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Awakening
by DaveB (address withheld)

***

A mature married woman realizes the thrill of 
masturbation and exhibitionism. (MF, exh, voy, mast)

***

Written from the perspective of a married woman.

I was weary. The conference has dragged on and post-
conference meetings had rather boringly ensued, so much 
so that I sat there gazing out the window and mused on 
my life up to its present day. Dave and I had married 
relatively young and for both of us were each others 
first love. Our honeymoon was marvelous and Dave was 
all that a young women could desire, tall athletic and 
very handsome, dynamic and adventurous in bed, so much 
so that I enjoyed the envious looks my female friends 
would bestow on him and think to myself hands off he's 
mine! 

Dave was very attentive and caring towards me and we 
had two children quickly. The joy of motherhood 
engulfed me and I loved the time and devotion I 
lavished on them as they grew. The time I needed to 
spend with them diminished as they grew and found 
myself some part time work in advertising which slowly 
grew into a full time job as the children matured and 
set forth on their own lives. 

Dave in the meantime work hard in developing his 
landscaping business into a fairly large organization 
which seemed to eat into whatever spare time he had. 
His rugby playing diminished as he matured, something 
which I didn't mind as some of his friends were a bit 
coarse and he went to golf but the business growth soon 
put and end to that.

I in the meantime had time to go to the gym and work 
out and the exercise soon returned my form back to 
pretty well about my girlhood figure, as accomplishment 
not lost on Dave as he would often complement me on the 
way I looked and praised my figure. I sometimes looked 
in the full length mirror in our bedroom and could see 
that Dave did indeed have reason to be proud. My 
stomach was flat and, thanks to years of wearing good 
bra my breasts were still firm and high and just the 
right size, but matured from the days of a teenager. 

Dave would often comment how other married men would 
sneak admiring glances at me as we went to social 
occasions, and also see their wives frown as they 
caught them at it. Some of the men had even made passes 
at me but I was in love with my husband and paid them 
no heed, not that I didn't appreciate their attention.

Lately however Dave was working harder and harder and 
our quality time together faded, our love making was 
usually brief, not very satisfying and less often than 
I desired, a fact that I thought was fairly common 
among couples at our stage of life and I found myself 
musing at times about how I wish we could go back to 
our earlier more sensual days. 

Lately I have resorted to pleasuring myself in order to 
release my sexual tension and to avoid any stress on 
our marriage. I usually do this in our bedroom after 
Dave has gone to work as it feels naughty and slightly 
unfaithful in a way and I wouldn't want him to know 
that I do it. My fantasies ranged far and wide in the 
privacy of our bedroom and covered many situations from 
innocent schoolgirl petting, pretending to spurn their 
advances, to being coerced into sex, only apparently 
unwilling. 

These fantasies were usually satisfying and made me 
content. The more intense emotions came from a 
voyeuristic situation when I would dress myself in 
everyday clothes, a dress or a skirt and blouse, never 
slacks and imagine I was being watched as I lay on the 
bed, pretending to tease my "audience" as I thought of 
"him" watching my every move from my growing arousal as 
I stroked my body through my clothes and proceeded to 
advance slowly forward imagining the pleasure he was 
getting from the view of my increasing arousal and 
gradual progression of my "show" as I slowly allowed 
myself to succumb to my inhibitions, drag my dress up 
my thighs and allow more and more of my body to be 
exposed, which greatly enhanced my feelings that grew 
and grew.

Thinking of him rubbing and stroking his erect penis as 
he saw the pleasure I was giving myself, The emotion of 
naughtiness enhanced my feeling as I lay on the bed, my 
blouse open, bra undone, my erect nipples point to the 
ceiling, my dress and slip high up on my hips, my 
panties halfway down my thighs, my legs wide open and 
my knees bent, pleasuring myself before experiencing 
unusually intense orgasms, imagining him ejaculating at 
the same time, as his semen shot forth from his cock. 

I enjoyed these the most and would try to hold the 
moment as long as possible for myself, usually feeling 
quite exhausted from my strong orgasm. But I didn't 
really understand why I should feel like that, I was 
always careful about the way I sat and dressed and I 
knew that no man had ever seen anything that could be 
considered as revealing. I was always so aware to be 
careful about crossing my legs and always kept my knees 
modestly together and although I wore attractive 
underwear it was never seen by any other male but my 
husband. 

