For the first time in many years, I was alone in an empty house. I married young and had a daughter soon after. My husband was home every night except for the two years the Army kept him away. Most of my life I had a husband or a kid with me, every night and day. I have to admit there were times I thought I needed a break from the kids but, I loved my husband in my bed every night! I have always had an insatiable desire for sex. Now, my youngest daughter was off to college and my husband had started a new job that required him to be gone all week.
It was Thursday and I hadn’t had sex since Monday morning. I had also changed jobs. I had been a nurse for several years, but a friend offered me a job managing a new cell phone store. I was a little burned out as a nurse, and I actually had thought it would be a slower-paced job than being a nurse.
It was late evening when my hard-working husband finally called from his hotel. That conversation might have relieved some of his sexual tension but, only added to mine. After the call ended, I showered and as I went to bed, I could hear thunder in the distance and soon it was raining. The sound of the rain hitting the roof and windows was relaxing. I started thinking about all the rainy days that had led to fun experiences. It always seemed anything we ever did on a rainy day somehow eventually involved sex! I have never turned down a chance for sex with my husband!
I was awake before my alarm, and my restless sleep had not lessened the tension of not getting sex all week. I told myself a cold shower might help. It took just getting one foot wet to say, “Screw that!” I wondered what idiot thought that up.
After a hot shower, I stood naked in front of my closet with a towel wrapped around my head, looking at all the polo shirts with the company logo. That little voice inside my head that has over a lifetime caused more than a few naughty adventures was telling me, “This is not a polo shirt and jeans kind of day!”
I picked a dress with buttons up the front and picked my lingerie. I had several matched sets of bra and panties to choose from. To say I was feeling a little daring was an understatement. I chose a pair of sexy sheer lace blue cheeky panties and decided not to wear a bra. I put the panties on and saw myself in the full-length mirror. I turned, watching over my shoulder. I was actually surprised how pleased I was at the way my ass looked in those skimpy panties.
While I waited for my coffee to get ready, I walked to the Patio doors that looked out onto our backyard and the lake. It looked almost dark, and the rain was getting harder. I have to say, my reflection in the glass was liberating but it did nothing to make me feel less horny! ”Not too bad,” I thought, “for a forty-one-year-old woman.” Ouch, it almost hurt to type that! My reddish blonde hair was shorter than it had been most of my life. My breasts hadn’t changed much after four kids. I still wore a thirty-four B bra, when it seemed absolutely necessary to wear one at all. My waist was twenty-six inches, and my butt still seemed a little big at thirty-six inches. My fair skin had a bit of a tan. My red hair was more like what my husband calls strawberry blonde now. I pulled my panties out, and as I peeked inside at my neatly trimmed bush, I was thinking, “Yup, it’s still very red down there.”
We don’t have close neighbors. Well, not on the ground, anyway. We live on a lake and the water curves around our yard and then goes around the end of the cove and back in front of the neighbor’s yard. So, actually, those glass doors I was standing in front of in just my panties faced my older divorced neighbor’s door a few hundred yards away. I guess I should have paid more attention because he obviously had. The neighbor was standing with his binoculars at his eyes taking in the view. My first thought was, “What an ASS HOLE!”
Once again, that little voice I mentioned earlier was whispering, “Go ahead, give the creep a show!” I couldn’t help smiling as I turned with my back to the door. I don’t actually do Yoga, but I’m pretty sure he didn’t mind if my technique was wrong. After a few bends and toe touches with my butt towards the door in those sheer panties that showed plenty of my butt cheeks and my feet apart wide enough that he surely got a good look at my bare boobs dangling towards the floor, my coffee was ready. Once again, I realized that exposing myself to him had only added to my built-up need for sex!
I did my makeup and decided why bother fixing my hair? With the rain, I was surely going to look like a drowned rat anyway. Besides, my husband loves it when I just let it dry and run my fingers through it. I slipped the dress on and put my feet in flip-flops. Then, I casually walked back to the door to find my perverted neighbor still standing with binoculars in his eyes, watching intently. That’s when I realized he could see into my kitchen from his vantage point. I imagine he thoroughly enjoyed the view of my bare breasts as I drank my coffee. I pretended not to notice him as I pulled the curtain closed.
The drive to work on the flooded roads made for a long commute. As I parked behind the store, I was glad I had an umbrella. Once inside, I had a funny thought: I wouldn’t have to wash my wet feet tonight from wading the near ankle-deep water. I suppose should have worn rain boots but hey, how would that have looked with my dress?
I soon realized that only desperate people would get out in the rain to shop. By 10 a.m. I was all caught up with my work and I was getting bored, and I had definitely not forgotten I was horny. You know it was boring when I was glad for the phone to ring. I was on the phone trying to describe to a customer how he could possibly get his phone to work when, much to my surprise, the door opened, and in walked the guy who was my very first customer on the opening day of the new store I managed.
This guy hadn’t been in my store since that first day. He was good-looking, 6’ tall, just a little older than me, and it was obvious he was flirting with me! I think he could tell from my eyes bugging and my smile I was pleasantly surprised to see him. I couldn’t get off the darn phone! My customer walked directly to the counter, leaned over and smiled as he mouthed, “Hi beautiful, are you glad to see me.”
Oh, my God, his eyes were so blue, and they seemed to be undressing me. My clothes had all dried from the rain, but suddenly, my panties were becoming damp.
