Ann: The Married Years Ch. 48

Remembering she'd used an extension cord for running her mixer when she'd baked cookies a few weeks before, she quickly looked in a drawer next to the stove. She practically screamed with excitement as she pulled it out, shoving the plug into the wall. Licking the suction cup on the bottom of the dildo, she slammed it into the middle of the island, making it stick. Seconds later she'd climbed up onto the Formica, straddling the head as she lined herself up.

There was no foreplay. She was already so wet she knew she didn't need to get herself worked up. She had been turned on since she'd eaten Felicia to a delicious orgasm, and frankly the hour or so before that. It could be fair to say she'd woken up horny, which was why she'd decided to give Felicia a treat. She had no idea she'd be able to give herself one, perfectly content to help her friend cum while waiting for later for a climax of her own. But the small window of opportunity was about to give her a much-needed release.

Sinking over the shaft, she began riding it up and down much like she would if it were Neil. It was a bit more difficult in that she had to jam herself all the way down to almost the level of the countertop in order to fully fuck herself. Neil's body would have had his cock about eight inches higher, but her gymnastic background helped her be able to fuck her dildo like it was him. Or Alphonso, as she was thinking of it.

Who would have thought all those years ago in High School that trying out for the gymnastic team her freshman year would end up being such a profound decision? Volleyball was her best sport, and she was incredibly fast like her brother, so she excelled on the track team. Yet gymnastics turned out to be the athletic activity that she drew on the most beyond her school years.

She was a natural gymnast, her youth spent doing splits, cartwheels and backflips in her backyard for fun. Once she got some formal training from the coach of the team, she flourished. Her best events were the floor exercise and the vault, but she also did well on the balance beam. She didn't care for the uneven bars at all, but she would compete in it because she was one of the few on the team that could qualify for the all-around competition at events.

Once she graduated, she continued to use the training exercises and stretches as a way to keep fit. She didn't practice yoga, instead finding the discipline instilled in the core muscle fitness regimen she adhered to more practical. Part of it was her competitive nature, the physical demands required to become a top gymnast was something she actually craved. Even more so when she realized she reaped the benefits once she became sexually active. The idea that she could do things that apparently other women couldn't in the bedroom because of her flexibility and natural physique was a turn-on. She was just as certain that at least some of the power in her orgasms came from being so limber and athletic, the ability to move and twist allowing for better friction against her clit.

She loved the idea of doing what she was doing on the island, staring out the front windows of the house. With the angle of the hill, she could only see the front of Felicia's house with how far back she was from the front of hers. She couldn't be seen, but she loved the idea that someone might anyway. Certainly, she was vulnerable to anyone that might show up at her front door, but that was a risk she was more than willing to take for the thrill of doing what she was doing out in the open.

Without much time, she spread her knees as wide as she could, lowering her upper body so that she was flat against the countertop with the cock fully stuffed in her pussy. Rolling her hips, she moved up and down slightly so that she could fully feel the length and girth of the phallus. Getting a rhythm, she worked herself up, slowly rising a bit to leave a little room between her crotch and the counter.

Slipping the bulbous end of the vibrator beneath her stomach, she wedged it in place against her pussy, resting her full weight on it once she had it where she wanted it. Turning it on she held herself still, letting the vibrations take over. Reaching out to her sides, she grabbed the edges of the countertop, holding on tight like she was in jeopardy of falling off. She began grinding her crotch against the head of the vibrator, her pussy gripping at the shaft buried inside.

It didn't take very long at all; less than three minutes passing before she felt the telltale sign of her impending explosion, but it seemed like much longer. It was all she could do not to move, unwilling to risk putting off what she needed so desperately. The more she tried to remain still, the more it became unbearable trying to keep from doing just that. The fear that she might change the pressure or that angle was real, the closer she came to her climax, the more tension rose in her heaving chest.

"UUUUUUNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAA!" she howled at the top of her lungs, her body convulsing as she came all over the countertop.

She stayed still, waiting for a minute, a second powerful orgasm ripped from her body.

