You know what it is like. You get the kids off to school and the husband off to work and by the time the shopping and the laundry and the cleaning are done, you have no time for yourself. Even if you are horny, you aren't supposed to do anything about it. You are a thirty-eight year old soccer mom with wifely sex scheduled on Thursday nights and maybe again on the weekend if you are lucky and your husband is drunk or a little more horny than usual. You can't ask for more though. You are not a slut. You are not a nympho. You have to stay respectable. You have to stay nice.
So, maybe you sometimes take the hairbrush with the rubber handle back into the bed with you after breakfast or you lie in the tub with your legs spread wide under the faucet. It's just you there, after all, and you are all alone and nobody will know. But you are burning with want and sometimes that still isn't enough.
That's the way I felt that morning. My bath hadn't cooled me down. My orgasm hadn't calmed me down. And there were things I had to do.
So I went down to the laundry room naked to get my clothes. I liked being naked in the house, hoped that the neighbors would be looking, or a delivery man or a meter reader. But I knew the neighbors weren't home. I knew that there would be no deliveries today. I knew that the meters were at the front corner of the house, by the garage, far from any windows. Still, I hoped some man other than my husband, George, would see me naked and think sexy thoughts about me.
I am sexy, you know. I keep myself fit and can still wear the same size dress as in high school. I was prom queen then, with all the boys after me. It was nice being popular, nice having a lot of boyfriends. Now there was only George.
I guess that's what I was thinking when I saw my daughter's mini dress hanging on the rack in the laundry. It was a summer dress, lightweight cotton and a halter top. I could wear that, I thought, except that it would be short and maybe a little too small to hold my 34C's. But men would look and would like what they saw.
I tried to adjust the top, once the dress was on. But nothing I could do would keep the rounded curves of my breasts from peeking out from the sides of the halter. Nothing hid the cleavage or the smooth pale skin as the neckline dipped well below the bottom of my breasts. My nipples, hard and dark showed through the thin material. I couldn't wear this. I couldn't let people see my tits like this.
The dress was shorter than I thought as well. A few inches of fabric covered the tops of my thighs in the front, less than that in back. It wasn't enough. My ass would show. My panties would be on display.
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I went upstairs to finish dressing. I grabbed my sexiest panties from the dresser, the red silk thong. As I walked I could feel the air stirring under the dress, caressing my pussy. It felt wonderful. I stood in front of the mirror in my room, staring. I had never seen myself so sexy, my bare back, bare legs, breasts on display.
I lifted the front of the dress. I was soaked. I could see my juices shining on the lips of my pussy, wetting my legs. I could smell my own excitement. I put the red thong back in the drawer, slipped into heels and left the house.
No one saw me leave. The neighborhood is a quiet one. Still, I had hoped that the mailman or package delivery man might be around. If they had talked, it wouldn't have been to the neighbors, but to their own friends far from here. I liked the idea of men talking about me, men that I didn't know, men that would want me.
I slipped slowly into the car. The leather grabbed at my bare ass. The dress had ridden up. I looked down and saw the trim strip of hair above my pussy. I waited a minute, maybe more, hoping that someone would come by, that someone would see, but no one came. I swung my legs in and closed the door.
I didn't know where I was going as I drove away. I didn't know what I was going to do when I got there. All I did know, was that I had never felt so hot, never felt so sexy. I wanted others to know it as well.
I drove down the highway, found my hand resting between my legs, touching, rubbing softly. Anyone looking in could see. I knew that someone would look and when I heard a horn, I looked over to see a truck driver looking back, smiling. I continued rubbing. He continued smiling. Two miles down the road, he turned off. He honked again as he continued out of sight. I continued on, heard more horns, saw more smiles.
I drove into the entrance to a shopping center after a while; pulled into the first parking space I saw and turned off the engine. I had never been there before. No one knew me there. There were people around, going to and from their cars, but not too many and none too close. I'd be safer in back of the stores, but I didn't want to be safe. Maybe someone would see. I knew that was what I really wanted. It was why I was there. I was sexy and hot and someone was going to know it.
I was shaking as I picked up the hairbrush that I had taken from home. I reached down and held myself wide open and began to drive the handle in and out of my sopping pussy. I closed my eyes and concentrated on my own pleasure. The brush moved ever faster. My thumb gently circled the swollen button of my clit. I was close. I moaned, softly at first, then louder. I couldn't help myself. I might have screamed. I don't know, but sometimes when I come and I come hard, I scream. I came hard.
When the shaking stopped and the trembling had subsided, I sat up and opened my eyes. That's when I saw them, at least six, probably more, mostly men, but a couple of women too. They were gathered close about the car, staring through the windows, smiling, with eyes glazed with excitement. They had seen me, seen my pussy and my tits. They had watched as I fucked myself with my brush. They were still watching as I began again, plunging the brush handle faster and harder than ever into my cunt. I kept my eyes open this time, watching the faces of my audience, seeing their excitement build as mine did.
"Do it," a voice said. "Don't stop." said another. Then there was another voice and another and I did all they asked. I came much faster this time, but my orgasm was stronger and seemed to last forever.
They were still there when I looked up, more of them than before. They were all talking, asking for more, offering help, wanting to join me. But I had to go.
They backed away as I started the car. I was turning back onto the highway when the cheering began. The echoes followed me all the way home.
