Let me begin by telling you a little about myself. My name’s Elaine and I’m 39 years old. I have a son and have been happily married for 12 years. In my bare stockings I’m 5’9” tall with long blond hair. I can best describe myself as having a voluptuous body shape, which some in this world of anorexic women might say is a little overweight. But boy do I have curves! My measurements are 36(D)-28-40 or in simple terms an hourglass figure. Anyway standing in front of a mirror, naked, I look Ok, my boobs might have dropped a little from 10 years ago (you can’t blame them, can you!), but I can still turn heads, if I want too that is.
Well enough of me. This true story relates to my 38th birthday party, thrown by my loving husband, who shall remain nameless.
It began when I walked out of the shower. I was still drying myself with a large fluffy towel when he walked in. “You look gorgeous,” he said as he moved to my side, instantly kissing my lips tenderly. His hand instinctively moved to my uncovered breasts squeezing their fullness. What is it with men and breasts?
Breaking briefly from sucking on one of my nipples, now erect and very sensitive, he asked me what I was wearing. Between my soft moans I said a cream, silk blouse and long brown velvet skirt. He nodded his approval as he grated my nipple between his front teeth. “Ouch” that hurt. I pushed him away. “Yeh but it makes them hard.” He was right, my nipples stay erect for ages when aroused.
Even at the party I could still feel them tingle and they pushed against the lace of my balconette bra, which seemed to just rub them enough to keep them that way. I adjusted the fabric in an attempt to relieve the pressure, and only succeeded to undue a furtherbutton of my blouse. I noticed Steve, one of my husband’s friends looking. I smiled and he smiled back before he walked over and started chatting. He was tall, at about 6’2 and with a quite chunky build. He worked in computers like my husband. I couldn’t stop myself looking in to his deep blue eyes as he talked. He positioned himself close to me so he could hear me speak. His eyes kept glancing at my chest and the pale flesh of my breasts. I smiled. I liked the attention.
As the evening wore on I played the birthday girl perfectly. Flirting a little with various people, but more often than not ending up with Steve. He got braver and held me by my waist pulling me on to him as we swayed to the heavy beat of a record. I rubbed myself against him and could feel his erection pushing against me. His big hand squeezed my bottom. I felt hot, excited. My heart beat increased and I felt my chest rise and fall with increased vigor. Steve watched as my breasts swelled almost emerging from the confines of the lace cups. Steve whispered in my ear ” you’re a horny little minx, you’ve got me all excited.” “I know I can feel you,” came my quick reply. I tried to stop myself but I was turned on.
Then the bombshell came. “Well what are you going to do about it?” I stopped my gyrating. I never thought it would go this far, but as he spoke he dropped his head and kissed me. It was over quickly, but it was the first real kiss I’d had with a man other than my husband in 12 years. I could have died in his arms. My whole body shook with excitement.