more often and became much more colorful. My reactions were always shy smiles, blushes or shaking my head followed by me telling her she is just saying that. Inside, I was eating it up. The problem was I just didn't know how to flirt back.
One day after work I was walking to my car and I heard her call my name. "Beth!! Beth..."
I turned to see Stephanie jogging over to me smiling. I quipped "Oh hey you! I saw you stretch before your run but I didn't see you return, I thought you got lost"
"Oh yea? You saw me stretching eh?" She said with her hands on her hips and her head cocked to one side and making me realize my unintentional admission. "Were you staring at my ass you perv?" she giggled.
I about dropped my keys as I stuttered and searched for words. I must have turned fifty shades of red. "Steph...I....what did you say? Listen you can't keep..."
"REEELAAAAAAX Beth, I was only teasing" she interrupted. "Do you not like talking a little naughty now and then, or do you not like me making comments about you?" She said in a softer, more curious tone.
"Steph, Im just, I guess because of our age difference I'm not sure what I should do when you say things like that" I said while opening the car door. "I Love our conversations and you are so funny and your comments make me feel great!" I said in a relaxed tone and feeling back in control. I thought to myself '
holy shit that was scary, just think if she did in fact know you check her ass out whenever you can'
I put my stuff in the car and shut the door to lean against it and establish I was interested in continuing the conversation. "When you compliment me like that it makes me feel wonderful but in context, its from a gorgeous young woman to a wife/mom in her mid 30's so to say the least, its a bit...well..."
"Give me your number" she said matter of factly burning a hole through me with her gaze.
"What? Why?" I said with a puzzled look, feeling weaker when looking into her eyes.
"Because I want to send you nudies" she quipped and giggled. "Noooo, I would like to text you. I like our talks and I think over text you might feel a little at ease about responding more"
"Oh....oh... hmmmm, " I stammered while thinking of a reason NOT to give her my number.
"Oh come on, plus you can text me when the goddam bus loads of screaming brats leave so I can come over to run the trail in peace and not have to ping pong off spastic little shits" She exclaimed.
