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I woke up the next morning in my usual Saturday morning way. No blaring alarm clock. Just slowing slowly waking up, letting my thoughts wander wherever they cared to wander. I was so toasty warm, curled up under my nice heavy quilt. My mind wandered back to last night. Did I dream it? I didn’t really actually ask Tyler to give me a demonstration, right? Right??? I laughed at myself.
This is what I get for not dating enough. What would my friends say if they knew? My straight-laced uptight prim and proper friends? Then again, aren’t they the ones always complaining about how boring their sex lives were?
My mind wandered back again to last night. How Tyler’s hands had felt massaging my feet and calves. My heart quickened a little as I thought about his fingers pressing against my feet…rubbing away the tension. My hand drifted over my thigh, sliding up and down. I squirmed under the covers, closing my eyes and playing the night over in my mind.
My nipples tightened as they grazed along the bed sheet as I stretched out. I rolled over onto my tummy, my hand trapped under my leg. My other hand slid up and cupped my breast….squeezing a little. A deep breath escaped my lips. I kept seeing him in my mind. The way he kept glancing and peeking at me last night. My hand slid over to my other breast…tugging my other nipple. I should have done this last night when he was looking at my nipples trying to tear through my tee shirt.
My other hand slid further up my leg…moving over into the center. I slid it between my legs, gently rubbing it over my mound. I squirmed against my hand…grinding slowly. I thought about how Tyler had looked down at my panties. My middle finger parted my lips… releasing the moisture trapped inside. How would he have reacted if I’d done this? My finger slid into my wetness and pressed against my clit. I squirmed and grinded harder. My gasps for air becoming deeper and longer.
I started thinking about how I’d felt his hardness against my leg. God…so close but so far away. My index finger joined my middle finger now. The wet sounds of my pussy escaped from under the quilt. I was losing myself… fingering myself faster and faster. My hips raised and lowered…faster and faster. I couldn’t hold back the sounds, my deep breaths turning into tiny moans. I could feel it coming. Building up. My fingers sliding so deep, my palm crushing against my clit.
I buried my face in my pillow…my eyes squeezed shut. And finally it was there. The rush of blood…the tingles turning into waves. I felt my pussy squeezing and pulsing against my fingers. A long groan bursting from me as my orgasm made every muscle in my body go rigid. And as I rode the wave, lost in myself, a sound pushed through. A tapping. With a little gasp my eyes popped open to see Tyler at my bedroom door.
“Good morning.” He said with a big smile. “I was going to ask if you wanted bacon and eggs for breakfast.”
I blushed and gave a nervous laugh. “Um…sure! I’ll be out in a minute.”
He laughed at my embarrassment. “Unless you need to change your sheets now.”
I sat up and threw my pillow at him with a laugh. It never even crossed my mind that the quilt and sheets were now pooled at my waist. His eyes were locked somewhere below my chin as he tossed my pillow back. “OK…I’ll start breakfast” he said with a grin.
I hopped out of bed still smiling and glowing. I wondered how long he had stood at the door watching. I hope a long time. I opened my panty drawer in my dresser. Biting my lip, I hesitated for a quick second and grabbed a pale yellow thong and slipped it on. Then I opened the next drawer down and picked out a tee shirt to throw on. Giving it another thought, I bypassed the cotton tees and reached for a tee made out of wicking material. You know the type…thinner and lighter than cotton. It was almost but not quite long enough to cover my butt. I twisted sideways as I looked in the mirror. Perfect! My cheeks were peeking out just enough to tantalize him.
I walked into the kitchen. Tyler was at the stove cooking our breakfast. I couldn’t help noticing his eyes moving down my body and then back up to my eyes. “Thank you for making breakfast!” I told him.
“That’s ok,” he said. “After tomorrow, you’re on your own again.”
I playfully gave him a glare. “I think you have a few more meals to cook before we’re even!”
I walked over to the coffee maker next to him. I opened the cupboard and reached for a cup, stretching up a little on my tiptoes. When I turned to the coffee maker, I caught his eyes popping back up. Apparently, he’d noticed how short my top was. I felt my heart skip a little and as I sipped my coffee, noticed how much my nipples showed. It was starting to feel a little warm in the kitchen.
