A flip of a switch filled the yard with colored lights. Regina smiled while watching the spruce trees lining the sidewalk appear to spin. She didn't care that chasing lights were out of style - she liked them. Curtain lights, icicle lights, LEDs ... The trend changed every year anyway.
Turning around, she sighed. It was hard to get into the spirit in an empty house. The loss of her dad five years earlier had started it, followed by her mother the following year, and then the divorce. This year, she wouldn't even have her daughter to keep her company, because Amy had chosen to spend the holidays with her father. Regina could hardly fault her for it, since they were going to a five star lodge in Colorado.
With a defiant shake of her head that tossed her chestnut curls, she filled the CD changer with Christmas music and turned it on. There were still presents to wrap and a decision to make about what she was going to wear to the company holiday party tomorrow evening.
Her spirits had brightened by the time the final few gifts adorned the sparkling skirt beneath the Christmas tree. This had always been her favorite time of year, and even her current circumstances couldn't keep her down for long. She was anticipating serious potential for joy if things went well at the party tomorrow, anyway.
Doug had just transferred a couple of months before, and Regina had seen the possibilities almost immediately. They had talked a few times, and even gone out to lunch once, but she sensed that he was about to take the next step and ask her out on a real date.
She was determined to encourage that as soon as possible.
Letting out a quiet moan of anticipation, Regina walked to the bedroom and headed for the closet. Almost immediately, her eyes were drawn to a certain sweater and skirt that she hadn't worn for a couple of years. Biting her lower lip, she carried them out and laid them on the bed.
The garments undoubtedly would send the signals that she wanted to convey, but there was one little problem. At thirty-seven, her metabolism was slowing, and she'd put on a little weight since the last time that she'd worn them.
"Here goes nothing," she whispered as she pulled her blouse over her head and removed her jeans. Keeping her eyes away from the mirror, she pulled on the skirt and sweater, took a deep breath, and then turned for the moment of truth.
A wide smile spread across her face when she saw the image looking back at her. Her stomach might not be as flat as it once was, but some of that extra weight had gone to just the right places. She muttered, "Oh my," upon seeing how the sweater hugged her breasts. A turn and a glance over her shoulder revealed that the skirt looked just as good clinging to the more rounded curves of her bottom.
I think he'll notice this, she thought after posing for a minute or so. Decision made, she took the garments off and hung them back up just inside the closet door, ready for tomorrow.
A chill shot up her spine and an insistent tingle arose between her legs as Regina thought about the path she was hoping to lead her co-worker down. It had been a while since she'd been with anyone, and for the last few months, her libido had gone into overdrive. A glance at the small chest of drawers next to her bed made her think about the one advantage of her daughter being away for the holidays.
The heat that had already begun building inside her swelled, and Regina popped open the clasp of her bra, letting it fall to the floor. She opened a drawer and pulled out the vibrator she'd purchased online when her fingers were simply not enough to tame the suddenly frequent and powerful spells of arousal that gripped her. Afraid of being overheard in the throes of passion, she was always on edge and rarely had more than lackluster orgasms despite the toy.
Nothing was holding her back now.
Regina slid her panties down her legs, and then ran her fingers through the manicured curls surrounding her sex. She briefly considered shaving, as that was the norm and dating was intimidating enough, but shook her head and dismissed the idea. She'd never done it before, and she'd never had any complaints about the soft nest of curls between her legs. If she went through with it, the hair would grow back thicker, and it would never be the same again.
The thoughtful caress became something more as the touch heightened her arousal. Regina slipped into the bed and turned on her vibe, stroking it over the swell of her breasts, and then teasing the stiff points. Free of any reason for restraint, she let a loud gasp of pleasure pass her lips.
A groan accompanied the vibrator's journey from her breasts down to her tummy, then gave way to a yelp when the phallus reached her mound. She was soaking wet in anticipation, and the vibe slid easily into her depths.
