Sharon's mind had wandered into auto drive and a state of blankness as the warm water and steam surrounded her. It has been a long day, but her current state of mind has forgotten everything. Suddenly she is caught back to reality as the loofa rubbed over her nipple, causing it to harden and send a familiar tingle within her. Looking down, the once soapy loofa had expelled most of it's slickness so she hung it up. The pleasant sensation she felt a short moment ago did not escape her mind however. She grabbed her body wash and squirted a little in her hand. Turning her back to the water, her hand lathered up her breasts. Already hard, her nipples seem to perfectly wedge between her fingers over each passing.
Normally, her showers are quick, but the kids are staying with her parents so she and her husband Tim call have their biweekly night out. Unfortunately, on this particular night, Tim had to work late so the normal night out is canceled. As her lathered up hands cupped her breasts, her body urged her to keep going. Looking down, she admired her boobs. At 45, they had lost some firmness, but as a B cup they don't sag.
Her hands are sliding upwards to her nipples, grazing over her small areolas. Even with the cascading water and white soap suds, the light pinkness of her erect nipples were a visible contract to the pale skin of her breasts and fingers.
Her finger and thumbs circled around her eraser sized nipples before pinching down, slowly pulling away, stretching them longer until the slight slipperiness from the soap freed them from her tight grip. A soft moan escaped as she closed her eyes, instinctively a hand slides down her stomach to her now freshly smooth pussy thanks to her shaving earlier during this shower. Slowly her hand rubs between her thighs, the soapiness washing away more with each passing, while her other hand still caresses her breasts. She feels the wetness growing more within her, even with the warm water, the warmness from her juices can be felt. She parts her lips with her fingers, angles her position in a way that the water runs over her clit and pussy. The sensation it causes feels great but is short lived by her inability to stay still.
She had not planned this, but her instincts take over like a point of no turning back. As she frantically presses into her clit rubbing circles over it, she opens her eyes. A quick debate runs through her mind as she weighs some options. She wonders "should I add more body wash for some lube", "no", she thinks, "I need something to fuck", rubbing her clit will not take care of this itch."Uggh, my dildo?" "maybe the big purple one to stretch me full", "Maybe my vibrator, that finishes me off quick". "Maybe both", This internal debate she is having is killing her instinctive state of ravishment her hand has been happily imposing on her clit." Dammit, I was hoping to get fucked tonight after our normal date, I wish Tim did not have to work."
The frustration of her husband working was made worse from edging herself to a near orgasm before stopping. As she wraps up her shower, she heard a bang within the house. It sounded like the front door, "is Tim home earlier than he thought he would be" she thinks. As the water stops running she listens carefully for more sounds to confirm he is home. Some clicking of pans or dishes "that's him, he must be grabbing some food", maybe this will be good night after all".
Sharon gets out of the shower, grabs a towel and quickly runs to her dresser in adjoining bedroom. "No chances" she thinks as she grabs a pair of black stockings. Tim is a "leg man" whenever she wears stockings, it's a sure fuck. Tiptoeing back to the bathroom still wet, she quietly closed the door. She starts to dry her hair, knowing she has some time before he heads upstairs. When her body dries, she rolls both stockings on each leg. Once the second one is rolled up and situated to her liking, she runs her hands down the sides of her leg to her ankle, admiring the smoothness of the fabric on her freshly shaven legs. As she slides her hands back up her legs, the familiar itch resurfaces. With a leg still propped up on the toilet seat, her hand has easy access between her legs. She dips a finger slightly inside, a bit of relief from the itch, but she can feel the heat and juices build more within. She slides deeper within, her finger reaches the itch as she feels her hand below getting wet. Slowly and reluctantly, she slides her finger out, when the tips slips out she curls her fingers to collect some of her juices and spreads is up to her clit. Again, her primal instinct takes over and she closes her eyes and rubs herself. Almost completely lost, she opens her mouth wide as her breathing intensifies. "Click"
The sound of the bedroom door closing snaps her back to the moment. "Babe, I am back" she hears through the closed door.
