The gentle, steady rhythm of her breathing soothed Lynn. Even after a full night's sleep, she was exhausted. But the quiet of her bedroom reassured, even cheered, her in her fatigue.
Silence. Calm. Solitude. Too, bad, she thought, clasping her hands behind her head as she stretched her curvy, yet athletic, forty-eight -year-old panty and bra clad form on her bed, that in order to have her cherished calm and silence, her oasis of tranquility in the midst of her busy and stressful life, she required solitude.
Too bad. To have a man in her life meant endless chatter about sports. About careers. About money and bills and things to buy and fix.
A man meant competition and rivalry to her. Yet, she liked competition didn't she? What about the almost erotic swelling of pride she had felt when she had been promoted to manager of her bank branch? She had won the promotion ahead of Ross, the loudmouth loan manager and Debbie, the head teller who was known to be blowing off the regional manager.
Yes, she enjoyed competition and she savored winning and she had to admit that having the ultimate power to hire and fire and make many crucial decisions at her branch had an aphrodisiac effect on her. She'd been feeling aroused ever since she had been promoted. Her nipples were often taut and were visible even through her bra and blouse. She'd taken to wearing buttoned-up jackets to conceal this.
But what use was this extra power, this boost to her sexual pride, when it simply isolated her from everyone else at the branch? Her additional responsibilities took up much of her time and drained her of the energy and inclination for socializing at work or after.
So, here she was, forty-eight, successful, living in a paid-for house, but alone, and divorced.
Yawning, she rose from her bed and walked across the room to the full length mirror by her dresser. She stood before it and took stock of herself.
Her long black hair hung about her well-defined shoulders. Even without brushing, her hair was lustrous and had a wild beauty to it. Regular workouts had kept her abdomen firm, her legs, thighs and arms well-toned and finely proportioned.
But Lynn's greatest source of pride were her breasts. At size 38D they handsomely filled out any blouse, t-shirt or jacket. She cupped them in her hands, admiring their heft.
She reached behind her and unhooked her bra and let it slip to the floor. She admired her large nipples with their deep pink areolas. She teased her fingertips over them, smiling as they hardened under her practiced touch.
Further down her abdomen was the next point of interest: her navel and the discrete piercing that decorated it. Pete, her ex, had loathed that piercing and she treasured the memory of the argument she'd had with him after she'd gotten it. Lynn saw that as the beginning of the end of her stifling relationship with a man she had married far too young - just after a year in college. She was glad to have that bitter experience behind her and was grateful that she had caught Pete in an isolated corner at his office Christmas party getting a blowjob from that awful blonde slut who was supposedly his assistant. At least that gave her a reason to leave him at long last.
It had been three years since she had left him and there had been no men since. Not even one night stands. For a long time she didn't care, but now something was stirring within her. She wanted, needed a man, but at the same time, she didn't want all the fuss, all the noise, all the complications. And there was a growing awareness, too, that maybe she had maybe done some things to alienate Pete. Like all the times she had put him off when he had wanted to make love to her, her reluctance in the first year of the marriage to go even down on him. It was time to set things straight. Time to meet a new man who would satisfy her, and whom she could really enjoy satisfying.
She looked in the mirror at the clock radio by her bed. Ten past six. She'd have to dress for work soon, but she still had some time left for herself.
She walked over to the clock radio, switched it on and returned to the mirror. While a husky-voiced diva whispered a sultry ballad, Lynn stood before the mirror, striking poses. She faced the mirror, clasped her arms behind her head and stood with her legs wide apart.
As much as she wanted to be aroused by what she saw, she was still bedeviled by memories of how Pete would lie in bed in the morning, jerking off as he watched her dress and put on make up. She struggled to destroy that memory, replace it with thoughts of another man who would be more entertaining.
What about Chris, the handsome young teller who had started working at the branch a few weeks ago? He would be a massive improvement over Pete; only twenty-two, just out of college, tall with short brown hair, a winning smile, mysterious grey eyes and strong arms and shoulders that fairly burst from the conservative business shirts he always wore. Only problem was, he was married. But she could still dream about him, couldn't she?
He was bright and he had a naïve way about him that charmed Lynn. His laughter was a bit loud and sometimes he spoke a little more candidly than he should in a workplace, but Lynn liked that. It showed he was fresh and new and eager to learn. Maybe she could be his teacher. Maybe she could even give him advice and useful warnings about married life.
But if he was married, Lynn thought, the marriage must be on the brink of cratering, if his behavior were any sign. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She could feel his intense stare burning into her as she walked about the office. She knew for certain that he especially stared when her back was turned.
She knew this because of that incredible moment one lunch hour at the cafeteria next door. She had placed her order and was leaning forward with her palms flat on the counter. She was wearing new shoes that day and her feet ached. To ease the pressure somewhat, she had lifted her right foot so she was standing with her toe down, slightly bending her leg. She happened to glance to her side and there was Chris's face reflected in the front door window! He was staring at her and practically drooling! She saw her own reflection and immediately understood why Chris was aroused and was greatly flattered. She looked so tantalizing standing in that pose; the cut of her powder blue suit jacket beautifully brought out the curves of her tits and her tightly fitting matching powder blue skirt tastefully yet teasingly displayed her shapely legs and ass.
She smiled at Chris's reflection. He blushed and turned away. How beautiful she felt and how protective she felt toward him! He was still shy and modest.
She liked him even more after that.
As she recalled the incident, a familiar moist warmth radiated from her pelvis. She brushed her palm against her panties and found she was getting damp. She ran her middle finger along the crotch of her panties and a fine tingle of electricity shot up her spine, making her shiver with aroused pleasure.
She threw her head back and moaned, her fingers probing deeper, pressing the crotch of her panties deep inside the dripping moistness of her cunt.
She rubbed faster and faster while pleasure washed over her in warm, embracing waves. Her thighs clenched and her inflamed sex radiated sparks of ecstasy through her entire body.
She gasped and shrieked as the longed for explosion of pent up lust blasted inside her and the floodgates burst open, soaking her panties with the sticky, salty leavings of her pleasure.
She raised her fingers to her mouth and licked them dry while her frenzied breathing abated and her sweating body cooled.
The clock on the table said six-thirty.
It was time for her to shower and get ready for work; time to get ready for the day when she would conquer Chris, married or not.
Yes. She would make it happen today, somehow.
*
After showering, she put on the same powder blue suit she had worn when she had caught Chris staring at her at the cafeteria counter. Instead of her usual pantyhose, she slipped on a pair of black silk stockings, and just to be on the safe side to make things easier for both herself and Chris, she had put on a bra that hooked at the front.
Before leaving the house, she checked herself in the bedroom mirror, making sure that the tops of the stockings were just barely visible under the hem of her skirt as she walked. That ought to tease the hell out of Chris, she thought.
The drive to work was slow, but no worse than usual, and soon she was at the branch. Ross nodded politely as she passed his desk. He still smarted from losing the promotion, but he was careful not to show it. She walked toward her office and winced inwardly. Debbie was standing at the door. She caught Lynn's eye and walked toward her. What the hell does she want? Lynn thought as she flashed a warm smile at Debbie.
"Lynn, could I see you in your office, just for a sec? It won't be long." As usual, her voice dripped oily friendliness. Slippery road ahead, Lynn thought as she motioned for Debbie to follow her into the office.
