Though both of us had been divorced nearly two years now, we seemed to have very different approaches to our life style paths. Megan, having not had children, had been dating regularly since she had, as she put it, found her freedom. I, on the other hand, devoted my time to raising my eighteen year old son Ryan. I suppose my focus on his up bringing was to compensate for his fathers complete absence but it also filled a void in my life that for several years, lacked any sincere company of a man.
Megan and I met during yoga class six or so months back and became good friends. I lived vicariously through her tales of conquest of the twenty something companions to her thirty six year old desires. I was only one year older than she, but since I had a son almost half her age, I never considered the younger men she dated anything other than boys. But since we'd become friends, I found myself looking at younger men differently. I found myself fanaticizing about there young muscular bodies. I even found myself looking a little too closely at my son's friends from his swim team while dropping him off or picking him up from their practices.
Over the past several months, Megan and I would plan on meeting up a few hours after our workout to grab a bite to eat and, if she had a date planned, we would drop by an exclusive local lingerie shop so she could prepare for her evening with a special purchase. It was during one of these afternoons that I had what turned out to be a dramatic sexual awakening.
During lunch, she described in detail her current boy toy and the insatiable sexual attraction they had for each other. She had always talked generally about her dates with these younger men but today was very different.
As we sat in our booth, she described how they touched and tasted each other. As she went on about their exploits, she became more descriptive and I became more excited. I could see her face flush with color. At one point, in a hushed tone, she created for me an image of his cock, its length, its hardness and especially its girth. She talked about how it always felt like it would tear her open no matter how wet she was when he first entered her. Her voice sounded raspy as she talked of how he would begin with meticulous slow thrusts causing her to cum then double the pace before her orgasm had subsided and she would come again almost immediately but with much more intensity. She seemed beside herself talking about his cock and how she craved it constantly. And tonight, despite her trepidation due to his size, she was going to surprise him by letting him fuck her in the ass.
I was mesmerized by our conversation. I listened intently, my body involuntarily reacting to the visual of him slowly penetrating Megan's perfect ass. I could feel the heat and moisture between my legs. It had been so long since I had had a man inside me and I had never experienced anal sex. This picture she had painted made me dizzy with desire. "Ashley, are you still with me?" Megan's question snapped me out my trance. "Come on silly, we've got some shopping to do!"
We spent the next hour at the lingerie shop browsing the racks and shelves. Megan picked out three stunningly sexy bra and panty sets but couldn't decide on which one would just right for tonight. At her encouragement, I picked out three for myself. "Look Ashley, I know you say you don't have time for men in your life what with trying to get Ryan off to college next year, but, you should always be prepared."
With that, we retired to the changing rooms to try to decide on our final purchases. Each in our own small booth, we stripped out of our clothes, bras and panties. I slipped into a pale blue bra that was a combination of sheer and lace. I put on the matching panties and turned to the full length mirror. Having had only one child when I was twenty and hundreds of hours in the gym since had proven to be successful. I tried to assess my body objectively as I glanced over its full length. My C cup breasts still turned slightly upward accentuated by my light brown half dollar sized full nipples that could clearly be seen through the sexy fabric of the bra. My defined stomach was flat over the low waist band above the tiny triangle of the panties that barely concealed my manicured pussy hair. I paused for a moment, looking at the contour of my lips under the fabric, sheer and framed by delicate lace. I wondered why, after not being seen naked by a man for years, I still took the time to prepare for sex I was not having. The thought occurred to me, Megan is right, 'you should always be prepared.'
I tried on the other two bras and panties and they were all equally sexy. Between each change, I couldn't help myself. With each new outfit, I had reached between my thighs and lightly touched myself, sending shivers through my body. Still wet from our lunch conversation, I dared for a brief moment to slide a finger into my pussy. I nearly toppled as, for a moment, I completely lost my breath.
I hurriedly dressed and came out of the booth to find that Megan was still in her booth and undecided. I managed to generate a somewhat normal tone of voice and asked through the door, "How's it going in there?" The door opened a crack and Megan peeked out and said, "I can't seem to make a decision. I'm stuck on a couple. Maybe you can help me decide." With that, she opened the door a little wider, stuck her head out a bit, looked around the store and then said, "Quick, come inside with me."
I stepped into the now cramped changing booth, and she reached around me and shut and latched the door. She stepped back as far as she could to show me the black and burgundy floral bra and boy pants set she had on. Like the choices I had made, the sheer fabric left just enough to the imagination. Her nipples, just smaller and a little darker than mine, pushed outward seductively. The see through boy pant style panties looked as if they had been air brushed to her skin using semi transparent paint.
I had seen Megan a hundred times in tight workout clothes but never in something that was designed purely for seduction. I'm not sure if it was my own brief caresses in the other booth or the lunch time conversation, but again I became both mesmerized and dizzy all at once. I managed a hushed and husky, "it's, beautiful..."
"Before you form an opinion, let me show you the other." She quickly unclasped the bra and let it drop gracefully into her hands. Without the experience of child birth, Megan's breasts seemed to defy gravity. Her full B size cup tits pointed up and out slightly and were enhanced by a faint tan line. I felt another rush between my legs and felt an equal rush of embarrassment. She seemed not to notice as she slid the next bra option, a beautiful black and turquoise selection, over her shoulders and reached behind to clasp it. The bra did nothing more than cup the under side of her tits and her nipples which now seemed to be full engorged and taunting. As she completed the task, she caught my eyes. For just a moment, I thought I saw a touch of flirtation and I looked away.
She turned away from me in our tight quarters, then again gracefully, slid down the black and burgundy panties and stepped out of them. She stood upright and though she had her back to me, I could see her full length in the wall mounted mirror in front of her. I was so taken up in the circumstances of the moment, I quietly blurted out, "oh my god, you're totally shaved!"
She looked at me in the mirrors reflection, and smiled almost wickedly. "It's what the young guys like." She said, as I detected the same husky tone in her voice that had just encompassed my previous words. She slowly turned to face me again, her body essentially naked except of the bra that continued to push her nipples at me provocatively. "The first time I did it, I thought, this is too weird. But I realized, it feels wonderfully soft and, well very, very sexy." She paused for just second as I glanced down again at her fully exposed pussy. She was right, it was the sexiest thing I had ever seen on a women. I caught myself staring as her stomach, hips and beautiful pussy. It was so clean, so smooth and...so exposed!
I was then stunned when she spoke again, "do you want to feel?" At first I thought I hadn't heard right. I looked back up and our eyes locked. We were standing no more than a foot apart. She repeated herself, "would you like to feel it?"
With that, she softly but firmly took my wrist and pulled my hand between her legs. The palm of my hand rested on her hot, smooth, hairless mound. I was totally speechless. As soon as my hand cupped her pussy, her eyes fluttered momentarily and she uttered an almost inaudible and breathy "ohhh." I was frozen like a mannequin. My heart was racing and I was uncontrollably excited. I was surprised that I did not pull my hand back but rather stood amazed at her heat in the palm of my hand. I had never even thought about touching a woman before today and yet, here I was, with my hand over the pussy of one of the most beautiful women I've ever known and completely flushed with desire.
Megan must have sensed this or was perhaps experiencing the same overwhelming sensations because I was astonished by what happened next. She released my wrist and cupped her hand over mine. Again an "ohhh" escaped her, riding lightly on her breath. She pulled my hand tighter to her. To my shock, my middle finger, covered by hers, slipped effortlessly between her lips as they began to part. There for a moment my finger tip touched lightly on the wet opening between her beautifully shaven lips. Suddenly, without warning, she used her own finger to plunge both deep inside her cunt.
