Authors note: One of the comments I received on my first story suggested some changes. Here they are. What do you think?
It was mid summer, the air conditioning was at its usual inadequate temperature setting and her new boss was a real SOB. He was the type of person who, if he was drowning in a swimming pool, people would toss him an anchor.
Valerie was standing in the middle of the living room. She was 37 years old, 5' 6" tall, 125 lbs and 34D-28-36. She was wearing a stunning new outfit: a retro fashion white halter top dress, white hosiery and white 3 inch high heels. She had foot surgery just three months before and she had not expected to be able to wear high heels again. Her make up was very nice. Her eye shadow emphasized her brilliant blue eyes and her lips were very red. The dress itself had a circle skirt and was knee length. Under it was a rather stiff and quite rustling white 60 yard petticoat. Valerie looked like an 18 year old virgin bride. She was wearing Chanel no. 5 perfume, her favorite. She was not wearing a bra. Being a 34D, she really did need to wear one, but it would not fit under the dress. It didn't matter; no one else was here. She pushed against her left breast with her right hand.. She kissed the air and moaned, "Oh, how much I want a cock," as her left hand rubbed against her pussy, reaching under her dress.
Her perfume was intoxicating. She was wearing a pair of stockings with a garter belt and no panties! She was feeling so beautiful and sexy this way, since she had always worn pantyhose whenever she wore a dress. She had never gone without panties even in private except when she was bathing. She was feeling very naughty.
She was dressed this way because she was lonely. All the men in her life thought that she was attached and so did not approach her. She was a beautiful sexy lonely woman without a lover. So she found the sexiest, most feminine outfit she could. She felt very pretty and sexy.
She picked up a camera. "Take my picture," she said to no one in particular. She never wanted her picture to be taken when she dressed up like this. She wanted to show another side today. She walked to the center of the room and sat down. First she laid back on the carpet, then she spread her legs pulling her dress up to her waist. She was quite exposed. She then moved her right hand over to her vagina and inserted her middle finger into her pussy. "I want to fuck you," she said to herself. She pulled her finger out of her pussy and brought it up to her mouth. She began to suck on her finger, moaning, "Fuck me, now, here on the floor." She had never liked me to use the f-word and always resisted fucking herself anywhere but on the bed. "Fuck me! Now!" She was almost shouting but in the hungry sexual way of a woman overheated by sexual lust. She was then lying on the floor on her back with her dress pushed up above her waist and her legs spread open. She was able to open her pussy almost 2 inches that way. She also began to caress her breasts through the fabric of her dress. She was begging to be ravished!
"OK, sis. I'll do that," came a voice. It was Valerie's much younger brother, Karl!
