Some Quality Time AlonebyIrish Moss©
She pulled her pickup into the driveway, breathing a sigh of relief. She loved her husband dearly, but she also appreciated the rare nights that he went out and left her with time to herself. She had definite plans for herself tonight and her relief came from the confirmation that his car was not there.
She grabbed her briefcase and headed inside, grabbing the mail on her way in the front door. After a quick thumb through the mail, she decided to wait on dinner, left the mail and her briefcase on the counter and headed to the bedroom.
She looked at herself in the big mirror over her dressing table and thought she didn’t look too bad. She was wearing a mauve business suit, with the skirt just above her knees, and a lavender blouse. She always thought her long, thick red hair looked even nicer with her mauve and dark green outfits.
Knowing her husband would be out when she got home that night, she’d even selected some extra sexy lingerie to wear under her suit. Consequently, she’d been feeling somewhat randy all day long. Watching herself in the mirror, she unbuttoned her suit jacket and let it slide down her arms, pushing her breasts out as she did. She could see her nipples pressing out against her blouse as she hung the jacket over the chair at her dressing table.
Gently, she brushed her fingers over her nipples before beginning to unbutton her blouse. The smooth, pale white of her cleavage came into sight before the dark purple of her low-cut bra. She pulled her blouse open, exposing her 34C breasts in their lacy confinement, her nipples nearly popping through the material. Her blouse soon joined her jacket and she ran her hands over her breasts, but left her bra on.
She ran her hands down over the smooth skin of her stomach and around to the back of her skirt. She unfastened the waist of the skirt and slowly lowered the zipper while staring at swell of her tits in the mirror. She paused briefly then let the skirt drop to her ankles, sucking in her breath as if seeing herself undressing for the first time.
Before bending to pick up the skirt, she admired herself in the mirror - the dark purple of her bikini panties and garter belt against her pale white skin, the long straight lines of the garters themselves down the front of her smooth thighs and the dark stockings to which the garters were connected. She knew she was dripping wet without having to look at the wet spot on her panties.
She turned and looked into the mirror over her shoulder, seeing the narrow strip of her thong between her pale cheeks, then bent over to pick up her skirt. She continued to admire her ass as she did so, but once she had the skirt in her grasp, turned back toward the mirror while still bent over to see how her cleavage looked. Her tits hung from her chest like two alabaster globes, only more jiggly. She stood and hung her skirt over the chair with the rest of her discarded clothing.
She cupped her breasts again, still confined in the sexy bra, and gently tugged her erect nipples. Her gaze alternated from looking down at her hands on her tits to her reflection in the mirror. Watching herself in the mirror, she felt very voyeuristic, almost as if she were watching someone else instead of herself. She allowed one of her hands to drop down, sliding over her stomach to the front of her panties.
She alternated playing with each of her tits with her right hand while her left rubbed harder and harder up and down the front of her panties. She was making herself incredibly hot and knew that she was building herself up for one hell of an orgasm. Bringing her left hand back up, she grasped the front of her bra in both hands and unfastened the front clasp.
“Deftly” unfastened, she noted to herself. It seemed that word was most frequently used in reference to unfastening bras, at least in the stories she loved to read on the internet. Hmmm, she thought as she paused, some light reading on her favorite erotic story website would go well with dinner once she was finished here.
She let her bra slide down her arms and drop to the floor as she stared at her milky white globes in the mirror. Her light pink nipples were hard and her aureoles were taut and she suddenly wished she could suck them. Instead, she took a nipple in each hand, gently pulling and twisting them in her fingers. She knew she couldn’t tease herself any longer and dropped both hands between her thighs, spreading her legs even as she stood there.
Again alternating her gaze from looking down to looking in the mirror, she rubbed both hands over the front of her panties before venturing inside. She pulled the crotch aside with one hand, allowing herself to embed two fingers of her other hand into her dripping depths. With a groan, she began pumping her fingers in and out of herself while releasing the crotch of her panties. She jammed her other hand into the waistband and started to vigorously rub her erect clit.
Glancing in the mirror again, she realized that there was a better way to go about this. Pulling both hands free, she grasped both sides of her panties and shoved them down. As she stepped out of them, she looked herself over in the mirror as she backed toward the bed. Her fiery red pubes were perfectly framed by the garter belt and garters, standing out brilliantly from her pale skin.
When the back of her legs touched the end of the bed, she sat down and scooted herself backward. Lying on her back in the middle of the bed, she could no longer see herself in the mirror, but she didn’t care anymore. She was at the point now where she just wanted to make herself cum. She went back to rubbing her clit with one hand while pumping two fingers in and out of herself with the other. Her ass was rising off the bed as she pushed her hips upward in rhythm with her masturbating. She was actually moaning out loud now, thankful the weather was cool enough that the windows were all closed, but she felt there was one thing that could make this moment even better.
Pausing briefly, she retrieved her favorite toy from its secret hiding place. In place again on her back in the middle of her bed, she placed the tip of the thick, veiny dildo against her pussy lips and gave a push. She sucked in her breath as she embedded her faux cock as deep as she could take it, then began vigorously pumping it in and out while again massaging her clit. Her ass again bounced up and down on the bed and she was practically crying out in ecstasy.
As her orgasm approached, she felt her body tense up more and more causing her to arch up off the bed. Finally, like a rubber band snapping, her orgasm hit her hard and she went limp on the bed. Her hands continued to work her pussy as wave after wave of pleasure coursed through her, causing her to convulse and shudder on the bed. Even after she let her hands fall limply to her sides, she continued to experience several aftershocks before she finally breathed a sigh of contented relief.
She lay and caught her breath until her grumbling stomach reminded her that she hadn’t eaten dinner yet. She slipped her toy free and sucked her juices off it before returning it to its hiding spot. Catching her reflection in the mirror again, she gave herself the once over again. She decided against pulling anything else on and headed toward the kitchen wearing only her garter belt and stockings.
As she warmed up some leftovers for dinner, she turned the computer on and connected to the internet. Walking around in almost nothing, she could feel herself starting to heat up again already. She sat at the computer eating her dinner and reading, and it was no surprise that her hands soon found their way between her legs again.