I was on tiptoes and reaching to put away the last of the glasses from the dishwasher when I felt my husband's arm reach around my waist from behind. The clanging of plates must have prevented me from hearing him descending the stairs. He placed three slow and soft kisses on either side of my neck before spinning me around, firmly grabbing my ass, and languishing a few soft kisses on my lips. He knows exactly how to make me melt into his arms.
"I love you," he whispered as our lips parted.
"I love you, too," I replied.
He stepped back and scanned me from head to toe. "That's and interesting outfit," he said with a fair bit of snark. My make-up was done and I was wearing a tight fitting sweater. The outfit was tied together with my oldest pair of pajama pants and a dirty pair of slippers.
"Just a zoom meeting this morning, then I'm off the rest of the day," I said. "Gotta love those zoom meetings. No need to be fully dressed."
"The cashmere body suit I bought for you would be perfect. Business up top and nearly naked on the bottom," he quipped with a shit-eating grin.
"Right, just what I want. To be nearly naked on a zoom meeting with my co-workers," I huffed, feigning complete contempt.
"True," he laughed. "Probably not the best idea." After a slight pause he said, "Anyway, the siding crew is scheduled be here in about 1/2 an hour."
"Oh, right. I had completely forgotten about that." That was a lie. I felt guilty as hell. I was sure he could see right through me and tell that I was lying. In reality, I had this date circled on the calendar and had been planning since the appointment was scheduled two weeks ago.
My husband pulled me in for a final peck on the forehead and said, "Love you, doll. Have a great day."
"Love you too," I replied. I put my hands on either side of his face and pulled him in for one last wet kiss.
"Can you tell the sider to knock on the front door when he gets here? I don't want to be startled by them just appearing in the back yard."
"Sure," he said while pulling out his phone. "I'll send him a text right now."
"Bye, my love," I said blowing him a kiss. "Have a great day." He turned and walked out through the garage. I listened for the garage door to close and looked out the window to watch him drive away. As soon as the car was out of sight, I was straight upstairs and back into the bathroom. I removed my sweater and pajama bottoms and kicked off my slippers. I stood naked in front of the mirror admiring my body. I gave my nipples a pinch and ran my hands down to my hips. I slowly slid my hands across my pelvis enjoying the smooth skin around my fresh Brazilian wax. I really did like the way this made my pussy look. The clean look of the manicured area was so much better that the jungle that was there 2 days ago. I grabbed my pink silk robe and put it on. It was long sleeved, but short bottomed and barley covered my ass. I watched myself in the mirror while I turned, stood on tiptoes, and bent over to see how much movement would be required to expose my ass. I wasn't much at all.
I used a tissue to remove the subdued lipstick I had on. I opened my make-up drawer and pulled out the brightest red lipstick I owned, black mascara, and black eyeliner. I reached into the back of the drawer and fished out a pair of latex panties I had hidden a few days earlier and put them in the front pocket of my robe. Then, I got to work. Heavy on the eyeliner and loaded up the mascara to get my eye lashes as far up as they could go. Two coats lipstick had my lips glistening. I was in the middle of testing out different iterations of "Fuck me eyes" when the doorbell rang.
Holy shit! I was trembling with nervous energy. I quickly wrapped a towel around my head and tightened my robe as much as possible. I gave nipples and long pinch and squeeze. The silk between my nipples and fingers was just enough to trick my brain into registering I was touching myself. My knees weakened and a little gush shot out from between my legs. My nipples were clearly pointed and were not at all obscured by the robe. I blew myself a kiss and headed downstairs to the front door.
Opening the door, I was greeted by a good-looking man, mid 30's, with an athletic build as well as a stiff icy cold October wind. The wetness between my legs chilled instantly and my nipples sharpened. For all I knew, they very well might have ripped right through the robe. We only made eye contact for a brief instant until his gaze was fixated on my tits.
"Whoa, that's cold!" I exclaimed. "Please, step inside." As he walked past, I noticed the two other men in his crew unloading his truck in the driveway. I shut the door and turned to face him. He was still gawking at my nipples and clearly flustered.
"Uuuhhh.....Uuhhh...ummm....Mrs.," he stammered.
"Bengston," I answered. "Mrs. Bengston."
"Of course....Mrs. Bengston. Your husband texted me and wanted to be sure I let you know when we arrived."