"OOOHHMMMYYYGGAAAWWWDDD!" she shrieked.

It was a wonder her sexy neighbor didn't call for a wellness check. Ann quickly switched off the wand, fearful that she'd never get to work if she continued to torture herself with pleasure. As it was she waited a few minutes before finally lifting herself off the dildo. She left it there, lewdly stuck to the countertop, the vibrator laying in a puddle of her cum. Wobbling down the hallway, she made her way to her bathroom to get ready for the next part of her day.

"God, I needed that," she sighed, turning on the shower.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Ann parked her van behind Henrietta's House, checking her look in the visor mirror before she turned off the engine. Her makeup was impeccable, as usual, done more sultry than slutty. Yet she was really looking at her hair, wanting to make sure it looked as good as she'd hoped.

She was still getting used to the new hairstyle. It had taken her a few weeks to get the styling down, but once she got the way to handle the hairbrush while she used the blow-dryer as Tina had shown her, it became a bit more routine. Once she figured it out, it didn't add any time to her morning bathroom schedule than the long, curly brown mane she sported before. She loved the style itself, but she had to admit she was still getting used to the honey blonde with the brighter highlights. Not to mention the stares.

She knew Felicia was right. She'd been stared at most of her adult life. She'd practically encouraged it almost daily, with how she dressed and the way she carried herself. It wasn't like she was trying to necessarily attract attention, but she did love it when someone would turn their head when she passed by. It was the idea that they might be looking at her like she was someone else that suddenly caused her to be self-conscious about her look.

As she stared into the tiny mirror, she softened her attitude. She looked comparable to a celebrity, but in reality, they weren't all that similar. They certainly weren't twins, as she'd alluded to. The idea that someone might mistake her for a famous actress seemed preposterous once she had a chance to process what Felicia had said. The angst she was feeling had more to do with the fact she didn't look like she had the previous fifteen or so years. It was such a drastic change in appearance that she still sometimes was surprised by the reflection she saw. She hadn't even seen what she'd look like in pictures, none with her new hairdo having been sent off to Rose recently. The naughty ones that Neil had taken when she first came home had yet to be shipped off. Always the frugal purchaser, she needed a couple more rolls before she'd qualify for the discounts Rose offered.

Truth be told, if anyone was going to be staring at her during her workday, it was going to be more because of what she was wearing and not just because of how her hair was styled. There was a Wednesday Humpday sale happening at Henrietta's House, which meant she was obligated in her eyes to wear something risqué. Especially when the theme for the day was the Barely There Outdoor Wear sale. Oddly, it was one of the rare weekly midweek events that she hadn't come up with, which was all the more reason for her to embrace it, wanting to support the imaginative co-worker that had.

As usual, Ann was still the boldest of the girls that worked at the shop. It wasn't like she tried to outdo them or anything. She just took more risks when it came to her wardrobe than most would consider. Her outfit was indeed revealing, but she was covered in all the proper areas. Truthfully, she was more clothed than if she'd worn a string bikini, but that was kind of the point. It was more the idea that it was something she was wearing around in public than at a pool or a beach.

The outfit itself was made from a very thin imitation suede. Her tan top was just a vest, the angled tales coming down just past her breasts. The front was open, the five-inch gap between the panels that covered her tits held closed by a thin black chain. The sides and back were made of a black see-through mesh that was more skin than material.

Her miniskirt was more modest than most she wore, at least in the length. It came a few inches below her crotchline, but it was more of the hip-hugger variety, so the entire ensemble showed off a great deal of her well-toned mid-section; the result of her rigorous workout regimen with the multi-purpose exercise machine she'd been using since Owen was born. The same apparatus that doubled as the sex machine the one time it was used in the dungeon. Quite frankly her stomach was more chiseled than at any point in her life, almost rivaling Neil's incredible six-pack.

