**** Sorry it's taken a while - I never seem to have any spare time these days to write stuff.
I hope you enjoy it. Please remember these are just my odd fantasies and aren't meant to be anything more than that. I want an element of realism and plot development and progression from story to story, but really it's just designed to arouse, nothing more.
xx
Pen
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5th December Part III
Hello again diary. I still feel unable to tell anyone about my predicament, and you are my only outlet to describe what's happened over these past few months. Where shall I start...?
OK here we go. I was standing in a changing cubicle in Tescos - trying on a new skirt. I was supposed to be doing the food shop but had been distracted by some sale items and felt compelled to try at least one thing on. As I lowered my jeans and pulled up the black velvety skirt, I admired my curves. Not bad for a 31 year old with 3 kids. I checked myself out some more, turning this way and that in front of the full-length mirror.
Then a mischievous thought crept inside my brain. I unzipped the skirt and let it fall to the ground. I then pulled off my sweater and entangled T-shirt off over my head to leave myself standing in my underwear. Hardly the most alluring of underwear either, a functional white bra and mix matched pink thong. I quickly dispensed with them and dropped both items to the floor in a heap with the rest of my clothes. Now I was totally naked. It was kind of exhilarating for some reason. Why it should be I didn't know. I looked over my shoulder half expecting someone to be there to admonish me... but that was ridiculous. I looked up to see if there were cameras, but that was equally ridiculous. It was just me, my naked self, and I. I did a little dance that jiggled my boobs and watched them intently in the mirror.
I cupped them in my hands and squeezed them. My nipples started to harden as if in anticipation of things to come. I looked at my whole naked body. I had to admit, I did look good. Why couldn't James see that? Since our last episode in the bedroom where I'd straddled him and rode him like a cowgirl, he hadn't shown the slightest bit of interest in me. That had been two, no three weeks ago. I wanted him to take the initiative for once. I kind of hoped that Dan would show up and we could go off and do rude things together again. I found myself fantasizing more and more about Dan lately - truth be told. I grabbed my phone from my bag and took a few selfies of my nude body, ensuring I didn't get my face in the picture. I wanted to send them to Dan, but I didn't have his number, and I couldn't even contemplate sending them to James. He'd probably be horrified. It did make me worry slightly about the movies and photos that I knew Dan already had. What if he showed it to James, or anybody else for that matter. What if he leaked it to the internet? That didn't 'bare' thinking about no pun intended dear diary... I put it from my mind and snaked my hands down over my luscious curves from my boobs down to my hips. My one hand moved as if by itself to my exposed pubic area. I let it linger there and gradually let it slide down through my bush down and down to my pussy lips. Should I? I thought. Before Dan I'd never have considered anything so brazen, even if I was in the cubicle alone, but now the new Penny was feeling down right horny. Horny and ignored. My forefinger rubbed ever so lightly at the extremity of my labia, which I found were ever so slightly moist.
Just then there came a thudding and shouting from the cubicle next to me. There was some swearing and huffing and puffing and a gruff voice called out for a bigger size.
That spoilt the mood dear diary. I quickly redressed and left the store. I didn't get the skirt in the end... or the food.
I had to wait a couple of weeks before I saw Dan again. As usual he arrived as I'd dropped the kids off at school with perfect timing.
"Where are we going today?" I remember asking chirpily.
"I dunno, how about we go for a walk and some lunch."
Not what I had in mind dear diary, not at all what I had in mind, but I was still eager to go out with him. His smile was infectious, and I was soon sporting my own grin as I climbed into the passenger seat.
I realised I was only dressed in my scrubs, some old black leggings and a thick weave jumper and suddenly became self-conscious. "Perhaps I should change first?" I prompted.
"No need Penny, you look as stunning as ever, he flattered. Again, with that lush toothy smile that made me feel giddy like a schoolgirl with a crush.
I sat back and let him chatter away amiably about what he'd been up to. I joined in the conversation but deep down I was secretly hoping for him to touch me as we drove through the town. I wriggled impatiently in my seat and clasped my hands together and pressed them between my thighs. Dan didn't make any move toward me and I wondered if he'd perhaps gone off me. Should I have made more of an effort to dress up? Was I worrying unnecessarily? Why was I worrying anyway? I shouldn't be hoping that he was going to seduce me. I was a married woman with three kids. I desperately didn't want to lose that.
Eventually we arrived at where ever he was taking me. In Liverpool again, which brought back memories of our previous encounter. I didn't mention anything though, and Dan seemed positively aloof. I patiently followed Dan round the shops as he picked out a new pair of trainers, and then he suggested going for a meal.
We found a restaurant, some kind of steakhouse and were guided to a seat by the waitress. She led us down the side of the restaurant to a series of booths. We seated ourselves in one of these, a secluded table with a wooden bench on either side. The restaurant was busy, and we had to wait a while before the waitress came back to take our drinks order.
Dan sat on the opposite side of the table to me but when the drinks arrived, moved to sit next to me so that we could peruse the menu together. Without warning, as I showed him the menu his hand dipped down below the table to my crotch. I gasped out loud at this brazen act of wantonness. I held the big colourful cardboard menu up to shield his lewd actions. He continued to rub his hand up and down over my pubic mound insistently. I felt myself moisten immediately.
"Not here." I groaned, "the waitress will come back any second."
Dan leaned into my neck and kissed my cheek passionately, kissing me more, and more, moving towards my ear where he nibbled on the little bud of the ear lobe, all the time rubbing my pussy. His fingers slid right down my fleshy slit and pushed urgently against the fabric of my leggings and knickers.
"NNNngghh." I whimpered.
Just then the waitress returned.
"Are you ready to order?" she announced cheerily.
I shifted the menu trying to block her field of view. Dan's hand stayed firmly planted in my crotch. The waitress shot me a knowing look. Surely, she knew something had been going on? or was it my imagination? She smiled even more heartily, totally unabashed.
'I'll have the steak, rare, with a side order of onion rings." Dan ordered in a confident manner.
I stuttered. "I...I... I need more time. I think." I tried to smile apologetically.
The waitress flashed me a broad grin, "OK I'll be back in a minute," she replied, and turned on her heel.
Dan resumed the fingering of my pussy through my leggings. I quivered and shuddered as I felt a wave of arousal wash over me, I clutched the menu more tightly in my hand.
"Stop." I whispered breathlessly. You've got to stop. I need to choose my meal..."
Dan ignored me completely and thrust his hand down the front of my leggings into the tight binding of my knickers. Delving deeper and deeper to the entrance of my snatch. His index finger curled and entered the moist opening. I groaned.
I closed my eyes. "Oh fuck, not here, no, please." I whispered.
My eyes sprung open as I perceived a shift in the shadows. The waitress had returned.
"Ready now?" she inquired.
"Erm the chicken please, the southern fried chicken breast." I blurted, just wanting to be rid of her.
"Any sides?"
"How about garlic bread?" Dan asked turned to me. His finger slipped out from my pussy lips and his hand escaped from the confines of my knickers. He took the menu from my hands and passed it to the waitress.
"Yes, uh please." I just managed.
As we waited for our meal, Dan reached back down below the table and stroked my thigh.
"I can't keep my hands off you, Penny. I'd just like to take you, yank down your knickers and bend you over the table and fuck you senseless in front of everyone in this restaurant.
I kissed him tenderly on the cheek, and then the lips.