I was sure that no man had ever seen any part of me 
that could be thought of as evocative in the way I 
behaved, excluding my Dave of course, as I would 
occasionally flash him with a peek up my skirt and 
sometimes even when we were in company if I could 
manage it, but always carefully so that nobody ever 
knew what I was up to, I would have been very 
embarrassed if anyone had seen me doing this. 

I loved to see the look of surprise on his face that 
would quickly change to a knowing smile as the usually 
brief show passed, leaving me with a little twinge of 
excitement at what I had done. I had even practiced in 
front of our bedroom mirror, experimenting to see how 
much he would be able to see. I would change my dress 
or skirt to see which colour or fabric would offer the 
better shot and also tried various coloured panties and 
material, nylon satin or cotton to see which would 
afford the most pleasurable vision for Dave. 

These sessions would usually end up with my 
masturbating as I found performing and changing clothes 
in front of the mirror would leave me moist and aroused 
from the visions I would see looking back at me as well 
as the thought of deliberately planning to expose parts 
of myself to my husband. 

The sight of the tantalizing view up my skirt with my 
rounded thighs slightly parted just revealing my 
panties and crossing my legs reflecting back from the 
mirror would slowly arouse me as I tried other outfits 
to potentially tease my Dave. The lighter coloured 
summer dresses allowed the better sights as they let 
more light through but more especially front buttoning 
summer frocks are the most revealing as the gaps 
between to buttons would allow much more light through 
to my thighs and even to my panties which would be 
highly visible and even allow a glimpse of the shadow 
of my pubes when wearing slightly transparent nylons 
panties which I thought looked the best up the valley 
of my thighs It makes me moist to think of the pleasure 
I still get from these little episodes.

During one of these meetings I looked about at my 
colleagues, and saw a wide range of personalities, the 
work dedicated ones who slaved away and their reward 
was a pat on the head from the principal, others who 
just treated it as a pastime, those who seemed to have 
lucrative contracts fall into their laps and seemed to 
coast into management easily still others who seem to 
think they are god's gift to women and hit on any 
available female seeming to think they are 
irresistible, these people I avoid as they are so false 
and untrustworthy and so transparent.

There are also the women in the company and they fall 
roughly into the same categories but with the added 
venom that only women have! I decided then it was time 
to fan the embers of our relationship and I went out to 
a lingerie shop to see what was available as a new 
wrapping for my body was needed. Well the range of 
sensual undergarments was astounding and I had much 
trouble in selecting what I thought would create the 
desired effect and eventually purchased a range that I 
was sure would inflame Dave's libido.

I went back to the hotel and bathed luxuriously in the 
ornate surroundings that only hotels can provide and 
lying back in the perfumed bubble bath decided about 
how I was going to seduce Dave. I shaved my legs and 
bikini line enjoying the sensation of massaging my 
slender well formed legs and thighs, a sight my husband 
always enjoyed, my plan was simple, I would come out of 
the airport in my business suite and greet him, my 
jacket would be undone so if was observant enough he 
would see my new semi transparent blouse and a hint of 
my new bra underneath, then as he held the car door 
open for me.

He was always a gentleman, I would slide my legs, 
slightly immodestly of course, in the door but not so 
quickly that he could not fail to notice that I was 
wearing stockings as I subtly flashed him, and in the 
car my skirt would ride up apparently unnoticed, and my 
legs would part a little and hopefully gain his 
attention. Lying in the bath I mentally rehearsed the 
way I could accomplish this without being to obvious 
and knew I could do it.

The tiredness I felt and the warm caressing bubbles 
plus the glass of wine I was drinking made me feel 
languid and sexy and the tingle that went through my 
body made me squeeze and rub my thighs together in 
anticipation and I knew I was really looking forward to 
the task of seducing my husband. I closed my eyes and 
pictured the glimpsed the erotic snapshots I would 
provide for his eyes, sliding into the car seat, 
feeling the cool evening air on my naked thighs above 
my stockings, feeling my thighs rubbing together 
sensually, enjoying the naughtiness of parting my legs 
on the way home and feeling my skirt tight across my 
thighs, moving about in the seat to encourage my skirt 
to slide up my legs to tantalize Dave with the sight of 
my stocking tops peeping out under the hem of my skirt.

