Lisa walked into the house. She shouted out for Andy - knowing full well he wouldn't be home. He spent all his time with the new business, telling her it would get better - but it just seemed to get worse.
She'd probably seen him for 2 hours in the last 3 days, there had hardly been any badly contact let alone love making. She had to admit the money from Andy's new venture was great. She had all the clothes she wanted, expensive perfumes and a new sports car. She didn't need to work, in fact Andy didn't want her to but she would go mad at home all day.
At work they joked about her being the best dressed secretary in town. It was true. Today she had worn a Gucci business suit, the short skirt showing her slender legs to perfection. The women managers looked at her green with envy, a body to die for dressed in the latest designer work wear. The men looked at her from a very different perspective - an object of lust, and no doubt a few masturbation fantasies. If only they knew about her lack of sex life. They could never have guessed.
Lisa climbed the stairs to her bedroom. She slipped off the jacket and unbuttoned her blouse. She turned to look at her self in the full length mirror. She slowly drew down the straps her black silk bra, slowly letting her right and then her left breast free from the expensive lingerie. They were pert breasts with no hint of a sag - neither large nor small but perfectly formed with large pink aureole and hard protruding nipples. She gently caressed them with her finger tips. The tingle spreading from their tips right down to deep between her legs.
Hell this was the only satisfaction she got. It had almost become routine now that she masturbated when she came home from work. At the weekends she masturbated sometimes 3 times a day. But it was becoming less and less fulfilling. Today was different however. She had made a decision that this couldn't go on any longer. If Andy didn't want to satisfy her then she would find people who would. She knew she could have any man she wanted at work - it wouldn't be hard. Her friends could supply her with a stream of available men they knew - and there were even a couple of guys in the neighbourhood she'd seen that she could try if needed.
She slipped her skirt down her thighs. Her long legs were clad in black thigh highs - and the tiniest pair of silk panties hid her well trimmed pussy from view. She looked good she knew. Her legs were well toned and her ass still as tight as when she was a teenager.
She lay down on her stomach on her bed and pushed her hands down between her legs. She parted her thighs slightly and rhythmically began to push her pussy against the palms of her hands. A glow began to spread through her.
The feel of the silk panties against her clitoris sent pulses up her spine. Her sex juices began to seep from her vagina. Pictures flashed in her mind of muscular tanned bodies writhing on top of her. She imagined her hands pulling at a muscular butt to fill her aching pussy with throbbing cock. She imagined the taste of cock, of salty semen over her tongue - inhaling the smell of a man's cum. She pulled her left hand up to her mouth and licked the pussy juice from the tip of her index finger. The sweet taste and smell of her sex sent her over the edge - her orgasm surprising her in its intensity. She felt a flood of juice from her vagina down her thighs, soaking her expensive panties.
As her climax subsided she smiled to herself. Tomorrow would be the first day of her new sexual life. |