AWAKENING

Shayne watched Rick pull out of the driveway. She had tried to give him a kiss before he went out the door, but he literally ducked. For the life of her she couldn't remember the last time t hey had been together. She was too fickle for him, he said, a cold and used women. His scathing words made the 32-year-old housewife feel ancient. It didn't help that she knew about his lover, the perky young receptionist whose tight miniskirts that defined her young hot little body. Her perky, non-child bearing breasts poking through her shear tops. Shayne looked at herself in the mirror, her flannel nightie, warm and comfortable. She knew though in her heart that ten years ago she would have never been caught dead in a pair of flannels. She stood there and wondered when she had grown so old, lost interest in her appearance?  When had she lost interest in the passion she and Rick had once shared?  She sighed as she lay on the bed.

As Shayne lay there she began to wonder about Rick and his lover. She began to fantasize about how she imagined them at his office, him watching her as she strolled into his office, her long legs rubbing against him as she brought him his coffee. She imagined him sliding his hand beneath his desk stroking her thigh as she poured his coffee into his cup, grazing the top of her panties as she asked him if there would be anything else. Stroking his hands across her warmness, watching her squirm. Maybe she would bend over his desk revealing her cleavage when taking dictation, him teasing her firm nipples through her shear blouse, Rick sliding his hand underneath rubbing her hardness between his fingers with his hand before drawing her breasts to her mouth, eliciting a moan from her as he lifts her onto the desk, while she slides forward and wraps her legs around him, drawing him close. Softly he messages her nipples until she moans.

Shayne gasped as her heart sped and her body tingled.  She could feel her wetness, dampening her flannel pajamas. She knew the image should disgust her, but instead she placed herself in the role of the woman moaning and thrusting her hips as Rick taunted her into ecstasy. Shayne, not so long ago was that women.

She had almost worked herself to orgasm, when suddenly the doorbell rang, Annoyed, she pulled her hands from her pajamas... and quickly wiped them on the bed sheet.

Shayne realized she was still breathing rather heavily as she walked to the door. She knew that she should compose herself, but she didn't, When she opened the door there stood the UPS man, his name was Doug, per his nametag, an unassuming man in his late 40s who was rather handsome with piercing blue eyes and slightly graying hair. "Special delivery, Mrs. Schneider," he proclaimed, presenting a small box in a plain brown wrapper. "I'll need you to sign for it." "Sure," she purred, taking the clipboard in the same hand she had just used to pleasure herself. As she signed, she realized that the scent of her sex hung in the air. She wondered if Doug noticed and observed him furtively.

He was looking at her rather strangely, and she thought she saw the beginnings of a bulge in his pants. She then realized that at this angle, Doug had full view of her perky right breast, exposed through a wayward fold in her flannel top. Shayne smiled nonchalantly and leaned close to Doug as she handed the clipboard back, making certain her knee brushed the tip of his erection.

Shayne found herself undoing the buttons of her flannel top, as Doug thrust the small package at her. How would you like me to give you a “Special Delivery?” she asked, fully exposing her firm breasts.  Doug found himself speechless, as his erection grew to full height. Not speaking a word, she led him into the kitchen pushing him against the stove, grinding herself into his manliness.  He gently cupped her size 34 DD breasts in his hands and kissed her.  He kissed her softly at first, drawing her closer and feeling the heat from her, as he slid her top from her shoulders.  Shayne began to breathe heavier as his rough hands found there way to her hard nipples. She moaned from deep within herself as he pinched them ever so gently. 

“That feels wonderful”, she moaned as he pinched them a bit harder.

Doug drew himself away from her, and she stood before him like a goddess, a virgin goddess.  His erection pounded inside his pants, like a volcano ready to erupt.  He pressed if face against her pajamas taking in the sweet smell of her as he slid her bottoms to the floor. 

Shayne’s head slid back as Doug’s hands found there way up her thighs…  gently he kissed her… she moaned from deep within herself as he drew his tongue across her silky skin. 

“Oh baby, keep going, please don’t stop,” she purred, as Doug drew himself deeper into her.

Doug was ready to burst as she pulled him up from the floor. His shaft throbbed as Shayne unzipped his pants and removed his throbbing member.  She took it firmly into her hands, and kissed the tip oh so teasingly.

 “Oh god,” he cried as she ran her hot little tongue up and down his enormous shaft. 

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