Hello and welcome to my readers. My sincere thanks for your votes, PM's and e-mails on my previous submissions. This is an entry in the Literotica 2007 Holiday Contest, so once again your votes and comments are most appreciated.
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"Good morning miss. May I speak with your mother please?"
Shelly grinned at the salutation. She was forty years old, but her voice on the phone was of a woman much younger. At first, it irritated her, but as the years passed, it became amusing, then somewhat sexy to be mistaken for a woman half her age. More than once, she had played along with callers, making provocative statements and engaging in risqué banter with them. When she hung up her panties were wet and her nipples stiff. She would go to wherever she could find privacy, pull off her panties and bra, tug her nipples, and finger fuck herself into a shuddering orgasm.
After nine years of marriage, her sex life had become non-existent. Her husband Eric, a software engineer, spent long hours at his fledgling computer games company designing new diversions for the youth of America. Their lovemaking had become increasingly infrequent, and when they were in bed he seemed distracted, even during the act itself. Soon she stopped approaching him, achieving satisfaction with her collection of toys and watching porn videos.
Still, she longed for a touch, a caress, a warm body to hold, someone to love her. Silicone and plastic were no substitute for a real cock pounding in her pussy making her cum and cum.
"Hello," the voice said again. "Can your mother come to the phone? Hello."
Shelly snapped out of her daydreaming. She felt sexy and wicked. The voice sounded like a young man, probably in his early twenties, strong and virile, able to make love for hours…
"My mom's not here right now," she replied. "Can I give her a message?"
"This is Randy from Uncle Bud's Florist. We have a Christmas bouquet for a Mr. and Mrs. Eric Barnes. It's quite large and the flowers are delicate. We wanted to set a time for delivery when someone would be home."
"Mom and Dad are gone but I'll be home all afternoon. Why don't you bring it over now?" Shelly hesitated,
This is crazy. But what the hell, anything to liven up a dull afternoon.
"If I don't answer the door, I'll be in the pool in back. Come around the house through the gate. I just bought a French bikini and I can't wait to see how it fits."
"Oh…um…yeah…okay," a flustered Randy replied. "Uhh…I can be there in about an hour."
"I'll be waiting," Shelly said sexily. "Maybe you can stay and have a soda with me."
"Ohhh…okay…uh…see you later," he stammered and hung up.
Shelly laughed until her eyes watered.
That was so mean to do that to the poor guy. He could hardly think straight. He's probably jacking off in the bathroom right now. Hmmmm…I do have that bikini I bought last year when Eric took me to that conference in Lyon. I wonder…
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Shelly looked at herself appraisingly in the full-length mirror.
Not bad for a forty year old stay at home wife.
Hours at the gym and healthy eating had enabled her to retain the same shape that she had at eighteen. Firm breasts, flat tummy, slim waist, flared hips, round ass and long shapely legs. The miniscule bathing suit left nothing to the imagination. She was practically naked! Thank goodness, she'd had a bikini wax this week, the suit bottom barely covered her pussy. Brushing her auburn shoulder length hair, she slid her feet into Croc's, took a towel from the closet and headed for the pool.
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The sun felt good as she lay on a lounger drying off. It was unusually warm for mid-December and she enjoyed swimming in the heated pool. Sunbathing always made her horny; hell, most everything made her horny. On Tuesday, she couldn't wait for Eric to finish his breakfast and leave so she could fuck herself with one of the green bananas in a bowl on the table. She leaned against the countertop, lifted her nightgown and shoved the fruit deep in her pussy, fucking herself until she had two spine-twisting orgasms and slid to the floor in exhausted bliss.
"Hello. Is anyone here? I rang the doorbell but no one answered. The gate seems to be locked."
Shelly put a towel over her shoulders and sauntered to the purposely-locked gate. "Just a minute. I can't seem to get it open. I bet those flowers are heavy." She fumbled with the latch for another minute to build the anticipation and then opened the gate.
A man stood there almost hidden by an enormous vase of flowers. "Thanks for opening the gate. This vase is heavy. Where can I put it?"
Where can you put it? I know just the place…
"Please come in, you can set it on this table, let me guide you."
Taking his arm, she steered him towards a table on the covered porch. He set the vase down and turned to face her. His eyes widened and he swallowed hard at the sight before him. Shelly smiled seductively as he looked at her breasts, her stomach, her pussy and her legs.
He appeared to be in his early twenties, sandy hair, brown eyes, boyish face, tall and muscular. She could see his erection tenting in his khaki pants. She decided to tease him some more.
"It was so good of you to deliver this personally Randy. My daughter is visiting our neighbors. What a handsome young man you are. I bet you have many girlfriends. Would you like some lemonade?"
She dropped the card from the bouquet and bent over, giving him a better view of her breasts. He gasped when she straightened up and one popped free of it's skimpy covering. She giggled and tucked it back in, noticing he was beginning to sweat.