The front of the skirt was the same faux-suede material as the vest, a six-inch wide panel covering her pubic area. The wraparound sides and back were made of the identical black mesh, showing off her the front and side of her hips and her shapely ass. Because of the design, she didn't feel right about not wearing anything underneath, but she also didn't think it fit the spirit of the outfit to wear some kind of bikini bottom or brief. Instead she put on a black thong that showed most of her ass, but made it known she wasn't without anything. Her four-inch black heels strapped at her ankle. They were open-toed to show off her French nails, matching her hands.

She put on some fresh lip gloss, sticking the cartridge in her purse before getting out of the van. It was a hot, steamy mid-July day, the temps and humidity both expected to reach the upper 80s by late afternoon. With that came the strong possibility of thunderstorms that might cross the mountains, but it was too soon to tell if that forecast would prove true. All she knew for certain as she made her way across the blacktop of the small parking lot was that she felt she looked as hot as it was outside, and she had an inkling that her sexual temperature would rise during the day with the climate.

She felt wet just in moving from the van to the store, and not between her legs, although there was some arousal in her walk. It was hard not to be, dressed the way she was heading into a place that represented not only all things sexual, but literally sex, based on its rich history as a legendary area brothel. The feeling had more to do with the clamminess caused by the high moisture in the air. It was still morning. There was no doubt to her the pending storms that were predicted would come. While she still was considered by most residents as an outsider as far as her residential status, she'd lived in the valley long enough to know the signs. Her hope was that if it did storm, it wouldn't ruin her plans for the afternoon.

Walking in through the employee entrance, the air conditioning hit her like a splash of water. She felt her nipples stiffen, the thin material of the vest doing nothing to keep them from poking deep into the fabric, easily recognizable by anyone that looked.

"The girls are going to be showing off all day, that's for sure," she grinned as she looked down at her impressive chest.

It was yet another reminder of just how much motherhood changed her. There was the joy and fulfilment that came from raising such a wonderful youngster like Owen. And there were the side benefits that came from how her body changed. Ann was one of the lucky ones, whose physique transformed in all the right ways. She'd gained little weight during the pregnancy, most of it being the baby. Her hips were wider, giving her more of an hourglass figure than before. Her breasts not only grew during that time, they actually stayed bigger, and fuller. It was like she'd gotten a boob job without the artificial implants. The only real negative was her hair no longer being able to hold a perm, and she'd found a way around that by drastically altering her hairstyle, which she was finally embracing fully thanks to the talk she'd had with Felicia that very morning.

With the workout routine, the new, safer way she tanned, and her flair for showing off her assets in the most flattering of ways, it wasn't conceited for her to say she looked better at thirty-four than she did at twenty-four. And that was before she got her hair restyled. Putting her lunch away in the refrigerator in the multi-purpose room, she felt like a goddess as she walked onto the store floor to start her workday.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~

"I think I'm going to go out for lunch," Ann said to Mary Ann after finishing up with a customer.

"You never do that," her boss replied with a surprised expression.

"I'm just... a bit overstimulated this morning," she said with a shudder.

"Well no wonder, considering what you're wearing," she laughed. "I swear, sweetie, I love men... but just being around you makes me want to rethink that being an exclusive thing."

Ann chuckled. "Thinking of coming over to the dark side with me, are you?"

"Is being bisexual that dark?"

"Well I don't think so, but you have to admit this area we live in is still pretty conservative."

"And yet we're spending our day promoting clothes like you're wearing for walking around in public."

"Oh my god, that's a great idea!"

"What?"

"I have to go to the bank today. Maybe I'll just walk there on my lunch hour."

"You just got done saying you're so worked up you need a break. I thought you'd be rummaging around your purse for your vibrator and heading up to use the Bordello Suite," she chortled, referring to the room upstairs she'd kept as it was when the house was a brothel instead of a chic lingerie store. She'd recently renamed it, as part of a way to promote it still existed.

"I don't have one in my purse today," Ann shrugged.

Mary Ann scoffed at that notion. "I'm sure you have one in the van. There's no way you're leaving the house like that this morning and not being prepared for an orgasm."

"Well yeah, I always have one in the van. I'm just hoping that any fun I have this afternoon will be with Neil."

"He's not on third shift, is he? I thought he was on first."