Finally, I got off the phone. I stood and gave him a hug as his arms wrapped around me. Just like most men his hands were soon resting on my ass. I’m pretty sure he could read braille because his fingers were tracing the outline of my panties under the dress.
He needed a new phone, and I was thinking I needed that cold shower. Showing him, all the phone selections would have been exciting on a day when I had gotten sex that morning. Now, my panties were beyond damp. He seemed to be intentionally pushing all my buttons as he stood so close, making sure his body touched mine. His hands purposely held mine a little longer than necessary as he inspected the different phones.
After I got him all hooked up with a new phone, he stayed around, keeping me company. Of course, that darn phone kept interrupting us. The rain had slowed a bit temporarily and of course another customer walked in. I knew I should have accidentally put the closed sign on the door.
My friend decided to leave, but first he said, “Let me take you to lunch.”
I had to tell him I couldn’t leave until the college girl who worked in the afternoon got there at 1 p.m. Then, much to my disappointment, he was gone. I probably wasn’t really all that friendly to the customer who interrupted my morning. Just about the time that a customer walked into the store, I was thinking of suggesting to my number one customer, “Let’s go have sex in the back of the store!”
Just as my help arrived, the phone rang again. She answered it and then handed me the phone. It was my customer, ”I’m out front, let’s eat lunch.”
His truck was parked basically in the street right in front of the store. I told my help I was going to lunch and grabbed my purse and umbrella, and climbed in his truck. As he drove off, it was pouring down rain again. The store was in our small hometown. By now, the gossip phone lines were surely a blaze.
I was a little surprised when he headed his truck out of town. Even more surprised when he drove the short distance to the river. He pulled into the parking area at the ramp that people use to launch their boats. He parked at the back of the empty lot with the truck facing so we could see the only entrance. I wasn’t quite sure what he had in mind until he retrieved our lunch from the back seat. As we started our little picnic and talked, I did like most other times. I slipped my shoes off and put one foot in the seat under me.
I nearly had an orgasm when he casually reached and took my bare foot in his hand. Maybe I should tell you my feet seem to have a direct connection to my pussy! Suddenly, lunch wasn’t all that important. I think he knew exactly what I was feeling. He leaned towards me as I met him halfway. That first kiss was an OMG moment. The next one was great, too, and the next few were good enough that I didn’t realize he was unbuttoning my dress. His hand kept holding my foot as the other started exploring my bare breasts.
It was only a few minutes until that dress was off my shoulders and I was totally exposed. I lifted up off my dress and laid it over the seat. The rain was pounding the roof of the truck, and it was impossible to see the entrance to the parking lot anymore. Somehow, that was the last thing on my mind.
We were like two teenagers parked on a dark country road stealing sex from each other. It was soon obvious that I wasn’t as limber or agile as I was as a teen. He moved closer as I lay back in the seat. Those very wet blue panties were soon on the dash. He started at my bare toes and kissed slowly up, only stopping briefly to tease my swollen clit with his tongue before moving higher. Each nipple got special attention as his teeth took turns gently biting them. Then there was that kiss! It was like, OH WOW. Our tongues were playing tag, and my body was ready to explode all over his seat.
When the kiss ended, I won’t say it was the most comfortable thing ever, with my head pressed against the door, but, before long, my legs were over his shoulders, and his face was buried between my legs. His mouth was very talented as his tongue seemed to be hitting every possible trigger point inside me. I guess there should have been a warning sign saying, “Caution, flooding is likely!” Oh, my goodness did I ever flood his face, as well as his truck seat. When I could breathe again, he moved, leaning back against his door as I unfastened his belt. He was very cooperative, helping me get his jeans off. When I freed his cock, I could tell one wrong, or maybe the right move would cause a huge mess.
I slid my mouth down his extremely hard cock making sure it was nice and wet before I moved up over him. His cock was hard and ready. It seemed obvious he needed sex almost as badly as I did. I certainly wasn’t stopping now. I lowered as he guided his pole to the entrance of my needy pussy. My heart was pounding as I watched his cock part my red hair and disappear inside my warm and wet love tunnel. I was sitting with his cock buried inside my hungry, needy body. One of his hands was gently squeezing my breasts; the other hand was cupping a butt cheek as his fingers made gentle circles on that other sensitive hole. His mouth was rotating between kissing me and nursing my nipples.
I was trying to watch for other cars, but I was a little busy, and the rain was horrible, or maybe it was wonderful. It didn’t last nearly long enough before we orgasmed together as he unloaded inside me. I hadn’t actually planned for it to be over but when there was a knock on the window right behind him, that pretty much killed the moment! Much to our surprise there stood a sheriff deputy smiling like the cat who just ate the canary.
Of course, being a small town, I knew him. He cracked a couple jokes about customer service, all while taking in the view of my naked body. I didn’t bother to try to cover up or get off that wonderful cock that was slowly going soft inside me.
As the deputy was leaving, he said, “With service like this, I might be in the market for a new phone!” Then he gave a wink as he turned to walk away.
We decided that, without a doubt, lunch had been exciting but was probably over. We dressed, and as my lunch date was driving, I called the store. I asked my assistant, ”Are you busy?”
“No, it’s totally dead here,“ she said.
“I’m going home then, I’ll see you tomorrow,” I told her.
I looked over at my lunch partner and said, “Drop me off at my car and follow me home.“
You know it just occurred to me. I forgot to tell you my husband was my very first customer when the store opened. He apparently got horny, too, and came home a day early to surprise me. Oh, my goodness, was it a great surprise!
