Tanning Contest
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Tanning To Entertain free porn video
I know some will view this with disdain.
I made a choice, and I'm not ashamed to admit I enjoyed and continue to enjoy my pleasure.
When I came home one day, I found evidence my husband had entertained women in our bed. That is difficult to overlook or forget.
Fortunately, I maintained my body after my son's birth, and I certainly had a different attitude toward my wedding vows. I began to see other men in a way to which I quickly became accustomed.
I sought out reasons to delay coming home from work. I flirted, teased, found I wanted others to admire me as the woman I was.
My body had always been my best feature. I caught men looking at me, many from the eyes down and seeing glances of my breasts. I wasn't a freak; I didn't have breasts too large to be uncomfortable in business clothing. Just breasts that opened doors with men who had found a reason to be in my company.
I wasn't sure I wanted to delve into dating others or accepting an invitation for a drink after work. Well, at least not initially.
I love the sun. The warmer, the better. I find it an aphrodisiac to allow every precious ray to tan my body. I often took afternoons off in the summer from my position as a department manager for a large local bank for credit life insurance. I could go in after hours to tally the figures.
My son, who had just graduated from high school, was working overnight at a local newspaper. He would get home around when my husband was going to work as a foreman for a construction company. Often he was out of town in other cities, and it provided me the time to indulge myself with laying out on our deck.
My son would usually sleep until four in the afternoon, so I had the privacy to do as far as what to wear.
I would usually come home, strip down to a thong, pick up my sun oil and dark sunglasses, and be on the deck by one o'clock. Sometimes iced tea or a wine cooler would be my refreshment for the day.
I knew some of my son's friends would often come by to go out to the local Hooter's before he went to work, but that was never before late afternoon.
I guess I was napping, lying on my back, and didn't hear the arrival of his friend, Kent. He must have come into the house and up to Mike's room to get him up early. I didn't realize what was happening until Mike went on the deck to tell me he was leaving with Kent to go to a sporting goods store to get some fishing equipment.
The dark sunglasses were shielding his face, and I initially didn't know Kent was in the sliding glass door, looking at me. It was too late to show modesty, so I told him to come back before he went to work.
Mike had seen me tanning topless a multitude of times, and I guess he didn't know his friend was watching me. As Mike and I chatted, I watched Kent, smiling and showing no indication of waiting for Mike in the house.
Was I ashamed my son's friend had seen me? Should I have faked an attempt to grab a towel, which I hadn't brought out, to cover my breasts?
No. I wasn't.
I thought about it. Kent was a young man. My son was eighteen, so Kent would also be, wouldn't he?
As I got up to get a fresh glass of ice water, the cooler air of the house's interior caused my nipples to harden. Or was the cold air? Smiling to myself, I liked the idea of being seen and hopefully admired by a younger man.
My husband was out of town, in Washington, D.C., to direct the hanging of the panels produced by his company, so I had a period to plan my next move.
I couldn't get Kent off my mind. I admit being almost twenty years his senior did wonders for my ego.
That night, I slowly masturbated to thoughts of being more devious.
I could wait, but not for long, to test Kent's intent.
That Saturday, hubby away, Mike at home and going fishing, I again took my sun oil, dark glasses, and wine cooler to the deck. This time I took an extra towel, just in case.
Around 4:00, I heard Mike's truck in the driveway. A few minutes later, he came onto the deck to tell me they didn't have excellent luck. I glanced by him to the door but no Kent. Was I disappointed! I glanced up at Mike's bedroom window to see him looking at me.
I said since his father was gone, maybe he should invite Kent to 'stay over,' and we could go to a waterpark the next day. He liked the idea. I hoped Kent also did.
I grabbed the tanning oil and began to cover my breasts. I glanced up to see my admirer watching. I casually slipped my fingers into my thong to oil my pubes. I was so wet I wasn't sure whether it was the oil or my juices.
After ten or so minutes, I decided to go up. Entering the house, I could hear the shower running upstairs. Wrapping the towel around me, I went up to the master bedroom. Sitting at my makeup table, I began an attempt to untangle my hair with a comb. I adjusted a smaller mirror to view my open door.
I saw my son leave the bathroom with a towel wrapped around him. Thinking Kent had already showered, I stood up, removed the towel only to find my new friend walking, naked, into the bathroom. I don't know if he saw me, I was almost sure he hadn't, but I had viewed one of the most beautiful cocks I had ever seen in my life. This teenager was more well hung than my husband or Mike.
I moved into my bathroom and stepped into the dry shower, and quickly found my wet pussy with my fingers. Closing my eyes, I fingered myself, thinking about that beautiful tool merely a few feet away.
I couldn't get it out of my mind, but realizing my son was in his room, I finished, shuddering, and waited until I heard the water stop.
I took a shower with thoughts of discovering Kent's body myself, soon.
I dressed in a coverup and met the guys downstairs. I couldn't keep my eyes from going to Kent's. He smiled and said he would run home, pick up some things, and return in an hour or so.
Mike was playing one of those video games on the television. I fixed myself a drink and sat with him.
I finally got the nerve to ask if he was embarrassed for him to have Kent seeing me sunbathing. Not taking his eyes off the screen, he said not at all.
I know that's not a 'go ahead, Mom, show him everything' comment, but who was I to disturb him as he played his game?
I slept nude that night, with the door open, but not lucky enough to see Kent peeking around the door frame.
Damn!
To be continued
Pansy
- 05.03.2021
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