Mary Ann was referring to the role-playing game Ann and Neil played whenever he working those unpleasant hours. Ann would pretend to be a mysterious housewife screwing around on her husband. Neil was her unnamed stud, meeting her when and where she'd tell him to be for a romp in the back of her van.

"He is. I really don't have anything planned yet. It's not going to be that one though. It's pretty exclusive to third shift. I think it would ruin it if we tried to make more of it than what it is."

"So, you really don't have a plan for today?"

"Not yet, but I have a few hours. I'll think of something. I have Felicia watching Owen for a couple extra hours after work tonight."

"I'm sure you do," she winked. "Are you really thinking of walking to the bank?"

"Yeah, why? You think this is too much?"

"Lord I hope not. We are having this sale, after all. I just wondered if you'd feel comfortable taking a deposit with you. Walking there seems like a risk."

"No one is going to approach me in broad daylight. Hell, no one is approaching me here. I've been getting leered at all morning, but I have to go up to any customer to work with them. It's like I'm some living, breathing mannequin."

"Sweetie, sometimes it's hard for people to approach a beautiful woman. Especially one scantily clad. Once you go to them, they realize just how personable you are."

"Oh, I'm not complaining. I've had a complete change from how I've been feeling the last couple of weeks. Felicia really cleared my head this morning with what she said."

"Well, yeah. She was spot on," Mary Ann nodded; Ann having already shared the epiphany she'd had as soon as she saw her boss.

"Look, I'm not saying I am one... far from it. But this has got to be what it's like to feel like a bona fide sex symbol. I've been imagining being Jennifer Aniston all morning. That's why I'm so turned on right now. It's not just being stared at. I can literally feel some of them fucking me with their eyes."

"Not just the men, I take it?" she grinned.

"There haven't been that many men in here today. Can I ask you something?"

"Of course, Anna."

"Obviously we've talked about my bisexuality, but I've never really thought of it from the other side... only how I view it."

"What are you wondering?" she asked, hearing the curious tone in Ann's voice.

"Do I come off that way?"

"What way... as bisexual?"

"Yeah. I mean, do I give off some vibe, or act like I'm available? Or is that just how I perceive the reactions sometimes?"

"That's an interesting question. Let me ask you; do you ever try to show you're interested in a woman? Have you ever tried to pick one up?"

"No. I'm married."

"And yet you've slept with just him since then, and how many women have you had sex with?"

"Wait, are we talking sleeping, or sex?"

"You know what I mean."

"Well, I've given plenty of blow jobs... I told you the story of the Niners Super Bowl party," she said with a sly grin.

"You asked me the question. Why are you dodging mine?"

"Okay, I get your point. Truthfully, with women, I didn't hit on any of them. It just kind of happens, and most of the time it's been with my friends since we moved here. And most of those, Neil has been somewhat involved in. I can't remember the last real, random encounter I had with a woman... it had to be on our trip from California before we were married."

"You're saying you haven't consciously tried to pick up a woman for the sole purpose of having sex with her. Not becoming a friend first, but just hooking up with a woman casually. If that's true, and yet you feel as if you're being looked at like an available sexual partner by women, then I think you already have your answer."

"No... not really. It's just a gut feeling. It doesn't mean I'm right."

"Anna... you know you're right. I just got done telling you how I love men, but you make me rethink that all the time. You even kidded me about joining the dark side. Why would I say that if I didn't feel something just by being around you?"

"Wait, so you're serious?"

"About wanting be sleep with you? Not actually. I'm not ready for that, but I do think about what it would be like... all the time," she said playfully. "I am serious about how I get excited being around you."

"By excited, you mean aroused?"

"I'd say it's more like I'm captivated by your love of life, and your incredible approach to anything sexual. We've talked about this before. You're the most sexual woman I've ever been around, and I come from a long line of women that made it their mission in life to be sexual. Myself included. So, to answer your real question, I do think you send off signals that you're just that... sexual. And attentive people pick up on that. I don't think you're doing anything to try and entice anybody. But you have to admit, you're pretty fucking hot."