Unspoken Pleasure (erotica)

“God it’s muggy outside,” I moaned after opening the sliding glass door.

Our back yard was bare and not well taken care of. Ever since we decided to put the pool in it seemed everyone lost the desire to do anything with it and we all waited for the construction to start. Unfortunately the construction company was busy because of the summer season and could not start right away. We were forced to wait before they began.

I quickly closed the sliding glass door loosing the desire to go outside and instead went up to my room to get dressed since I was still in my bathrobe. Thinking about Kristy and the fact I had sex with her last night, I rummaged through the closet looking for something to wear. Unfortunately John was already at work preparing reports from his business trip and Kristy was out. Tommy was meeting his friends Tim and Jason to review pictures they were going to put up on their web site and I was home alone.

“Boring…” I whispered at the prospect of spending the whole day by myself.

As I thought of things I could do I noticed a tiny blue dress in the corner of my closet and sighed. It was the dress John bought for me when we first got married. It was the same dress I had on when we made love and created our daughter Kristy. God that seemed like so long ago!

I reached out and held the thin material in my hands feeling how soft and shiny it was. I brought the dress to my nose and inhaled. It still smelled like my perfume with a tiny scent of John. No matter how many times I washed it the dress always held our bodies’ scents.

I walked up to the bed and carefully laid it out on the mattress. I wondered if I could still fit in it since it was years since the last time I wore it. That many years ago fashion was a little different and people wore clothes which did not show off their bodies like they do now, my dress was loose then but maybe… just maybe it would still fit me now!

I dropped the robe letting it fall to the ground and walked up to the dresser completely naked. I scanned my body in the mirror noticing my large breasts were still firm, my stomach tight with just a tiny little tummy showing and my hips… were fuller now. I looked good, sexy to be precise.

What to wear underneath? A bra was out of the question, it was just too damn hot outside. Instead, I focused my attention on my panty drawer. Holding up a pair of thin string panties not even big enough to cover my pussy lips I shook my head.

“Too slutty…” I murmured.

Maybe if I was going out with Tommy, or even Kristy, but not now… not around the house. I looked further tossing aside panties which I didn’t like and held up a pair I didn’t know I had.

“Where did these come from?” I asked myself holding the intriguing panties up.

They were red and lacy with a small but solid triangle in the front and a thin string in the back wrapping around to a thin waistband. What made them stand out was the opening in the middle of the triangle piece which covered the crotch! The opening was long enough to imitate the length of a woman’s pussy with one piece of material overlapping the other. Although the edges of the opening overlapped, one could easily slide them apart and expose what was underneath. They were… crotch-less panties made for… for fucking with panties on!

The problem was I did not remember owning them! Where did they come from? Kristy? Did my daughter wear provocatively sexy undergarments like this? I wasn’t sure, Gina had some clothes in Tommy’s room for when she spent nights over maybe they were hers? From the two possibilities, the latter one seemed more likely.

I looked at them closer and my heart began beating faster. It didn’t look like the panties were washed; I could make out a whitish residue in the middle of the gusset! A residue that could only be wetness from another woman’s pussy!

Although I was alone, I looked at the partially open door to make sure no one was peeking and brought the panties to my nose. I inhaled deeply closing my eyes as the intimate aroma of a woman’s pussy drifted into my lungs.

“Gina…” I whispered opening my eyes.

It was Gina; they were her panties, her juices crusted in the middle of them. I inhaled again covering my mouth with them and enjoyed the scent of the young girl for a moment longer feeling the all too familiar wetness forming between my own pussy lips. Why did she do that? She must have placed them in my drawer when I wasn’t here. I looked in the mirror and noticed how hard my nipples were, how heavy my breasts rose and fell, how wet my pussy lips already looked.

It was weird but I wanted to deposit my own juices on them, I wanted my pussy to rub against the girl’s juices… to mix with hers… to… to become one. I stepped into the panties and pulled them up noticing how tight they were. Gina did not have the hips I had and the waistband quickly dug into my soft skin. The triangle material was small on me but still covered my pussy sufficiently the only thing was, the opening materials were now barely meeting instead of overlapping each other like it was intended. The result was my dark pussy lips occasionally peeking through the slit in the material when my legs were slightly apart.

That didn’t bother me too much as I was the only one looking and turning around I admired my ass which was completely visible with the thin string completely lost between my sexy ass cheeks. If Gina wanted to play this game I would too. Deciding to wear them all day I walked up to the bed and slid the tiny blue dress up. The front of the dress had buttons but only down to the waist at which point the dress sexily wrapped around my hips hugging them and stopped a little shorter then I would have normally liked. Hmmm… I guess I did not have my girlish figure anymore, the bottom edge of the dress stopped at my upper thighs covering my crotch and a few inches below it.

Shrugging my shoulders I looked at my breasts which were still exposed. Buttoning the buttons I managed to cover them with the dress but could not stop them from trying to rip the buttons off. Hmmm… I guess I had bigger tits now too. I ended up loosening the top buttons to below my boob line exposing my whole cleavage and inner sides of my breasts just so the buttons would not pop off! I walked up to the mirror and smiled.

I looked hot, sexy, and provocative! One more thing! I ran to the closet and scanning my shoes quickly decided on a pair of high heels which matched my dress. Blue but a different shade. I put them on and carefully walked up to the mirror again.

“Oh my god!” I whispered admiring myself in the mirror.

I was already tall with long, sexy legs but putting on that dress… and those high heels made me look taller… sexier. I twirled around like a model looking at myself and made sure I didn’t fall in those tall heels, I liked what I saw, I was… I was turning myself on! Licking my lips I looked around the room for something to fuck. My vibrator was buried deep in a shoebox on the top shelf of my closet and I needed something quick!

I separated my legs a bit and slid my hand under the dress. Lifting it slightly and watching myself in the mirror I gasped at the site of my pussy lips protruding from between the material. They were wet! I stretched my index finger and slid it along my opening scooping up the moisture gathered there. I brought my wet finger to my lips opening my mouth and watching myself in the mirror when… the phone rang!

I jumped startled and quickly lowered my hand. It rang again.

“Damn it!” I said aloud frustrated at the sudden interruption.

The phone rang again, it would not stop. I quickly walked up to the phone and picked it up.

“Hallo!” I said impatiently.

“Kate? Hi, this is Betty,” A young voice said at the other end.Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Betty! The young sexy girl from the sex shop!

“Oh Hi Betty, how are you?” I asked trying to mask my excitement.

“I’m good, I figured I’d give you a call to see what you and Kristy were up to.” She replied.

“Oh, just doing a little house cleaning, organizing the closet, that sort of thing and Kristy is out visiting a friend,” I lied.

I didn’t want to tell her I was about to fuck myself with… with something.

“That’s boring!” She hit the nail on the head.

“Why don’t you come down to the shop? I have some new products I’m showing off, I could use your help and it would be fun. You should see some of the stuff I got,” She laughed.

I liked her laugh, it rang with melody and emanated happiness which was catchy.

“Stuff? What stuff?” My curiosity immediately picked up.

“Well come down and take a peek. You’ll like it.”

“Stuff” as Betty referred to it could only be sex toys. Sex toys I so badly needed at the moment because I was so damn turned on and by myself!

“Ahhh, sounds interesting. Give me half an hour and I’ll be there,” I calmly answered but inside I was already extremely excited.

“Great! I’ll see you here,” She said and hung up.