"If you just stand still this would go a lot faster," I snapped in irritation.
"Fine, you try to stand still for this long," came my daughters reply with undisguised sarcasm.
I lifted the folds of material marking the bottom of the dress I was trying to hem on her slender twenty-year-old frame. I had offered to make her an outfit for the upcoming formal at the college where she had just started her junior year to save her and myself some money. I finally got the last pin in just as a knock came at the front door. I stood to get it as my daughter darted down the hallway to change.
I opened the door to find my daughters boyfriend of two years, Ryan, standing on the porch. When he had first appeared in our lives I had been wary of him, he seemed a little rough around the edges, but I soon discovered his sarcastic sense of humor and sometimes sullen silences were just a defense mechanism for a kid who was somewhat insecure in his skin. He smiled when he saw me, and as usual, I found myself staring perhaps a bit longer at him than the moment required. O.K., truth be told I had a little bit of a crush myself on Ryan. He was indeed easy on the eyes. A tall, strapping young man with dark brunette hair and forest green eyes that seemed to dance with mischief. It was apparent that he worked out regularly, he wasn't ripped as they say, but he was very muscular.
"Hey, Elaine, is Kelly here?" he asked.
I let him in stepping back as he lumbered past me. I caught a whiff of a lovely smelling cologne, and it made my head swim momentarily. I felt just a hint of arousal, a tightening in my nipples and a warmth that flushed through me but I quickly dismissed it. I figured it was just my body reminding me that I hadn't been with a man in nearly five years, not since Kelly's father had died unexpectedly from a heart attack.
"She's in the back getting changed. We were working on her dress."
"Oh...yeah...for the dance."
His voice didn't show much enthusiasm.
"I would think you would be more excited about it," I commented.
"Well, I would be but...this is so embarrassing, I don't dance."
I laughed but quickly cut it off when I saw his handsome face fall.
"I tell you what, come by here tomorrow after you get off class and we will see if we can do something about that problem."
"Really? Thanks, that's so kind of you."
That damn smile again, it lit his face like a Fourth of July fireworks show and once again I felt a little thrill of arousal shoot through me.
"Just stop it, Elaine," I told myself, "you're a forty-three-year-old woman, and he is a twenty-one-year-old boy and your daughter's boyfriend to boot!"
The two kids left for the movies shortly after and I decided to take a nice hot bath and watch something on cable.
As the tub filled with water, I removed my blouse and jeans followed in short order by my bra and panties. I stopped momentarily to look in the mirror. I guess I didn't look bad for my age. A tall, slender woman with fair skin and auburn hair stared back at me. I had a few lines in my face but nothing egregious. My dark brown eyes flashed with mirth at the silliness of me checking my look when I hadn't had a date in years. I had a rather long face but with very few blemishes. I was lucky enough that through good genetics I still had a rather youthful appearance. My hair was cut short and flowed around my face with a typical looking nose above a small, pert mouth with reasonably generous pink lips. I was no Dolly Parton up top, unfortunately. My tiny teacup breasts weren't ugly, but they were nothing that would have been referred to as voluptuous with their half-dollar size rosy red aureoles and round dime sized nipples. I still had a flat stomach and dare I say a pretty decent tight ass. It all led down to my slightly thick bush of reddish hair between my legs that concealed a pair of long pink pussy lips.
I slipped into the bath enjoying the hot water covering my naked body. As I lay in the soaking water, my mind drifted back, and for some odd reason, I found myself thinking about Ryan at the door. How handsome he had looked and how nice he smelled. I was floating in a bit of a daze when I felt a soft bolt of pleasure shoot through me. It took me a second to realize that almost subconsciously I had started to touch myself, putting a hand between my legs and gently rubbing at my Venus mound. I felt a little guilty that the source of my arousal was my daughter's boyfriend, but only a little. Before I knew what was fully happening, I had rubbed myself into quite a fervor, and I started to push my hips up making the water splash a bit up against the sides of the tub. In my mind I could picture Ryan taking his shirt off, his muscles rippling as he did it. Then taking me in his arms his breath hot against my neck before his lips found mine in a passionate kiss.
I moaned softly to myself as I started to rub my pussy harder, periodically pushing two fingers inside. God, it had been so long since a man had touched me. The fantasy continued to play out in my head, and I pictured him laying me naked on the floor and moving his body between my legs, sliding his thing inside me.
"Fuck...Yes...Ryan!" I groaned
He was pushing it in me over and over, and I started to meet his thrusts. All at once my pussy spasmed hard against my fingers and I orgasmed lifting part way out of the tub as sharp jolts of pleasure rocketed through me. I pinched one of my nipples hard with my other hand intensifying the effect.
"God, Ryan...I'm cumming baby! AH! Ryannnn!" I cried.
The instant the orgasm released me from its sinister clutches I felt like shit. What the hell was I doing masturbating to thoughts of my daughter's boyfriend? It was just wrong, and I should never let that happen again!
The next day Ryan arrived as instructed. I got a record and put in on the player as I got ready to educate him in the subtler points of formal dance. He was a fast learner, and we moved quickly through the songs.
"I don't know why you're so worried, Ryan, you have natural talent as a dancer."
"That's good to know, and maybe I will make it my second career after writing."
We waltzed across the living room laughing as he made one funny joke after another with the music playing in the background. I was having a wonderful time I had to admit. It made me just a little jealous that my daughter had such a nice young man in her life. The hours passed all too quickly, and I needed to get supper started, but when I suggested we stop Ryan objected.
"What if they play something slow and romantic? I'm not sure what to do if that happens."