"I will be right out" Sharon yells, excitement clearly in her voice. She looks in the mirror, smiles as she admires her own body, turning slightly to view her ass, liking the dark contrast of the stockings against her pale skin in the bright light. "He is definitely fucking me" she thinks, reassuring herself. She grabs a big towel and wraps it over her body. She reaches for the door, turning the knob and slowly opening to reveal her near naked body. "I have a surprise for you" she seductively whispers. Tim staring the whole time the door was opening seated at the corner of the bed.
Sharon leaned against the doorway; she clearly sees Tim's eyes notice her stockings. His eyes eventually, start moving up her body. "Do you like what you see baby?" Sharon whispers. Their eyes lock on each other's. Sharon pushes herself from off the doorway, slowly taking a step forward as her hand pulls the tucked towel out and lets it fall to the floor freely with each slow step she takes.
Tim stands up as she nears him. He gets one more bottom to top glance just before she is close enough to embrace. Sharon throws her arms around his neck and pulls him in for a sensuous kiss. Both of their hands quickly explore each other's bodies. Tim's hands cup her ass and pull her waist tight against his now rock hard cock as it strains off to the side in his dress pants. He lifted one of her stocking clad legs up and she wrapped it around him the best she could as he held it close to his body. Now Tim's other hand reached from behind, stretching as much as it could to touch her warm wet pussy as it grinded into his waist. Sharon wrapped one arm around Tim's neck for balance. Her other hand forcefully wedged itself between their hips and started rubbing his cock over the fabric.
Suddenly Tim broke from their kiss and backed up. His hands rested on her shoulders. Confusion runs over Sharon, but it quilled as Tim smiles saying "I actually have a surprise for you too." He turns to the bed to retrieve something. Sharon sees a quick glimpse of it before he picks it up. Tim turns back to her raising the secret object over her head. Not sure what to do, Sharon remains still The object touches her still damp hair and is pulled down around her head. It's a familiar feeling and then it is pulled over her eyes. Sharon realizes it's the blindfold they got for special occasions. Usually this only happens on the rare occasions like the kids are away for a weekend. Their normal date night is dinner out without the kids and sex after that is not classified as a "quickie". Since Tim was late, there was no time for dinner out, her mind raced with the possibilities to come.
Lost in her thoughts she did not notice Tim sneak away. A quite click of the door opening snapped her senses back and she heard faint footsteps approaching her. "Don't move and don't peak" Tim whispered in her left ear. Then her right hand was gently grabbed, felt stranger than what Tim's hand usually feels like. "Must be my senses are different because the blindfold" she thought to herself. The hand had slowly lead her to something else that rested just under her finger tips. Then her hand was released as it rested on to of briefly before she instinctively wrapped her hand around it. "Familiar feeling" she though, "it's big like my purple dildo. Is Tim going to finally use it on me like we talked about?" They had discussed her fantasy of being DPed and over the course of the last year have been getting more into anal sex with her hopes of fulfilling it, even if it was with her husband and a toy.
"Woah, that just got harder" she thought, her hand exploring more, "this feels so real" blindly tracing her hand toward the base of the shaft. Patting what clearly is a stomach now, "Tim?" she said in a panic.
"Shhhh" she heard him whisper as he caught her hand from removing the blindfold. "I am here, it is ok. I want you to enjoy this surprise. Relax and enjoy yourself" he reassured her, "and no peeking." His voice faded a bit as if he was backing away. Frozen, unsure of what he meant or where this is going she took a deep breath and exhaled. No sooner than she felt relaxed again did she feel her hand be guided back to this long thick cock that was clearly not her husbands. As she instinctively stroked this stranger's shaft, she immediately thought about what a real cock this big would feel like. Her dildo stretches her good, but a real cock is going to feel different, better.