I dressed in my treasure trove of lingerie and after 
perfuming myself in his, and my favorite fragrance and 
slipped on my new garter belt, a delicate item with 
just enough lace to be attractive but not so much as to 
be tarty, reached into the bag and took out the black 
sheer stockings and gently rolled them up my smooth 
legs and snapped then into place with the silver 
suspender clasps, next came the beautiful bra, a sexy 
half cup number that only just covered my nipples, 
finally the sheer panties seductively slid up my thighs 
to cover but not completely hide my neatly trimmed 
pussy. 

I found a mirror on the wardrobe door and stood there 
and admired the effect I had created and it did look 
good. I slowly stroked by body, lightly caressing my 
breasts, feeling my nipples press in response against 
the lacy material of my bra at the attention they were 
receiving, then down over my tummy and thighs and back 
up between my thighs relishing the feel the suspenders 
and of my naked thighs above my stocking tops and 
thought how sensual in felt in comparison to wearing 
pantyhose, and up and lightly massage my pubic mound 
feeling my silky patch under the smooth panties. 

I bathed momentarily in the erotic vision reflected 
back at me by the mirror my pretty white underwear, 
dark stockings and lightly tanned flesh contrasting 
seductively. I slipped my skirt up my legs, donned the 
semi sheer blouse, deciding to leave one more button 
undone than necessary, put on my sling back black heels 
and lastly my jacket, and again looking in the mirror 
to see myself as his more demure wife, but with a 
secret waiting underneath for my unsuspecting husband 
and felt a flutter pass through my stomach as I 
smoothed my skirt over my thighs, smiling to myself as 
I felt the bumps of the suspender clips under my palms.

I settled the hotel bill and requested a taxi informing 
the desk of my flight time only to be told the flight 
had been cancelled and the next flight was leaving at 
11.30pm but I was welcome to wait in a small reading 
room and wait for a taxi which they had booked for me, 
I was deflated and I sighed as I realized that my 
little plan was falling apart. He brought me a hot cup 
of coffee, a glass of port and some magazines to read 
saying that when the taxi arrived he would come to the 
outside door which I could leave through and close 
behind me as it was a one way door. 

Well, there I was pleasantly tired, with reading 
material a cup of coffee, a port, and two and a half 
hours to kill, not to mention feeling sexy, very aware 
of my sexy under attire awaiting my husband's approval. 
I drank the coffee, started to read and sip the port. 
Shortly the receptionist let in another guest and said 
much the same about his flight being delayed till 
midnight and he was welcome to wait as there were no 
more people to check out. As I was reading I didn't pay 
any attention to the other person sitting across from 
me and continued with the article that interested me. 
The wine I had earlier in the evening and the port had 
made me drowsy and soon my eyes closed as my magazine 
rested on my lap. 

Some time later I roused from my nap and slowly became 
awake to look about the room, on the seat across from 
me there sat a man about fifty plus looking fairly 
distinguished and moderately attractive, I glanced down 
to my magazine and to my embarrassment as I was 
sleeping I must have slid down in the seat raising my 
skirt somewhat to expose a bit too much thigh to be 
modest, but also my legs had parted of good few inches 
and as I was facing the light my room companion must 
have had a good eyeful up my skirt and surely a glimpse 
of the surprises intended only for my husbands eyes to 
gaze upon. 

I was quite horrified at my inadvertent display I had 
unknowingly provided the other person in the room. 
Avoiding moving quickly I carefully sat up pushing my 
skirt down and modestly put my knees together and to 
the side, I was sure I was blushing profusely but could 
not see any reaction from the man across from me as his 
face was in shadow. I hid my embarrassment behind the 
magazine and went on reading. Just then the deskman 
came in and spoke to him saying the hotel was closing 
and he could leave much the same as I had been told, he 
thanked the clerk and as he moved forward I could see 
he had very dark spectacles on and then I realized he 
was blind when I also saw his white cane. 

After a while I thought back to how silly I had 
reacted, but also became aware of what an erotic 
situation it had been and felt a little twinge of 
excitement creeping up on me as some of my masturbation 
fantasies flashed before me. I could not believe how 
ideal this scenario matched my sexual imagination, what 
better or safer audience could I have, a blind man, in 
an anonymous hotel room with almost no possibility of 
being interrupted. The sensual feeling kept creeping on 
me no doubt fuelled by the wine and port but also the 
sexy underwear, the stockings I was wearing as well as 
the anticipation of seeing Dave and the evening I had 
hoped we would have had, and also the reason I was 
wearing them. 

