It is Saturday night and Angel is getting ready to go out on the town with her friends. She has her favorite exercise video in the DVD player and is standing legs spread, weights in hand, bending at the waist, side to side. Inhaling and exhaling, inhaling and exhaling, she is dripping perspiration. Lifting her tiny tee shirt up to her brow to wipe away the droplets that have formed there; her breasts just barely peeking out from under it; she catches her reflection in the mirror and smiles. Finishing the video, she moves to the bathroom for her much-deserved shower.
Standing in the shower stall she lathers her hands with the expensive vanilla shower gel she loves so well. Bringing it to her nostrils she inhales the exquisite scent. It intoxicates her as she brings her hands slowly across her shoulders and down onto her breasts, following the hollow in her tummy and down onto her pussy. They travel further down her inner thighs as he closes her eyes and lets a tiny whimper escape her lips.
Running her hand up and across her mound of feminine fur, she parts her soft inner lips and begins a slow finger search of her slit. Rubbing her clit, she descends slowly to her rose bud, then ever so gently back up again. Circling the little protrusion much like a tiny cock she plays with it and extends it from its hood. Rolling it in her fingertips, she moans softly.
Reaching up she cups one of her tits in her hand and brings it up to her mouth bending down to meet it and gently sucking on the already hardened nipple. Flicking it, biting it, she stretches it to its limit. Ripples of pleasure shoot through her body as she stimulates both her breast and her clit.
She thinks to herself, 'God, I need a man to fuck me like this. A hot stud, willing to think only of pleasuring me.'
Thinking of having a strong virile man doing with his mouth, licking and lapping at her wet pussy, what she is now doing with her own fingers, a slow rise in ecstasy builds in her and the first waves of orgasm arrive. She moans loudly and tugs on her tit and clit more rapidly and hungrily. Bursting with orgasmic pleasure over and over again, she falls against the shower wall, totally spent.
Stepping out of the shower she pats herself dry, beginning at her milky white shoulders and working her way down her round, firm breasts and across her flat tummy. Then she runs the towel up her long slender legs and onto her thatch of wispy pubic hair. She wraps the cloth around her hair and steps up to the mirror. Looking into her own hazel blue eyes she sees the sadness there, built up over years of inner turmoil and worldly pressures.
She has missed so much in life; the good pleasurable things. Having had an unfulfilled marriage and spending her youth, virtually alone, taking care of two small children has taken a toll on her spirit. She stands there gazing into her soul and comes to a conclusion. It is time for her to have some fun in life, to make herself happy.
Blow drying her hair she begins to feel life spring into her. She smiles at the thoughts going thru her head. "How would it be to have a threesome?" she wonders; to have two men fondle her and make her cum simultaneously. She shudders at the thought, feeling the heat grow in her loins. She giggles out loud, surprising herself.
"Good grief, Angel, get a grip," she says aloud.
Applying her makeup and the final touch of her favorite candy apple red lipstick she realizes that she is still quite attractive.
While sliding the low cut, short, black cocktail dress over her head, she looks at herself in the full-length mirror, appraisingly. She turns this way and that way admiring the reflection of her round tight ass and her full tits and deep cleavage.
'Hmm, not bad, ' she thinks. 'I think I still have what it takes to attract the opposite sex.' Again she giggles at herself.
Slipping on her black thigh high stockings she clasps them with the black lace garter that she is wearing. She smooths the dress down over her hips and steps into the black satin stiletto heels she has chosen to wear. This makes her a bit tall for some men's liking but she enjoys being with tall men anyhow so it does not inhibit her in any way. And it enhances the shape of her legs, showing off the sleek muscle tone from years of exercise. Grabbing her little black purse, she heads out the door, with a happy little spring in her step.
Stepping out on the curb she hails a cab, the doorman eyeing her appreciatively, lustful thoughts running through his mind. He turns away with a blush on his cheeks, not from embarrassment, but from lust.
She slips into the cab and without glancing up says to the cab driver, "I'd like to go to Liberty Avenue, please, the Metro Club to be exact."