As Tyler worked his magic at the stove (he really is an excellent cook when he puts his mind to it), I helped out by setting the table. We chatted as we got everything ready. He followed my every move. Reaching for dishes, bending konyaaltı escort over to set the table, reaching into the refrigerator for juice and butter. Every time I walked by him, I’d trail my hand over his shoulders or arms. My tummy was full of butterflies. All my nerves were extra sensitive. I could feel my thong starting to tighten and stick to my ever-moistening lips.
“So I suppose you’re going out with the guys tonight?” I asked him over breakfast.
“No, everyone else already headed back to school.”
“Great! So you’re not dumping me tonight?” I asked.
“Nope…you’re stuck with me for one more night.”
“I think it would be nice if you took your mom out for dinner,” I told him with a smile.
“OK…How about Mangiamo’s?” he asked me. “It’s my treat.”
“That’s really sweet, Tyler. But it’s so expensive. You don’t have to do that. We can go somewhere cheaper,” I told him.
“I know we can. But I want to take you someplace special.”
“Well, if you insist…” I said with a big smile. “It’s a date!”
Later that afternoon, I spent more than a few minutes going through my closet. It was crazy. I was going out to dinner with my son. It was no different than the hundreds of other times we’ve gone out to dinner. Let’s face it. Restaurants are God’s gift to busy parents! So why was I acting like this? I laughed at myself acting like a silly high school girl on a first date. My fingers moved down the line of hangers… too summery…too old-maidish…god, what was I thinking when I bought that one? Then I found it. “Perfect!” I thought with a little smile. I pulled the black lacey dress off its hanger. I hoped it still fit.
Then I stepped to my lingerie drawer. At least this would be an easy pick. I dug through my lingerie, finding the bra and panty set I’d bought specifically for the dress. I slipped on the black sheer thong. My little patch of fur showed nicely through. I couldn’t resist taking my time adjusting the thong. My finger slipped between it and my pussy. My finger slid so easily along the smooth and slightly moist lips. I shuddered a little.
“Don’t start that now, Ann!” I scolded myself. “You’re going to be late!”
I slipped the matching black lace bra on, only playing with my nipples momentarily. My hands were shaking a little. Then I shimmied into the dress. Thank God I’d been keeping up on my running or I’d never fit into it.
“Mom!” I heard Tyler shout from the kitchen. “Are you almost ready? We’re going to be late!”
“I’m coming!” I called back. I rushed back to my closet and slid on my black 4 inch heels. Thinking to myself, “I’m going to break my neck if it’s slippery out!”
When I walked out of the bedroom, I saw Tyler standing at the kitchen island waiting impatiently. But when he saw me, his eyes widened. His eyes drank in my outfit. He gazed at the three quarter length lace sleeves. Then his eyes slid up my arms and along the lacey top. Then down…taking in how the dress clung to my body like a second skin. He looked down further until he found the hem of the dress not even halfway down my thighs. Finally down to the heels and then back up.
I could feel my nipples pushing and trying to escape their prison called a bra. God, he was so handsome. He was wearing his tan sweater that shows off his broad shoulders and flat tummy. His black dress pants perfectly creased and ironed. I almost giggled as the little voice in my head said Why is he bringing a roll of quarters to dinner?
I felt a blush flow into my cheeks as he stared and said “Wow…you look incredible!”
“I can’t show up at Mangiamo’s in jeans, can I? You look pretty incredible yourself.”
He helped me on with my coat and we walked out to the car. He opened my door for me and I sat down in the passenger seat. My dress was so tight, I could barely move and I felt it creep up what little distance it could. As Tyler walked around the car to the driver’s door, I took a second to tug it down just enough so I wasn’t completely flashing him.
I know a lot of Literotica readers would love to hear how he felt me up on the drive. Or how I spread my legs and peeled off my panties. But it wasn’t anything like that at all. Was I a little turned on? Are you kidding? I’m going out to dinner with a handsome younger guy and he can’t keep his eyes off me. Hey, I’m only human! I couldn’t help flirting a little with him. He didn’t seem to mind either.
Dinner went much the same way. Several times during dinner I had to remind myself I was having dinner with my son and not on a first date. I hoped he was struggling with the same feelings. A few times while we were talking about his college studies, we’d find ourselves holding hands. I had a glass of wine with my dinner and I wasn’t sure if it was the wine or my handsome date who was making me feel so light headed. I hadn’t been on a date in a long time and it just felt so good to have someone’s undivided attention like that.