I continued to read but after a few minutes I kept 
glancing over to the man, sitting there so impassively, 
almost statue like. His outline, for that was all I 
could see of him, was manly and certainly attractive 
and I found myself looking at him openly and boldly, 
knowing full well that I was not going to be caught out 
and embarrassed, studying the firm chin, the way he 
carried his head, and his general demeanor indicated he 
was probably a manager with some authority. As I gazed 
at his silhouette, the situation of ten minutes ago 
came back into my mind, that I had inadvertently 
allowed him to "see" up my skirt, to see what a woman 
wants no, well almost no other male to see. 

There was no denying the tiny flutter growing in my 
stomach as this thought lingered in my mind. So I 
thought, what the hell, turned my legs gently so the 
were pointed directly at him, my skirt rising a couple 
of inches and sat still for several minutes, imagining 
my peeper, his eyes fixed on my knees, trying to will 
me into relaxing myself and perhaps let my knee drop a 
bit, this I did and knew what he could "see" as I had 
practiced such a movement in the privacy of my bedroom, 
to allow a glimpse up the shadowy valley beneath my 
skirt. 

I stayed like this several minutes as the fluttering in 
my chest traveled down to my stomach. I then, ever so 
slowly allowed my other knee to drift open, just a 
little, making sure that they were facing him and 
enjoyed the growing situation, bathing in the 
sensuality of being so brazen in front of another male 
but also knowing I was safe because he couldn't see the 
shadowy vision between my parted legs that I was 
offering him. I pictured the view he could observe as I 
had seen in my bedroom mirror at home when masturbating 
to my fantasies. 

I waited till traffic went by and used the sound to 
hide the fact that I crossed my legs as my nylons 
hissed quietly as they rubbed together, not carefully 
as a lady should but more openly knowing he could "see" 
the view I offered to him. As more vehicles passed I 
continued to tantalize my unseeing companion but more 
likely myself by crossing my legs more and more 
overtly, lifting my knee higher each pass and bathing 
in the erotic scene I had contrived. "Do you like 
looking up my skirt... can you see the stockings I am 
wearing... would you like to see more?" I silently 
whispered to myself. 

By now I was feeling quite aroused and could not deny 
the heat forming in my panties. I couldn't believe that 
I had the opportunity to put safely into action the 
little visions I had practiced at home in front of my 
mirror, and I knew what he couldn't see, all this was 
extremely arousing to me not only to act out my 
fantasies but with the assurance that I was completely 
anonymous to the man who was the beneficiary of my 
desire. 

All the time I slid ever so slightly down the chair 
which had the effect of sliding my skirt up and 
combined with my leg crossing was showing a generous 
amount of my upper limbs, to expose fleeting snapshots 
of the white triangle of my new sexy white panties, not 
to mention the intensely sensual feeling of my bare 
thighs above my stockings rubbing together and taking 
the opportunity of squeezing them together as well. 

By now I was getting into the moment so undid my jacket 
"showing" him my light blouse with my lacy bra clearly 
visible underneath and undid another button to he could 
"see" my cleavage. My arousal was growing, displaying 
myself, a demure married women in her thirties behaving 
so blatantly in front of another man, almost inviting 
him to gaze on my increasingly aroused body and 
taunting him, the fact that he was blind gave me the 
boldness to be so naughty, to expose myself to a man 
who was not my husband. 

My breathing was starting to become more erratic and I 
had to open my mouth so there wasn't so much sound and 
this also added more excitement to my feelings As I 
glanced down I could see the tops of my stocking mid 
thigh and the bumps in my skirt that hid the suspender 
clasps and, I then knew I wanted him to see more, much 
more. 

So, with a gentle sigh I surrendered to my arousal and 
let my legs slowly drift further apart so that my skirt 
was tight across my thighs and knew that everything 
under my dress was there for him to "look" upon, all my 
secrets, my stocking clad thighs, the naked flesh 
above, my suspenders, my sex covered only by the now 
moist sheer material of my panties, were all on display 
for this stranger, I couldn't believe that is was me 
doing this, that somehow there was another being inside 
me inciting such lewd behavior, overcoming my reserve 
and nature, but the intensity of my emotions had 
overruled my modesty completely!

