Hi everyone and thank you for choosing my story. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Remember it is written to arouse and get you horny, I'm not trying to win The Booker prize here. So yeah, enjoy. And let me know what you think in the comments. X Saige.
Olivia stood in her bedroom about to explode with the emotional whirlwind happening inside her. She was more aroused than she had ever been in her 42 years. The week since Olivia had hatched this plan had been long, each exciting day spent waiting for another delivery of her sexy costume and other naughty items, not having the gaul to go to an adult store. The recently retired school teacher and respected member of the community had never even contemplated doing something so daring, so outrageous. Now, as she dressed the anticipation had become almost too much to bear.
Her plump, hairy pussy was so wet she felt slick and loose, her thick labia dangled and got her wet between her thighs. Her creamy white skin was afire and as she hitched up her black stockings and circled her thumbs around the lacy, jewelled tops, her touch all but took her over the edge.
Olivia had always been, to use a cliché 'a blonde bombshell' voluptuous with curves in all the right places and was still in great shape for her years. Of course she had gained the odd wrinkle and line here and there but overall Olivia was happy with how she had aged, her legs were still slender. Sure she had looser, flabbier bits than she'd like and she had become more of a silver, icy blonde to cover the inevitable greying but she still had a body that could turn a head or two.
Her best asset, even back in her college years, had been her E cup breasts still full, firm and pendulous. Her areola were large, dark and pimply and no bra or blouse fabric was a match for her stout, thick nipples when they desired attention. Her tits were the envy of a lot of women, the stuff of fantasy for a lot of men. It thrilled her to know that dads...and some mums too for that matter would sneak a glimpse at 'accidental' button slip giving a view of a warm, enticing cleavage in the middle of a PTA meeting.
Olivia bit at her lip, feeling wicked as she fastened up a black underbust corset, the silky material felt sensual and seductive. Her breast thrust up high, perched proudly almost under her chin as It hugged her tight and stiffening her nipples and dampening her pussy further. Her whole body tingled with super-charged adrenaline surging through her veins. Her pulse was racing and her heart beat so hard making it difficult to breathe.
Her body trembled as she slipped feet into her new sexy black, patent leather 'fuck me' pumps, they had took her breathe away as soon as she laid eyes on them. She had sat slack jawed stroking the four inch red stiletto heel before trying them on, they looked so...imposing and assertive. The moment she slipped her feet into them she felt like a sex goddess.
Finally she fastened the belt securely around her snug waist and secured the straps, the coarse fabric scratched at her sensitive inner thighs as she secured them. Olivia's eyes fluttered and she inhaled sharply through her nostrils, trying desperately to stave off her orgasm as the base of the strap on cock pulled up tight against her naked pussy. The pressure and friction against her already engorged clit was so divine and intense she almost collapsed at the knee.
Olivia twisted her hair up into a loose knot and fastened a red leather choker around her slender neck. She stepped, somewhat cumbersome, closer to the mirror to apply a fresh coat of waxy crimson lipstick to her plump, lustful lips and finally she was ready.
She both loved and cringed at the sight of herself. She wondered if she had the balls to go through with her plan or not, but the longer she admired herself in the mirror the more confident she became. She looked authorative but not too dominant. She felt powerful and so fucking hot and sexy her lust was now insatiable.
Throughout her married years, and certainly over the 6 widowed months she felt she had almost lost her feminine sex appeal, she was in fear of becoming boring and frumpy, a far cry from her slutty, insatiable college years. Olivia had, had a recent revelation...an epiphany, if you will and concluded that the rest of her life is still unwritten. There was life in the old dog yet and admiring herself now...she felt like a new woman, slutty and brazen and ready to fuck.
The mirror's reflection was hard to fathom, she wanted to stay a while longer to idolize and adore herself. Her nipples were as hard as they had ever been. She smoothed her hands over the curve of her synched, taught waist and over her hips. Her calves looked slender and sexy, accentuated by the angle from the four inch heel. Her stockings bit at the soft delicate skin of her creamy thighs, making a sexy little bulge of flesh. In between her trembling thighs hung a thick, black strap-on cock. Olivia swayed her hips and revelled in the thrill of its impact against her thighs. She tickled her painted fingertips down its veiny length then gripped it and stroked its thick shaft with a wicked, depraved grin.
Olivia was so nervous she felt she could vomit. She shook her trembling hands in the air and took some deep breaths. "Come on, you want this, you can do this." Her heart was beating in her throat, she gulped it down along with the remainder of her sauvignon blanc with a smack of her lips. She took one final look at herself in the mirror.
"Ok Olivia. Let's do this!"
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Olivia stood trembling at the entrance to the kitchen, she felt devilishly sinful, naughty and dirty in the cold light of day.
Nerves got the better of her, she was just about to back out and rush upstairs when she heard her best friend's voice. "Ah, finally. What the hell have you been doing, you've been upstairs for ages!" said Trudy.
Fuck, no backing out now! Olivia responded in her head. She took one last deep breath.
"Ok Trudy. We've known each other for a long time now, good friends yeah?" Olivia said, out of sight, in the safety of the hallway.
"Of course. Of course we're good friends? What's up, what's going on? Are you ok Liv?" she replied, sensing the trepidation in her friend's voice. "You've been acting weird all afternoon."
Olivia suddenly heard the legs of Trudy's stool screech on the tile floor.
"No, no. Please Trudy. Stay there. Please just trust me and do as I ask, just for a moment, can you do that?"
"What is going on Liv? You're scaring me!"
"Oh darling, don't be scared. Just sit there, close your eyes. You have to promise to keep them closed until I tell you to open them, ok."
"What?..I'm....
"Oh Trudy please...can you just do it for me...please. Don't make this any harder."
"Make what harder? I don't understand."
"Please Trudy. Just sit, eyes closed and listen."
" Ok ok...Jeez, what the hell."
