It Was Blistering Hot Day

It was a blistering hot day, one better spent in doors. It had been like this for nearly 3 months, summers were normally hot but this summer was hotter than normal. The days had been scorching from early in the morning followed by a late after noon shower, just enough to take the bite out of the day, not enough to ease the pain.

She decided to head to her favorite shopping center, the air conditioning provided relief as well as stimulation for her physical and mental pleasures, her decision aided by the gym she walks past on the way from the car park to the shopping center. The gym was the hang out of the local young males who focused on their external image, some over developed bodies, some needing much work but others to her eyes were the perfect male specimen.

She donned her favorite summer dress, light, thin not quite see through, almost a bodice at the top hanging loose from the hips to ankles, a low plunging neckline, buttoned from the top to half way between knee and crutch, hanging open from there down. It had little back to speak of almost all the way to her waste. It was the type of dress she enjoyed wearing without under garments of any kind, it was for her enjoyment no one else. She found the gentle swish as she walked allowed air to flow between her legs very cooling and was slightly arousing, the split allowed the observer a glance high up the inner of the thigh if she walked just right, which she would do with purpose. The bodice cradled her breast with comfort and accentuated her youthful 40+ figure. Her long flowing hair hanging in a loose pony tail swayed as she walked, gently tickling her back.

Sitting at her favorite coffee shop her crossed legs allowed the dress to fall away either side which provided a view of silky smooth skin with just a hint of a tan or was it natural, well toned calves and thighs with a suggestion of what lay just under the button at the bottom of the dress. If you looked carefully, and she knew you would, you could see a deep dark reddish triangle her careful but deliberate position at the table and the way she sat drew the gaze of passing males which almost always resulted with a disciplined look or nudge from their female companion or a silent acknowledgment from male friends. The manager of the shop noticed an increase in patronage during her afternoon attendances, he knew her as another shop owner opposite the elevator. She was a regular not just on the weekend. A new girl, maybe 20, served her, she had started just under 2 weeks ago, no need to place an order, a nod to the young manager and the girl brought over her usual.

The dress and the air conditioning combined with the tickle of her hair gave her goose bumps and provided constant arousal, almost unbearable. Outings like these always resulted in returning home just in time for the afternoon rain sitting on the back porch with her fingers providing a gentle orgasmic release almost in time with the light fall of the rain on the roof. Her journey home was routine, out the door with the large air blower, the cool direct air would envelope her body which caused breasts and nipples to become erect, walking passed the gym to get her visual appetite stimulated, then straight to the car unless the alcove beckoned. The car air conditioner turned on full, the vents directed straight between thighs with the dress pulled up to just cover the now aroused, swollen female pleasure zone, the cool flow of air gently massaging and caressing the area, her carefully manicured mound blowing in the breeze. The 15 minute drive home would feel like hours, barely making home before the rain and the need to satisfy herself on the drive home, which had happened more than once before.

But today……

After her usual stroll around the shopping center she sat for the obligatory delicacies to be served by her favorite young manager, however her usual table was taken, to her wonderful surprise additional tables had been provided to accommodate the influx of people escaping the extreme heat. Disappointment turned to excitement as she was escorted to a table that was situated close to stairs, escalators and a glass elevator, perfect for her exhibitionist desires. There were other vacant tables, but they were secluded, did this young man know of her secret? Normally the tables were well back from this area, the new seating arrangements were in a position that allowed quick thinking males coming up the stairs and escalator to sneak a peek between her legs just as they reached the top, the glass elevator allowed viewing from the time you entered on the ground floor until it arrived at her level, there was a glint in her eye. To her pleasure she noticed more than one young man feign the wrong floor, return to the bottom and ascend the stairs or escalator again. She also noticed a young female use the elevator more than would seem reasonable, on the last time she watched as the young woman would exit the elevator, enter a lingerie store that was opposite, then proceed to walk passed her table with a newly acquired purchase, what had she bought. The girls aroma was intoxicating as she walked passed.

It was getting late, the additional attention she had been given had aroused her more than she could bare, she was about to burst, she had stayed longer than planned and had to be home before the rain started.

Hurrying to the exit the rush of air had the anticipated result on her breasts, they became firm and erect, she was pulsating. The smell of rain was in the air, hurry.

As she walked passed her beloved candy store, a young man exited, the visual candy almost took her over the edge. She had to cross to his side of the road to get to her car, she could see the glistening body glow, induced by a recent workout, not too big not too small toned and firm, lovely.

She crossed the road to walk down the secluded walkway to her car, the walkway where she had been forced to stop in the passed to satisfy her built up urges, she may have to stop today. He walked ahead of her, down the same walkway, not today, why today? The rain is coming she has to make it home, it’s the ritual.

