Betty had met this younger man at the grocery. He had flirted with her, just as naughty as hell, the cheeky young thing. But he had also given her his number, a business card, actually. The thought of him had not gone away. In fact, she thought about him quite a few times and had even masturbated with him in mind as her hubby slept next to her last night. She could not take any more. She picked up the phone and dialed his number. He answered on the second ring and she was taken aback by how it was surprising yet intriguing her. She laughed and mentioned it was “Betty, from the grocery”, and was just calling to say hello. Her voice caught as she said it, and she was surprised she was nervous. After all, wasn’t she the mature person here?
Bobby laughed, hearing this note of apprehension, and he was a blessing as he mentioned he would actually be home in a half hour. He had some pictures she might want to see. (They had spoken about cars that he had customized, proudly, and she had let on that she was interested). She said she thought maybe she could “make some time”. That it “sounded interesting”. They hung up.
She went to her closet and picked out a fairly revealing top and some very short shorts, cut off jeans which barely covered her pubic hair. “Oh, My”, she thought, “talk about wearing something saying ‘Fuck Me!’, dammit, I am all wet.”. She was startled at how horny she was. This guy had awakened some slut inside her who was making a hell of a lot of noise. She looked out her door at the other nice suburban middle class homes and saw no one who would bust her. She hurried to her car and drove away.
Betty could not keep her hand off her pussy on the drive. All she had to do was insert a finger just under the hem of her short shorts and she was at her hot and wet slit. Her clitoris was 2 inches inside it. She rubbed it lightly while driving, her mind awash with sexual thoughts, her tummy contented, somehow.
She went to his aprtment condo and knocked on the door. He answered, wearing only a pair of shorts, his tanned and lean outdoor guy’s body rippling with some hot-looking muscles and a sexy aura. She almost lost her breath, looking at him, there, then came back to reality, smiling up at him, then entering as he held open his door. She glanced around and saw a pleasant apartment with a nice big sofa. She stood, uncertainly, for a second, then she felt the delicious touch of his hand on the skin at the back of her neck. Oh my.
She turned and saw him appraising her yet again. She stood, enmbarrassed, as he mentally stripped her right in front of him like this, gazing at her breasts and her long exposed legs. She sould not speak. She was leaking.
His hand went to her cheek and he leaned in and kissed her. Hardly a word had been spoken. Why bother? His hand went further down, to her breast, where he cupped it, through the blouse. Her heart was beating fast and she boldly reached to the front of his shorts, running her hand over his hard cock. She had never done this so wantonly before, reaching down and squeezing something so delicious to be handling like this. Bobby lifted her top and her arms went up to help him. He undid her small, frilly bra and she was still in front of him, her hand back on his cock, playing, topless, and wanting to suck the cock of a total stranger. Oh, did she ever want it!
Hubby got in some money troubles and so, well…….he has a hot wife! The contractor looked at her, then put a smile on his face. “Well, I’m not leaving until you figure something out, dude.” He then says, “I’ll take her for an hour and we can call it even. But you have to watch.”