I thought I'd give this a try... and see if I could write something and here is the first chapter, a blend of fiction and fantasy. :tongue:
Chapter 1
As Violet stepped out of the shower, she reached for a towel and started drying off in front of the bathroom mirror. Then she carefully applied body lotion to her summer tan skin. This part of her day was normally hurried, with the television on CNN in the background and a cup of coffee standing nearby, but today she took a few minutes to study het reflection in the mirror.
Violet was ordinary looking, in her opinion. She was tall, shortish blond hair, green eyes. She went to the gym three times a week and her 45 year old body was well toned. She smoothed the body lotion over her big breasts, stroking over her small, very sensitive pink nipples, still standing out and hard, as she had masturbated in the shower. Her waist was nice in her opinion and then her eyes went down to her hips and the mound of her pussy, the small bush of well trimmed hair above the fat smoothly shaved lips. Her legs were reasonably shapely and she loved painting her toenails in bright summery colours.
Violet hadnt, in a long time, paid so much attention to her appearance. There was no man in Violets life since her divorce a few years earlier. A brief, but very sweet affair since then, only lasted a few months. This enforced celibacy was difficult for her because she was highly sexual but she was a bit shy and a quiet woman. She kept a small collection of sex toys in her bedside drawer and she used them often for release of the sexual tension which built up in her body. When she was home she loved being naked. Her apartment had a small garden and she used to keep her all over summer tan by working in her garden in her bikini and sometimes, when she was sure that her neighbours werent home, nude.
She stepped into her walk in cupboard, no thought needed about her clothes as she wore business suits to work. They hung neatly in a row, from pale dove grey through to navy blue, black and even red, the blouses that she wore, cotton, silk and satin, mostly button down. Her great indulgence was her under clothes, drawers full of g-strings, all colours, sometimes lacy, all very small. Her 38E bras were all half cup, showing off her big breasts to perfection. Violet was well aware of the reaction her cleavage had on men and her still hard nipples, clearly visible through the lace of her bra and her white cotton shirt added to any innocent teasing, which she loved. She slipped on her new high heels, showing off her neat and shapely feet.
She dashed out, grabbing car keys and purse on the way, her jacket almost forgotten in the rush of the moment. She didnt want to be late. Passing the doorman in the lobby, she flashed him a lovely smile as she noticed his eyes fixed on her bouncy breasts.
This was Violets well ordered, routine life. Work at the small construction company that she owned, quiet evenings at home, gym, movies and an occasional meal out with friends over weekends. Since her divorce she had started taking three or four short vacation weekends during the year, with her annual vacation in December. She loved travelling and had over the years taken trips to the Mediterranean, Greece and Italy, Ireland and the south Indian Ocean Islands. She always went on these breaks alone... and she changed into the always, horny, hot Violet, always on the lookout for a big cock to fuck, on these holidays. Gone was the wealthy, conservative, hard working woman and all that was left was Violet and her ever wet and ready pussy.
Chapter 1
As Violet stepped out of the shower, she reached for a towel and started drying off in front of the bathroom mirror. Then she carefully applied body lotion to her summer tan skin. This part of her day was normally hurried, with the television on CNN in the background and a cup of coffee standing nearby, but today she took a few minutes to study het reflection in the mirror.
Violet was ordinary looking, in her opinion. She was tall, shortish blond hair, green eyes. She went to the gym three times a week and her 45 year old body was well toned. She smoothed the body lotion over her big breasts, stroking over her small, very sensitive pink nipples, still standing out and hard, as she had masturbated in the shower. Her waist was nice in her opinion and then her eyes went down to her hips and the mound of her pussy, the small bush of well trimmed hair above the fat smoothly shaved lips. Her legs were reasonably shapely and she loved painting her toenails in bright summery colours.
Violet hadnt, in a long time, paid so much attention to her appearance. There was no man in Violets life since her divorce a few years earlier. A brief, but very sweet affair since then, only lasted a few months. This enforced celibacy was difficult for her because she was highly sexual but she was a bit shy and a quiet woman. She kept a small collection of sex toys in her bedside drawer and she used them often for release of the sexual tension which built up in her body. When she was home she loved being naked. Her apartment had a small garden and she used to keep her all over summer tan by working in her garden in her bikini and sometimes, when she was sure that her neighbours werent home, nude.
She stepped into her walk in cupboard, no thought needed about her clothes as she wore business suits to work. They hung neatly in a row, from pale dove grey through to navy blue, black and even red, the blouses that she wore, cotton, silk and satin, mostly button down. Her great indulgence was her under clothes, drawers full of g-strings, all colours, sometimes lacy, all very small. Her 38E bras were all half cup, showing off her big breasts to perfection. Violet was well aware of the reaction her cleavage had on men and her still hard nipples, clearly visible through the lace of her bra and her white cotton shirt added to any innocent teasing, which she loved. She slipped on her new high heels, showing off her neat and shapely feet.
She dashed out, grabbing car keys and purse on the way, her jacket almost forgotten in the rush of the moment. She didnt want to be late. Passing the doorman in the lobby, she flashed him a lovely smile as she noticed his eyes fixed on her bouncy breasts.
This was Violets well ordered, routine life. Work at the small construction company that she owned, quiet evenings at home, gym, movies and an occasional meal out with friends over weekends. Since her divorce she had started taking three or four short vacation weekends during the year, with her annual vacation in December. She loved travelling and had over the years taken trips to the Mediterranean, Greece and Italy, Ireland and the south Indian Ocean Islands. She always went on these breaks alone... and she changed into the always, horny, hot Violet, always on the lookout for a big cock to fuck, on these holidays. Gone was the wealthy, conservative, hard working woman and all that was left was Violet and her ever wet and ready pussy.