As she turns the corner to the walkway, there he is in all his glistening glory, just standing there facing away from her, he appears to gesture as if signaling to someone. He turns, she pauses, breaths deep, she can feel her nipples rub gently on the inside of her dress, her mound is quivering, exactly what she wants except this time she is not in control, this is her walkway, she makes the rules, she decides when where… but not today.

He steps closer, she takes a step back, strangely into her alcove, the one she has used for her self before, he follows, one more step back and her back is against the wall. A sense of familiarity, she has felt this wall on her back before, but still this is different, she isn’t alone, its not just her, she didn’t just run out of time this time, this is her place.

As her chest heaves again he reaches out gently and caresses her cheek his touch, his touch is to much, her breast heaving never before have they been so hard and erect, her mound impossibly swollen, throbbing, she can feel the dam about to break. With a strong but gentle control he spins her to face the wall, a hand slides over her shoulder, stroking her neck as it disappears into the top of her dress, needing and massaging her aching breast, he reaches around the front of her waist with his other hand gently sliding her dress up her thigh to slowly reach for her pulsating mound, at the same time drawing her back to him. She extends a hand behind her, wanting him reaching for him. NO she whispers, this is my secret place, no man will penetrate me here, turning to face him looking into his eyes as she crouches, he understands.

As she squats with both hands she raises her dress and gathers it around her waist drawing up over her hips so that it falls to the front of her between her thighs leaving her beautiful smooth thighs and buttocks free to the breeze its cool, he unzips and removes his manhood, nothing exceptional but she is pleased.

Taking it in both hands, he is already erect, she leans forward opening her mouth extending her tongue peeling back the foreskin, she licks the underside as she wraps her lips around the head. Its fatter than she thought almost dislocating her jaw, much like a boa engulfing its meal, her mouth stretches to compensate as he drives deeper, its been a while and she struggles.

He withdraws and pushes forward again, this time she finds it easier her jaw muscles relax, lips and cheeks working in unison to suck and massage the head as it draws in and out, deeper each time.

She holds back a gag, determined to satisfy her young conquest, deep in her throat she can feel it pulsing, in out in out, much easier now. A dribble of saliva runs down her chin and down her breast absorbed by the material resulting in a cool patch on her skin. He places both hands on the wall behind her, steadying himself, working in rhythm, separating and coming back together, slow precise, increasing she can feel his growing rhythm and urgency.

Leaving one hand to massage his pulsing balls her other hand reaches between her legs under her dress that is still draped between knees and thigh, another sliver of saliva drips down to her breast, the area is becoming increasingly wet, soaking through to her nipple, a warm gentle breeze is cool on the moist area, it works in keeping them hard.

As she parts her lush manicured bush she can feel him almost ready, not yet, her hand reaches that area, the spot, with her fingers she parts the lips, one finger inserts, then two, wet so wet, her thumb rubs the stub round and round left then right, her fingers fully inserted, working in tandem with her thumb its almost time, she can feel her fluids running down her fingers, she is so wet its dripping from her knuckles.

His increased thrusts is a sign, he uses both hands to brace himself on the wall, she will take everything he has, she feels it hit the back of her throat, he tries to withdraw, for him the job is done, not yet, not for her, she holds him in her mouth working stroking sucking on a straw, not a drop lost, he is dry.

He is totally unaware that she has cum herself while stroking and sucking him dry she has exploded, spraying her hand, her thighs and leaving a puddle of woman juice on the ground, not the first time.

She finally lets him withdraw, one last lick, tucks him away and zips him up. He turns and walks away, not a mutter not a sound not a last look back.

Standing, her dress falls neatly over her smooth cheeks back into position, licking her fingers of every morsel of her sweet sweet nectar, only now does she notice how wet her dress had become from dripping saliva, only one breast, the right one, must have been the angle she had her head tilted.

As she walks back to the car, knees weakened and thighs sore from the sustained squat she can feel her pussy contracting, still dripping, running down the inside of her legs, the rain starts, she slows, she reaches her car fully drenched, now the thin material is totally see through, the outline of her breasts clearly shown as the wet material clings to her body, hugs her, her nipples hard again, her bush visibly defined and her mound starting to throb…again, hurry home dear your not finished yet.

Just as she reaches her car she notices another car approaching, it slows, stops with the passenger side closest to her, the dark tinted window lowers, a hand extends, a female hand.

The extended arm is holding a parcel, she recognizes the girl and her aroma as the one from the elevator and the lingerie bag from her own store, she takes the offering and the car drives off.

The woman climbs into her car and removes the contents of the parcel, a card reads “I thought you might like these”, panties from her store with the tag still on them are wet, soaking, she knows that smell, it’s a woman’s. She holds them in her hand on the drive home, the occasional sniff, a reminder. For the first time she thinks about the touch of a woman, a particular young woman. One hand on the wheel the other still clutching wet panties slides along her thigh careful not to touch her mound, so sensitive, so tempting, she is determined to make it home where she can abandon herself in own desires.