"Yes, thank you," I said. "Please follow me." I walked through the entryway and into the kitchen. I was sure to exaggerate my hip sway, hoping my robe would pop up just enough to give him a peek of the bottom of my ass. I stopped and pointed across the living room. "My office is through that door on the left," I told him. "I will be working from home today. I have a pot of coffee already brewed. It's cold out. If you need some coffee, just come inside. This back door is unlocked." I said and paused just a second before raising my hand and pointing at the sliding glass door that led to the deck. He did a double take and obviously caught the inuendo.
"That's very generous," he said while finally making eye contact. "Thank you, Mrs. Bengston." I lead him through the back door. His crew was rounding the corner into the backyard, hands full with supplies. I was dying to see how he would approach his work crew, but instead I shut the door and quickly headed into my office.
The office is a bit small, which is nice since a space heater can easily keep it cozy. I entered and left the pocket door slightly opened so that I could hear anyone coming in through the back door. My desk is a glass topped L-shape with the top of the L aimed right into the doorway. One step forward and two shuffles left is all that is needed to access my chair. I sat down, powered up my laptop, and giggled as I thought, "This will be the first zoom meeting I've ever enjoyed."
I took the external camera off of the lid of the laptop and secured to the edge of the glass top directly in front of me. I slid the laptop to the left so that the camera would not obscure any of the screen. I aimed the camera down and waited for the laptop to finish the login process. Once complete, I clicked on the zoom icon and started a test call. I opened my robe, leaned back, and placed both of my feet on the desk, spread wide on either side of the camera. With a few adjustments for angle and focus, I was now gazing at my trim little pussy in 4K on a 17" laptop screen. I felt a gush and reached down with two fingers to collect it. I was already plenty wet. I dipped my fingers in and spread my lips for the camera as I dragged my wetness up to my clit. On first contact, a charge and tingle rippled through my entire body. I spread my lips wide again and admired my inner folds. I had never seen my pussy in this much detail before. Well, not sitting this comfortably anyway. There is only so much you can examine while being curled up in a ball or with a handheld mirror between your legs. Luckily, I'd been planning this moment for long enough that I was turned on and able to avoid over scrutinizing every inch of my pussy. To be sure, I briefly closed my eyes and tilted my head back while I began circling my clit. Oh, wow! This was going to be quick.
There are 3 strangers outside and I am only obscured by two unlocked doors. I imagined one of them coming in and catching me. What would I do? I first imagined myself covering up, modestly, and pretending to be embarrassed. That wasn't doing it for me though. I let my mind drift to a dirtier option. I wouldn't stop if they walked in. I would just rub faster and press harder while making eye contact and exploding. They would see that I was recording myself masturbating. What a dirty slut they would think I am. I just kept thinking of being caught. I was furiously rubbing my clit. If I wasn't so wet, I might have ripped it right off. I opened my eyes and looked back into my pussy on the screen. I parted my lips with my left hand and continued rubbing with my right. I'm going to get caught, I'm going to get caught. Oh my god, someone is going to walk in right when I'm coming. My breath was tightening up. My whole body was tingling, and sparks were firing all over. This is it.....I'm......coming!!!!
I normally close my eyes and ride out the wave, but I forced myself to continue staring deeply into my folds. I spread my lips as wide as possible and pressed my fingers into my clit. I watched my hole squeeze tight and force out a trickle of juice that slowly made its way into my ass crack. My inner folds flexed a few more times, but none produced as much juice as the first powerful clench. I relaxed, completely content, and continued to lazily play with my pussy as I stared at it on screen.
With a deep exhale, I sat myself up and tidied up my desk. I reached into the pocket of my robe and found my latex panties. I slid my robe completely off and laid it over the back of my chair. I was just stepping into the panties when I heard the sliding glass door open.
"Mrs. Bengston?" a voice called.
"Yes," I called back.
"You offered us coffee earlier. Is it okay to get some?" he asked.
"Yes, of course," I replied. "Just come into my office"
I pulled the panties about halfway up my thighs, scooted around to the top end of the desk. I leaned forward and laid my upper half onto the desktop. Damn, that's cold. I recoiled as glass top felt like ice on my still sensitive nipples. I stopped myself from jumping completely off the surface and decided to hold on tight and suck it up. My body heat would warm it up eventually. I had to strain to hear the approaching footsteps over the deafening pounding of my heart. When he slides the door open, the first thing he is going to see is my bright, white ass looking right back at him. What is he going to think? Is he going to run away? Is he going to fuck me? Oh my god, I am such a slut! I gushed again and could feel the wetness running down my thigh.
"Ms. Beng...," he froze.
"Just like I said. If you want some coffee, all you have to do is come inside," I teased while wiggling my ass.