I lifted my hands to my breasts and stroked them 
lightly, feeling my nipples respond quickly and push 
through my bra and blouse into my palm of my hands, Oh 
I felt so wicked as my breathing increased and my chest 
rose a fell more and more, and soon the fantasy 
engulfed me and swept me along its erotic path sending 
my hands slowly down stroking over my thighs and slip 
my skirt slowly up over my stocking tops past my 
suspenders and exposing the bare pale flesh above, the 
sensation of doing this was so intense I had to will 
myself not to gasp as my skirt slid sensually and 
slowly up my bare sensitive thighs.

All the time I kept looking at him but never saw him 
react as he sat there his face to the side and resting 
his hands on his cane. I looked to my lap and could see 
all of my naked thighs, the lacy straps of my 
suspenders, and the tip of my new snow white satin 
panties peeping out, I eased my thighs even further 
apart and was tempted to say to him, "Do you see my 
skirt pulled up over my bare thighs, do you see my dark 
stockings, the pretty white lace of my suspenders 
across my naked thighs disappearing under my panties, I 
bought all this purposefully to excite a man, can you 
see my pretty panties, I specially bought them for only 
one man to see, my husband,  do you see my legs spread 
wide for you, can you see the satin of my pretty white 
panties getting wet with my desire, my arousal, shall I 
undo my blouse and let you see my breasts, covered by 
my pretty lacy bra with my nipples hard and erect, 
would you like me to tease my titties for you." 

But I didn't, those words they would stay locked up in 
my mind only for me to know, but even the thought of 
saying these naughty words inflamed my eroticism to a 
higher level, as I closed my eyes and fought to keep my 
breathing under control My hands then crept up to my 
blouse and slowly undid each button, one by one, 
teasing my innocent companion in lust, opening my 
blouse, uncovering the rest of my sexy underwear. 

I caressed my breasts through the sheer lacy material 
as they strained against their confinement, I then 
slipped my hands into each cup and gently squeezed each 
hardened nipple before revealing them for his approval 
by unsnapping the front opening clasp. The cool evening 
air making my nipples pucker even more becoming 
deliciously sensitive peaks. 

My desire was now complete and I knew I would have to 
satisfy myself and did not wait for the passing cars to 
hide my actions, my left hand strayed down to my thighs 
and ran my nails over their heated smooth bare flesh 
moving me up to yet another plane of arousal as I 
massaged and pinched the inside of my naked sensitive 
thighs for several minutes my feelings building and 
building my breathing deeper and deeper as my thighs 
trembled and swayed at the attention they were 
receiving.

Soon my hands which I didn't seem to have any control 
of slowly and surely moved up to the front of my 
panties to massage my pubic mound, found their way to 
my rapidly moistening cleft and stroked up and down 
over the smooth material as I bit my lip at the 
feeling, encouraging a release of more wetness, then 
sliding my skirt up over my hips, slipped under the bow 
on the elastic of my knickers and down over my smooth 
stomach and into my soft downy bush then further to my 
pussy lips and a gasp escaped from me as I contacted my 
sensitive clitoris. 

My companion then moved for the first time, almost 
imperceptibly and cocked his head slightly to the side, 
as it came to mind that a blind person usually has 
acute hearing and he could surely "see" very clearly 
the performance I was delivering. I dropped all my 
reservation and openly masturbated myself for this 
stranger.

I lifted my breast to my lips and licked my nipple till 
it was wet and slippery then proceeded to squeeze and 
hurt it which made me inhale sharply, sending little 
bolts through my stomach to the heated junction of my 
thighs, my fingers found their way into my hot dewy 
slit, slipping in easily as I was so wet, and I thrust 
two fingers in, causing my hips to rise up welcoming 
their assault, it was so sensual to look down and see 
the front of my satin panties rippling with the 
movements of my hand inside as it worked its magic on 
my secret place and my hips straining and rocking 
provocatively toward my unseeing audience. I was 
moaning quite loudly by now but was too absorbed in my 
lust to care. 

Finally it became too much for me and I went over the 
edge keening noisily and clamping my thighs together 
trapping my hand under my panties as it completed its 
work. I thrust and moaned for what seemed like minutes 
as the best orgasm I had experienced for ages washed 
over me and seemed to get stronger before fading, 
leaving me gasping and panting, chest heaving and my 
writhing body now relaxing but still twitching from the 
intensity of the occasion. 