At one point during dinner, I had to excuse kültür escort myself to use the bathroom. I walked in, seeing a pair of very sensible shoes and bunched up granny panties in the first stall. Stall two was empty, thankfully, and I stepped in. I hiked up my dress and slid my thong down. A shiver went up my spine as the cool air glided over my wet pussy. The gusset of my panties was getting to be quite a mess. I sat down on the toilet with a sigh. If only grandma wasn’t next door! I just wanted to plunge my fingers into myself and relieve the wanting that was burning through me.
I really do hate public bathrooms. I don’t know why but I always feel odd stepping out of a stall at the same time as someone else. Then it’s like being in an elevator. Don’t make eye contact! Sure enough, the woman in the stall next to me stepped out at the same time as me. We stepped to the double sink at the same time. I glanced up in the mirror as I washed my hands and the woman smiled at me and said “What a beautiful dress, dear! You look absolutely stunning!”
I smiled and told her thank you. “It’s lovely to see young couples such as yourselves.” She said with a wistful little smile on her face. “It’s been a few years since my husband has looked at me with half that desire.”
I blushed and couldn’t think of a thing to say. She sensed my discomfort and placed a hand on my arm. “Now don’t you let me go spoiling your night! You better get back to your man before that little waitress gets any ideas.”
We both shared a laugh as we left the bathroom and she gave me a wink as we went to our separate tables. I sat back down at the table and Tyler looked at me. “What’s that smile for?” he asked.
“Oh, I was just warned that some little waitress is after you!” I said with a giggle.
He glanced around, teasing me. “Really? Where?”
I dug my nails into his hand. “Oh no you don’t! You’re with me tonight!” I said with a laugh.
He looked at me again and said “She wouldn’t have a chance next to you anyway, mom.”
My heart…and my pussy… melted when I heard that!
Like all good things, dinner finally ended. We headed for home. As he helped me on with my coat and we walked out, my friend from the bathroom gave me another wink and a smile. I smiled as well, wondering if I’d still get a wink and a smile if she only knew who my date really was.
The drive home was uneventful. We pulled into the garage and walked into the house. As soon as we got into the house, I kicked off my heels.
“Oh my god” I said. “Now I remember why I don’t wear those very often!”
“If you wore them more often, wouldn’t you get used to them?” Tyler asked.
“Well, maybe I would wear them more often if my private foot masseuse wasn’t leaving to go back to school tomorrow.” I said.
He smiled and said “I think I just got a subtle hint of what I’m doing tonight.”
“Please?” I asked, giving him big doe eyes.
“Oh brother…fine!” He said with a laugh. “I’m going to go get changed and then you can have your foot massage.”
While he went to his bedroom, I went into mine. I unzipped my dress and slipped it off. I tossed it aside and unfastened my bra. I let it fall to the floor as I cupped my breasts. I shivered as my nipples rubbed deliciously against my palms. My eyes half closed and a soft moan escaped my lips as I squeezed and rubbed. Then I took a deep breath and lowered my hands. I reached into the closet and grabbed the short silky flowered robe hanging there. For a brief moment, I considered a fresh pair of panties. But then the little devil on my shoulder stopped me. Why get another pair wet? The robe was really meant more for summer. It was very lightweight and very short. Oh well. I was feeling incredibly warm anyway.
As I walked out of the bedroom, the bottle of Fleshlight lube I’d “stolen” from Tyler caught my eye. Oops. I did promise I’d return it, didn’t I? I grabbed it and headed for the family room.
Tyler was already waiting for me on the couch. The TV was turned to our favorite show, Big Bang Theory. I flopped onto the other end of the couch and threw my feet into his lap. My foot thudded against something hard.
“Ouch! Watch it, bigfoot!” he yelped, doubling over in fake pain.
“Oh my god! I’m sorry!” I said. “I hope I didn’t break anything!”
He grabbed my foot, moving it off but not too far away from his cock. “If that’s what a footjob feels like, I think I’ll pass next time,” he said jokingly.
I playfully stretched my toes out and ran them down his cock. “Ok…next time I’ll be gentle!”
He blushed and grabbed my foot. “Pervert,” he called me.
I smiled and tossed the bottle at him. “Speaking of perverts, I thought you’d be missing this by now.”
“Oh, I wondered if you were going to give it back or keep it hostage.”
“I can’t be that mean! Besides…didn’t you promise me you’d think about something?”
My heart was racing again. His gaze had wandered down and I realized markantalya escort my nipples were again trying to find a way to escape my robe.
“You’re still serious about that?” He asked.
I bit my lip. “Only if you don’t mind.”
