The time had come to celebrate my becoming a half century old and my wife was making plans. What she had in mind she wouldn’t say, only that it would be something I would not likely forget. Wow was she right.
To begin with our lives together had been very good and the sex the best I’d ever had even before we got married. My wife, Helen, was young and pretty then and has changed little after almost thirty years. She had managed to keep her figure even after three children although, much to my delight and pleasure, having kids had allowed her already ample bust to increase. Now in her middle forties they still remained full with only a small amount of sag and that mostly because of size and weight.
After my birthday my Helen told me how she had managed to find that one special gift she had given me. It’s now I’ll tell you the story using her as the teller.
Helen tells all:
I had gone to the mall looking. I already knew what I wanted and only walking around would I be able to find it. Jack’s birthday was coming up and I was determined to give him the one thing he had wanted for so many years yet wouldn’t have done for himself even with my permission. There in front of a shoe store was just what I had in mind.
“Excuse me, Miss,” I mustered up my courage. My greatest fear to this point was rejection of my idea. “Do you have a few minutes?”
The young girl, I guessed her to be about twenty-five, turned and smiled. Just looking at her bright young face and flashing eyes all but confirmed her to me.
“Do I know you, Ma’am?” she asked pleasantly.
“No, but I’m hoping I will very soon and please call me Helen. Ma’am makes me feel old.”
“I’m sorry,” she replied. “I didn’t mean to imply that you were old. Mater of fact you look rather young. What was it you wanted to know?”
“This might seem very forward of me but I couldn’t help but notice your beauty and lovely figure. Oh, please don’t get the wrong idea,” I quickly added seeing her eyebrows lifting. “I’m really not into women, men are my preference. You see my husband turns fifty in a few days and I’m looking for his gift.”
“How nice. Is there something specific you had in mind to give him?”
“Yes, but first I need to ask you some very personal questions. Uh, what size bra do you wear?”
“You’ve got to be kidding. I’ve had lots of men make passes at me but this is the first time I’ve ever been asked that question outside of buying a bra.” She paused for a moment before continuing. “Well, since you asked, my size is a 42D, but as I’m sure you can tell I’m not wearing one right now. I hate the damn things.”
“Yes I had noticed and that’s why I thought to approach you. The rest of your body looks to be just as nice. Now for the reason I’m asking. What I want to give my husband is a young woman for the night.”
“Now I know you’re kidding,” she said wide eyed. “You mean to find some young girl and let him have sex?”
“That’s it in a nut shell. He’s been so very faithful all the years we’ve been married and what he most wants is a young woman.”
“And what, may I ask, will you be doing all this time? Did you have plans on joining him in bed with her?”
“Not at all. True I would be watching but from and chair where Jack, that’s my husband, would have tied me. I know it sounds crazy and maybe it is, but we’ve talked of this many times over the years and I’ve finally decided to give him his most unforgettable birthday.”
“Well I’m probably just as crazy but what you are saying makes sense. My name is Sara and unless your husband is some big fat slob I think you’ve just found his gift. Is there anything more I need to know or you for that matter?”
“I’m delighted to hear you say that Sara. Now there are a few more questions that I can now ask. Tell me, are your nipples sensitive and become erect easily?”
“Maybe it would be better if we moved to a more private place,” Sara said slowly moving down the mall. She stopped at the door of the ladies room, peeked inside and smiled. “It’s empty. Come in and I’ll answer all your questions.”
Once inside the went into the furthest booth. It was for the handicapped and easily large enough for both women. Sara unbuttoned her blouse and pulled the front open. I looked at her naked breasts and marveled at how high the were on her chest as she proudly sucked in air forcing them out further. Her nipples were long and thick and already becoming aroused. Sara licked her fingers and began moving them around each nub making them even more hard.
“Yes, my nipples are extremely sensitive,” she lightly moaned. “I love having them touched and sucked. Mmmmmm, just thinking about is making me hot.”
“I’m sure Jack will love them and he will know just how to treat them. Uh, do you shave yourself?” was my next question.
“See for yourself,” Sara quickly replied lifting her skirt. I was greatly surprised to find she didn’t bother with panties any more than a bra and yes she was almost bald. “I hope you don’t think to badly of me but I hate panties almost as much as I hate bras. Besides, you never know when I might come upon some good looking guy that gets me all hot and bothered. No I’m not some whore or slut looking to get banged at the drop of a hat or a pair of pants, but why not be prepared just in case?”
We both had a very good laugh at her joke. I told her it made a lot sense to me as I continued to look at her large firm breasts and naked sex. To my own surprise I could feel myself become aroused.
“I’m still not into women,” I began hesitantly, “but seeing you like this is getting to me.”
“I’ve never been sexual with a woman either and see no reason to start now, but I know I wouldn’t mind having some relief right now. I really am excited.” With that I watched as Sara slipped one hand between her legs and began rubbing herself while the other hand messaged and worked over her swollen nipples.
I found I couldn’t help myself as my fingers began to unbutton my own blouse. While I was very proud of my breasts I still thought it best to wear a bra as I was this day. The snaps to open it were in the front and almost before I knew it I had the cups to the sides of my breasts. I lifted my skirt and lowered my panties, women my age tend to be more modest in their manner of dress, and took them off stuffing them in my purse. I sat on the toilet set with my skirt bunched up around my waist and my legs spread.
Try and imagine a woman my age completely exposing her body in front of an equally exposed young girl in the stall of a public bathroom. It must sound terrible of me but I found the sexual excitement a tremendous thrill not to mention the rush of being caught.
I saw Sara’s eyes roaming over the exposed parts of my body as I followed her lead and began rubbing my own hairless sex. My other hand reached up and I began to roughly maul my bare breasts while squeezing and more than firmly pinching my now hard nipples. With my eyes half closed I masturbated myself while watching Sara doing the same. I couldn’t believe just how hot and aroused I was becoming as I felt my climax coming close.