This happened more than 20 years ago.
It was only 1 o'clock and already it was turning out to be a good day. First; I was off work for the day, and second, on the seat beside me was a small paper bag with a pair of light blue thigh highs for my wife in it. I knew that when she got home tonight she would try them on with one of her mini skirts and some high heels. Then, she'd put one foot up on the couch beside me and I'd run my hand up her leg all the way to her... I jerked the wheel and brought my mind back to the present, which involved driving down a busy four-lane road. If I wasn't careful I wouldn't even make it home.
My wife, Laurie, and I were young, poor, and ambitious. She was a DJ on an FM station and I was the assistant manager of a shoe store in the local shopping mall. When the manager offered me the job of assistant manager I thought it was a big promotion, but the pay was only slightly better and it also meant that I had to open up every morning at 10 and close up every night at 9, plus do the weekly books. However, on the plus side, I was often left to run the store by myself and some days I could go home early, like today. Plus, I got a 50% discount on everything in the store, so my wife had plenty of pantyhose, stockings, and sexy shoes.
God, it was hot. 101 degrees and there was no air-conditioning in the house where we lived with my widowed mother-in-law. The house was comfortable enough and Mickey was nice enough and didn't really bother us, but still we wanted our own place. At least the interior of the house was dark and cool and I could see the window fans turning as I walked up the sidewalk to the front door.
"Hey!" I called out as I came in. I didn't get any response. Mickey's car was in the drive, so I assumed she was visiting the neighbors or maybe in the bathroom at the back of the house. I walked into the den, ready to flop on the couch before getting a cold beer and fixing some lunch, but as I came into the darkened room I stopped.
Mickey was there. She was sleeping on the sofa. And, she wasn't wearing anything except her panties and her bra. She had taken her arms out of the straps and it was simply laying on top of her rather substantial boobs, gently rising and falling as she breathed.
I should have backed out then, banged the front door, made a lot of noise and given her a chance to sit up and get decent. Or, I could have gone straight into the kitchen and started fixing my sandwich. I didn't. I quietly walked over next to where she was lying and I stared at her. They say that you can never hate someone whom you have seen sleeping. That may be true, because although I didn't dislike Mickey at all, as I gazed at her asleep I felt some very powerful emotions-one of which was lust. I let my eyes wander over her from head to foot. She had shoulder length brown hair with some gray starting to appear in it. Her face looked its age-about 48. Her body was middle-aged too-not flabby, but soft and gathering a little weight around the waist, and on her upper arms and inner thighs. Her legs were dancer's legs-she had been a dance contest winner in the late 50's when she was a teenager. Her boobs were big-I don't know sizes, but they were about the size of small cantaloupes and I was sure that they would taste just as sweet. But it was her underwear - and what it covered that I was looking at. Her panties weren't sexy in the normal sense. They were just white nylon briefs, not bikini cut or anything like that, but I was fascinated by the dark brown curls of hair that escaped from the tight crotch where I could see a fait outline of her pussy lips. I stood silently, fantasizing.
"Hi," she said.
I swear I jumped a foot off the ground, turning red before I even came back down. It's bad enough to be that surprised by someone, but when that someone is your mother-in-law and you're staring at her nearly naked body-well, you can imagine how I stuttered as I tried to make an excuse.
"How long have you been standing there?" she asked.
"Just a minute. I came in and I didn't see you and..."
She looked me straight in the eye and she said, "Do you like what you see?"
I had a couple of thoughts as I tried to figure out how to answer her. If I said "yes" she might think I was some kind of pervert. If I said "no," she might think I was some other kind of pervert. My parents had trained me to believe that honesty is the best policy which turned out not always to be true, but I decided that in this case it was the only policy. Besides, what woman in the world wouldn't like to be complimented on her body? So I said," I think you're gorgeous."
While still looking me in the eye, she smiled a slow smile and slowly pushed her bra down with her fingers just to the point where I could see the top of her pink aureoles. My eyes got big and my imagination broke into a gallop. I didn't know where to look-I wanted to gaze at her partially exposed tits, but at that moment, the sexiest thing about her was her eyes. I ended up flicking my eyes back and forth between her breasts and her face. She put her tongue out and slowly licked her lips.
By now, my jeans were becoming uncomfortably tight, and I dropped the bag with the thigh highs in them on the floor and adjusted the hang of my cock-a move not unnoticed by Mickey.
Then she raised my arousal to a level I didn't even know existed. She pushed the bra off onto the floor, cupped one massive tit in her hand, and pushed it up to her mouth. Never taking her eyes off me, she leaned her head forward and licked her own nipple. I thought I was going to explode in my shorts. She licked it slowly and I watched it get big and hard and red. God, I wanted to help her lick her nipples while coming all over her. What this woman didn't know about arousing a man you could write on a postage stamp with a crayon.
She licked her nipple a second time like an ice cream cone, and then she said, "What are you waiting for?"