He smiled at me and said “So is that what was on your mind when you picked that dress for dinner?”
“Why? Did you like it?”
“That’s definitely my favorite dress of yours now.”
“So you did like it?”
He laughed self-consciously. “Why do you think I’m in this condition?” His eyes pointed down between his legs.
I pointed at the lube in his hand with my toes. “Why do you think I gave that back?”
“Damn it… fine!” He said in a mock angry tone. “I give up!”
He got up from the couch and went into his bedroom. He came out two seconds later with the Fleshlight in his hand. He sat down again and I sat up a little, curling my legs under me. My heart was racing! I was finally going to get to see it!
At first, he was so nervous. He couldn’t make eye contact with me. “Ok, I feel stupid,” He said.
“Don’t feel stupid, please.” I whispered.
As if coming to an internal decision, he suddenly grabbed the waistband of his boxers and yanked them down to his ankles. One foot slipped out and he sprawled a little on the couch. Of course, I’d caught glimpses of him before. But this was the first time I’d ever had the chance to just gaze at him. In his nervousness, he’d gone just a little soft. But his cock still maintained itself, laid along his hip. I had to tell myself to breathe.
He opened the bottle of lube and squirted a little inside the Fleshlight. Feeling silly, I asked him “So you just squirt it in there?”
“Just a little bit.” He said. Then he poured more on his cock. He wrapped his hand around it and smeared the lube. The minute he did, I could see it growing back up to its hardness. I felt almost hypnotized. I couldn’t move…couldn’t speak. Then he slid the Fleshlight over his erection. I watched fascinated as his cock disappeared into the pretend pussy. I could feel my own pussy leaking and wishing for something too.
He slowly pumped it up and down. His eyes were half closed. I could hear the squishy sounds inside. It was driving me so crazy. He would slide it almost all the way off and then back down again. Over and over. I heard myself whisper, “do you think about anything? Or just…you know… do it?”
He gave a little panting laugh. “Right now, I’m just thinking about you in that dress!”
He started pumping faster. “No…wait… slow down, ok?”
“Oh, great. First you wanted to watch and now you want to tell me how to do it?”
I laughed. “It’s not a race. So what are you thinking about my dress?”
He kept slowly stroking. Then he’d stop and take a deep breath. “I’m thinking about how you were driving me nuts almost giving me a peek. It fits so tight, there’s no way you had panties on.”
“What kind of woman do you think I am? Of course I had panties on!” I slid my legs a little and slid my robe open to show him my thong. “See? I even have proof!”
He froze….looking at my thong. The sheer material would have been see-through before. Now with all the wetness, it might as well have been spray painted on.
“Do you like them?” I asked as I slid my hand over my mound.
He started pumping again. “Holy shit…but how do I know those are the ones you wore to dinner?”
My robe was open now. It was only held in place by the robe belt still knotted around my tummy. I slid my fingers under the material, pushing it out.
“It wouldn’t have gotten this wet this quick if I just put them on.” I said with a naughty smile.
He was speechless. His eyes were locked between my legs as I rubbed my wet pussy. He was stroking with the Fleshlight in a steady rhythm and I matched my finger motion to his strokes.
“Oh shit!” he moaned as his hand picked up speed. The squishing noises from inside the Fleshlight got louder and faster. The squishing noises from my pussy did too. We were both lost to it. I pulled my thong aside with one hand as two fingers from my other hand fucked my pussy.
Tyler let out a groan and his back arched. I watched as his balls tightened and he dumped his load into the flashlight. I immediately smashed down on my clit, sending myself over the edge with him. My whole body arched. I let out a long cry. My fingers frozen and squeezed tight into my pussy. A thousand years passed before I could breathe again. I opened my eyes to find Tyler panting and watching me.
I brushed the hair out of my face with a shaky hand. “Whew! Oh my god!” was all I could gasp out. Tyler stood up, his cock still buried in the Fleshlight. He kind of hunched over as he slid his cock out. It glistened with a mix of lube and cum. Still hard.
I giggled. “What’s that? Your after-orgasm dance?”
He laughed. “Shut up! If I just pull it off, it makes a mess!”
I jumped off the couch. The knot in my robe belt had come undone at some point. I didn’t know. And I cared even less. I took the Fleshlight from Tyler. I leaned forward, my other hand resting on his chest, and kissed him softly.
“I’ll take care of that. Thank you for showing me. That was fun.”
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