The cabbie turns smiling as he surveys her long legs crossed over one another and says, "Yes, ma'am, just sit back and enjoy the ride."
She allows the hem of her dress to raise a bit more at his gaze, smiling seductively at him. She is feeling very sure of herself tonight. They reach the nightclub that she instructs him to and he jumps out of the cab to let her out, leering at her.
"Thank you," she coos at him with a smile.
Smiling broadly at her, he says in a deep voice, "Oh, my pleasure ma'am."
After paying him she turns and walks toward the door, her hips gently swaying under the fine fabric of her expensive dress. She thinks she hears a soft wolf whistle coming from the cabbie but does not turn; she just smiles and saunters forward.
Entering the club, Angel looks around, spotting the group of friends she is to meet with. She waves and begins her journey over to them, weaving in and out of people who are milling about everywhere. Finally standing before the table she greets her friends with hugs and kisses alike.
"Angel, so good to see you," says Jessie. Jessie is a petite lady with an endearing personality.
"Hi! Jessie girl," Angel replies, bending to kiss her on her cheek.
"Angel, you're looking quite radiant tonight," Debbie shouts over the loud din in the room. "Do you have something to confess?"
Blushing, Angel takes the seat they have saved for her. "Well, to be quite honest with you," she laughs, "no I don't," winking coyly at her friend.
The others laugh along with her for a moment, and then return to the juicy gossip that has become such a familiar habit among them.
"Did you guys hear about Sally?" Jessica asks with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
"No!" they all seem to exclaim at the same time.
"Well, it seems as if she has gotten herself into quite a bind with her husband," she blurts out laughingly.
"Oh, really, what has she done now?" asks Mary with curiosity in her tone.
"Well, let me tell you..."
Angel loses touch with the conversation as she looks around the crowded room. She giggles to herself at some of the sites she sees. One guy and girl are on the dance floor really bumping and grinding to the beat of the band's music, oblivious to the onlookers watching them. It seems as if they are going to devour each other at any given moment. The site of them moving and writhing all over each other, again sends an all too familiar tingle through her body. She squirms just a little in her seat.
Looking up on the stage, her eyes settle on the saxophone player. He is tall in stature, maybe 6'3", lean and muscularly built, with long legs much like hers. He is wearing black chinos and a black silk shirt, with three buttons open in the front, exposing enough of his chest to tell that his muscles are quite defined. Her eyes lower to his package and she smiles approvingly.
What Angel does not realize is that he is watching her appraisal of him. When she looks back up it is right into his gaze, their eyes locking on each other. A gentle blush envelops her whole body, and she has to look away. When she looks back, he is again completely lost in his music so she returns her attention to the chatter around her.
The lead singer announces that they will be taking a fifteen-minute break but Angel hardly notices as she is engulfed in the conversation of her friends. The waitress brings her a fresh drink of which she says she did not order. Looking up at her, the attractive woman points over to the bar at the wall to a gentleman sitting there. Much to Angel's surprise it is the sax player, smiling across at her. She smiles back and he motions for her to the seat next to him. Rising from her seat without a word to her friends, she slowly sways across the room to where he is sitting.
He takes her hand and kisses it gently, saying, "Hello there pretty lady."
At a loss for words, which by the way is not common for Angel, she manages a simple, "Hello Sir."
He helps her onto the bar stool and turns to face her. "My name is Rob," he offers with a tender smile.
She falters for a second and then she almost blurts out, "My name is Angel."
"What a beautiful name for such an angelic creature," he whispers as he leans into her, "It's a pleasure to meet you Angel."
Her breath taken away completely, she whispers softly, "Oh no, the pleasure is all mine Rob."
It seems like they sit there staring into each other's eyes forever. She has not felt this kind of stir within her in a long time. Gazing into her eyes intently he asks her with great enthusiasm, "I'll be finished here at midnight, when the next band comes on. Would you like to go somewhere for coffee?"
Without hesitation angel replies, "Yes, I'd love to." Again he kisses her hand and walks her back to her table, then advances to the stage.
.... There is more of this story ...