Ah Sunday. The day of football and beer and shouting men who fill my living room all day long. Sound exciting? Well maybe for some it would but for me, this meant another day of keeping myself occupied. You see I'm what is called a "football widow". My husband is a football fan and we made an agreement a long time ago that Sundays would be his day with his buddies to drink, eat and have fun.
Usually this isn't a big deal for me as I get together with friends and go out to do our "girl stuff". But today it was raining and miserable outside so I decided to just stay home and do stuff around the house. First thing on my list was laundry. I grabbed my laundry basket and the novel I was currently reading and proceeded to head down to the basement of our condominium to read while my laundry was being done. On laundry day I usually just wore a pair of my hubby's boxers and a tank top and today would be no different. Despite the weather outside, it was warm in the basement.
Walking through the living room, I stopped and gave my husband a kiss and told him where I was heading. I could feel the eyes of every guy in the room staring at my backside as I bent over to whisper in Bob's ear. This was nothing new to me and I was quite used to getting stares wherever I went. You see I'm 5'5", 120 pounds and have fiery red hair that hangs almost to my ass. I have been told that I have a figure that most women would kill for and most men would cry to be able to hold at least once in their lives. Personally I loved being looked at, but I loved my husband and had never even considered another man in the 5 years we'd been married.
Smiling a good-bye at the guys, who were once again glued to the television set, I left the condo and went downstairs.
Thankfully no one was down there so I could have some peace and quiet. Once my clothes were in the washing machine, I went and curled up in one of the chairs that were there. The benefits of living in a "well-to-do" area were that our facilities were top notch and the management provided us with very comfortable furniture to kill time in.
The book I was reading was doing a great job of holding my attention and I was currently at a spot where it was becoming rather erotic and I could feel it beginning to affect me. Checking to make sure no one else had entered the room while I was in my reverie, I slowly slid my fingers into my husband's boxers that I was wearing and could feel that I had become somewhat moist. Continuing to read I began lightly touching myself, gently running my fingers along the outside of my labia and once in a while touching my clit. Before too long I knew that I was going to have to take care of this small "problem" I had started.
Getting up to move the clothes from the washer to the dryer and putting in the second load, I once again checked to make sure no one was around so that I could finish what my book had started. Once the clothes were all in place, I went back to my chair and picked up my book again.
Within moments my hand was once again inside my boxer's and I was feeling my wetness, which had increased. I slowly pressed 2 fingers inside of myself and let out a small gasp of desire. Removing my fingers, I spread my wetness over my clit and began rubbing it, slowly in small circular motions. God this was feeling so good. This was not something new to me so I didn't at all feel uncomfortable playing with myself in a public place. I've done it at work, at movie theatres, and in my car among other places.
Continuing to work my magic on myself, I spread my legs so that one was on the back of the chair I was sitting in and the other was planted firmly on the ground. This exposed my pussy for anyone to see because of how loose the boxers were on my tiny frame. Putting my book down, I threw my head back and continued to play with myself. Oh God this was so good. I was so wet and I knew that my husband would be thrilled to be able to smell me all over his boxers when his company left and that I would get a good fucking tonight. He loved when I came home and shared my stories with him.
So caught up in what I was doing, I didn't hear that someone had come into the laundry room. Suddenly I heard a small cough and a female voice say, "Oh my goodness, I'm sorry." I brought my one leg down from the back of the chair and smiled at the girl who had come in.
"Oh I'm sorry," I said, "I didn't expect anyone to walk in." I grinned sheepishly at her and noticed that her eyes were glued to my very wet pussy that she could apparently still see with the way I was sitting. Now this was proving to be an interesting situation. I really needed to get myself off at this point so I waited to see if she was going to place her clothes in the washing machine and then leave. I picked up my book and began to watch her go about her business. As she turned her back to me, I noticed that she was wearing a pair of very short denim shorts and a clingy t-shirt that showed off a very nicely shaped body. She couldn't have been much younger than my 27 years and she was very beautiful with blonde, spiky hair, green eyes and very long legs.
Suddenly she turned and found me looking at her. "Like what you see?" she asked as I looked down, embarrassed at being caught staring at her. I was not sure how to answer but I managed to talk without showing my embarrassment.
"Actually yes, yes I do. You're a very beautiful young lady." I commented to her with a smile. "I don't think I've seen you around here before."