As I lay there spent and exhausted, I slowly came 
around, opening my eyes and with a start realized what 
I had done, a demure and loyal wife and mother, happily 
married with a good man for a husband, was lying on a 
hotel sofa, my blouse and bra undone with my naked 
breasts open to view, squeezing my aroused tits, my 
skirt pulled up and rucked around my hips, my stocking 
clad legs and thighs spread wide, and my hand thrust 
deep inside my pretty white panties, brazenly 
masturbating myself in front of a complete stranger in 
sexy underwear intended only for my husbands pleasure. 
What on earth would anyone think, how would Dave react? 
I couldn't even begin to imagine how he would react, 
but I knew that nobody would ever know of this as it 
would remain my, well our secret, me and my anonymous 
partner.

Eventually my breathing returned to normal as I lay 
there recovering from my intense feelings, watching my 
companion, wondering how much pleasure he had 
experienced, had his balls tightened, had his penis 
grown stiff with desire, for me, I wanted to ask him if 
I had affected so. I could see him breathing more 
deeply now so I knew I had stimulated him somewhat, and 
it pleased my to know that, but I would never know how 
much as he had not really reacted in anyway obvious 
whatsoever and there was no way I would ask him! But I 
was enjoying the afterglow of the event reveling in the 
sensuous feeling of lying there in my semi nude state 
for the appreciation of my blind "unseeing" partner 
looking at me and feeling sorry for the gentleman as he 
had "seen" an event that no other living soul, not even 
my dear husband had witnessed.

I slowly sat up and did up my bra and blouse and 
rearranged the rest of my clothing and smoothed my 
skirt down over my stockings, glancing at my watch saw 
it was time for my taxi. My lustfulness was not quite 
spent and as the taxi arrived I got up walked close by 
my companion in secret and as I passed I dropped my 
moist warm delicate satin panties onto his hands on his 
cane, He quickly smiled and mouthed "thank you". As I 
went through the door I couldn't resist looking back 
only to see him press my delicate white panties to his 
nose and inhale the fragrance of a woman in lust – my 
fragrance, and once more a thrill went through my body.

Dave never knew anything of this and never will, and as 
the plane was very late and we were both tired we 
quickly went to bed and to sleep, I woke up in the 
middle of the night and with Dave sound asleep beside 
me relived those glorious lust filled moments in that 
hotel room, a smile spread over my face as I thought 
what my companion in lust would be probably doing with 
my panties. I'll bet he was stroking the dainty silky 
white material, still moist with my pussy juices, up 
and down his stiff cock as he visualized that intensely 
erotic scene in the hotel waiting room, and my smile 
broadened as my pretty panties were probably very wet 
with his love juices that he would have ejaculated into 
them and mixed his with mine! 

The thought of my delicate white panties still moist 
from my passion now probably soaked with his semen 
almost caused me to moan out loud as I thought of what 
he could be doing it into my personal garment that had 
covered the most intimate part of my body. I moved 
gently away from my husband in order not to disturb him 
as my sensual feelings began to overtake me and I knew 
that I was going to indulge my desires again. The fact 
that Dave was sound asleep beside me only a few inches 
away simply inflamed me more as the naughty emotions 
kept sweeping up on me I didn't resist as my hand found 
my moistness between my thighs as I gently caressed my 
hardened nipples and squeezed my tender breasts, with 
my fingers once again invading my most secret place and 
repeated the ecstasy be it in a more subdued and quiet 
manner, gently spreading my legs and letting an intense 
orgasm wash over me yet again.

I envisaged the scene that he could have seen and I 
resolved to recreate it again in front of my mirror and 
to witness the pleasure it gave me, and to see the 
performance I had given to him. It felt so wicked, and 
so erotic to do such an act next to my peacefully 
sleeping husband as the bed shifted slightly as my hips 
rocked welcoming their invasion, and the fluid sounds 
of my fingers working their magic and my inflamed wet 
womanhood. 

I lay there breathing deeply coming down from my 
orgasm, I wondered why I had so much pleasure from the 
experience and a flurry of emotions ran through me as 
some of the explanations came to mind I smiled widely 
to myself and thought that there could be a possibility 
that it might happen again, the naughtiness of the 
vision again sent a thrill through me almost in 
anticipation of it happening as I clutched my breasts 
gently squeezing them as my fragrance of my lust wafted 
up to my nose, then I couldn't resist the temptation 
and tasted my fingers, a sensation I knew I would try 
again one day, and before I went back to sleep I 
hatched a plan and knew with this new experience how I 
could spice up our sex lives. Or maybe just mine!

END

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