A week's worth of pent up sexual frustration found release as Regina stroked the toy into her needy sex, her mind's eye transforming the plastic and batteries into Doug's cock. For the first time in far too long, she was free to cry out in passion to the ceiling above.
Her wrist pumping with ever-increasing speed, Regina could almost feel Doug's fingers digging into her thighs and hear him grunting with exertion. The delightful itch of climax swelled beneath her mound, growing stronger with every thrust. Then, it claimed her.
Regina's legs snapped together even as her intimate muscles clenched the toy buried in her depths. She screamed long and loud, trembling as wave after wave of ecstasy wracked her body. The sensation was too much, and she had to pull the vibrator free, letting it roll across the bed. Even then, the aftershocks continued for what felt like an eternity.
Finally, she settled down from the heights of bliss, one hand cupping her breast and the other held tightly between her legs. As the sound of a deeply satisfied moan faded away, she couldn't help but laugh.
The CD player was still running, serenading her with a highly appropriate tune - Oh Come All Ye Faithful.
Exhausted by the intensity of her orgasm, she didn't even realize she was drifting off to sleep.
Waking up late - still sticky from the previous night's pleasure - should have alerted her of things to come. Work had been a nightmare, and the party was turning out worse.
Regina glanced back over her shoulder with mixed feelings. On the one hand, seeing Doug ogling a young woman from the HR department made her blood boil, and on the other, she was glad that it wasn't her chest he was staring at any more. After a couple of drinks, Doug's true nature had bubbled to the surface, and he was a complete jerk beneath the veneer of charm.
The company president started announcing the winners of the door prizes, but Regina continued on her way. Out in the hall and away from the crowd, she flipped open her cell to call for a taxi. A couple of extra drinks had put her past the point where she felt safe to drive home, and she was certainly ready to leave.
Before she could dial, a familiar voice caught her attention.
"Hey, Mrs. Peters."
Regina looked up from her phone and returned David's smile. He and her daughter had dated for years, and only recently split up. "Hello, David. You look handsome tonight."
"You look great too."
"You always were a flatterer, but thank you."
David chuckled. "Taking a break from the party? I had to get away from mine for a few minutes."
"Calling a cab, actually."
"Sorry," David responded, wincing a little.
"Oh well, it's probably..."
"And the winner of the TV is Regina Peters!"
Her mouth dropping open in surprise, Regina turned back toward the room.
"What did you win?"
"A 52 inch plasma," she answered. "I don't believe it. How in the world am I going to get that home?"
"I drove my truck. I could haul it home for you." He chuckled. "I know the way."
"Sure. No prob." He pointed at the 21 or over to enter sign and added, "As long as you can get someone to help you bring it out here."
"I'm sure I can scare someone up. It's on a cart."
"Cool. I'll go pull my truck around to the front."
"Thank you. I'll see you in a minute or two, then."
Marveling at the sudden turn in her luck, Regina walked back into the party and waded through the congratulations to reach the television. One of her co-workers offered to wheel it out to the lobby and help load it.
The two men hefted the television up into the bed of David's truck, and then her co-worker offered a final word of congratulations before returning inside with the cart.
Shivering from the cold wind blowing across her bare legs and up her skirt, Regina asked, "How are we going to get it out of there?"
"It's a little awkward, but it's not all that heavy. I think I can get it from the truck to the living room. Why don't you get in the truck while I tie this down and put a tarp over it? You look like you're freezing." He handed her the keys.
Teeth chattering, Regina accepted his keys and hurried to the door. It wasn't much warmer, but at least she was out of the wind, and starting the engine promised warmth in a few minutes.
David finished securing the television and jumped into the driver's seat. "Whew. It's colder than a witch's..."
Regina chuckled as he trailed off, his expression somewhere between fear and embarrassment. "Tit in a brass bra?"
"Don't worry about it, David. Thanks again."
"No problem, Mrs. Peters," he responded as he put the truck in gear.
"Please - Regina. I'm feeling old enough right now."
"Regina. I like that."
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