Summery FeelingsThe sun is out at last and with it I am discovering a sex drive that I thought had been lost forever. I have had a lot of good sexual experiences and had a very active marriage until I was widowed some years ago. Since then I have gone out with a few men, tried the physical stuff with one or two but it just wasn't working.
Now, suddenly I am obsessed with sex. I see it everywhere and I think people see it in me again.Today, in the supermarket I caught sight of a couple of men glancing at my breasts. Surely I didn't imagine it? I have a tight ribbed t-short top on and my shape is good. Maybe they are feeling the heat too.
Just not sure what to do with all these new feelings.
I am in the back garden now, tidying up the plants and shrubs. It is hot now. I look across and see two roofers working on a house over the road. They are busy, not looking at me so I take off my top and carry on working in my bra.
I'm proud of my breasts. They are still round and firm and "more than a handful" with broad dark pink nipples, my conch shells as my partner called them. He would call them that just before moving down to take them in his mouth, rolling one then the other in his mouth, opening his mouth so wide to take in as much as he could. I loved it and I love that feeling now.
I am not concentrating on the plants. I reach around and take my bra off, toss it on to the bench where the top is already lying and I turn around facing the builders, full on but I'm still shy. I sheild my eyes and then turn back to the plants. I want to be seen.
Then I hear a cough. I look up and the postman is standing there with a parcel.
"I rang the doorbell and was going to drop it over the back fence but saw that you were working here."
There's nothing for it but to walk straight towards him.
I know that the breasts are bobbing a little as I walk. I'm blushing but proud too. Proud of my assets. And the postman is smiling.
"That's a nice sight for a summer's day. It's hot now."
I laugh and look down. My nipples have hardIened and the tiny dots around them are pronounced. I feel my breasts harden and firm.
I look at the postman. There is a bulge at the front of his trousers.
Don't think about it. Just don't think about it, I tell myself.
I hear a voice -mine - say "Thanks. Yes it's hot. Did you want some water"
I walk into the kitchen and feel the postman's footsteps close behind.
"I'm Jimmy" he says."I know you;re Sylvie... from the parcel."
I pick up a glass and lean into the sink to fill it with water.
As I do so, I feel the postman - Jimmy - press into me. I feel a hardness against my *** and I feel him pull the loose top of my leggings down.
I stand stock still. J
immy's hands now all over my breasts, squeezing, pinching, pulling. His hardness against my bare bottom.
I move backwards to give myself space, to show off my ***. Then I lean forward and I feel what I've been waiting for all morning, all days, for weeks, years. I feel Jimmy's hand gently part my legs and I'm embarrassed. I know I'm wet. I know I'm ready.
Then Jimmy moves his hand and I feel a thickness, a hardness, pushing my legs open further - or do I widen them involuntarly?
He's inside me now and we're moving. I move back slightly and feel the width of him move in deeper. He moves his hands up and squeezes my breasts, pinching my nipples again.
Harder and harder the movements, Jimmy and I moving back and forth, back and forth. I am banging against the kicthen worktops, my hands holding on tight to steady myself. Then strong, shafting movements, opening up that part of me so needing to be filled.
Jimmy thrusts and squeezes. I am going ... going,.. I scream.
I scream and feel dampness everywhere and then I hear Jimmy "Oh go, oh my god..."
Wetness running down my legs. and I am full, I am full, I feel fulfiled.
I look down, My breasts pink from squeezing and delight,, upright and proud.
I hear a zip being pulled, feel a kiss on the back of my neck and hear Jimmy's voice.
"I'll be back tomorrow."