I woke this morning with a wonderful feeling. It started when I first woke up. I stretched and realised as I looked at the clock that I had overslept. I had so much work to do but it was such a delicious feeling to stretch and sooo luxurious to know that the kids were away at their Dad's. For a whole day I could do whatever I wanted. I got up and wandered down to the bathroom. Laughing a little as I looked at my reflection; at my tousled long blonde curly hair which went wherever it wanted to go, sleepy blue eyes and the cute little freckled face that stared back at me from my full length mirror. I ran my hands over my ample creamy breasts and giggled as I touched myself. Boy I had spring fever real bad.
I'm open to my own sexuality but today I had awoken with a terrible sexual hunger, I needed to satisfy myself or go out and find someone to shag. Well a cold shower would have to do for now! I opened the shower door and turned the tap onto cold. I stripped off my black lacy negligee and stepped under the freezing cold stream of water, it brought goosebumps to my body straight way but I enjoyed the cold streams of water on my naked skin. I picked up the soap and using one hand I made a lather of sweet scented soap.I reached for my loofah and began to soap myself, enjoying the sensation of the soft loofah on my skin, soaping my breasts, slowly rubbing my tender nipples with the loofah, using my other hand to massage the soap into my skin.
Mmmmm it felt so good. I massage myself all over, loving the feeling of the loofah against my most sensitive parts. My skin tingled all over, I could not help myself, my fingers searched out my clit, flicking it gently, feeling it harden beneath my teasing fingertips. The feelings of this simple touch were exquisite, I slipped a finger inside myself, the water ran down my hot body, I was so aroused by fingering myself I thrust my finger deep into my wet pussy, still rubbing against my clit, exciting myself till I came. I finished washing myself and rinsed the soap from my slippery body. After my refreshing shower I got dressed in my favourite black satin push up bra! Not that I needed to extend my cleavage any further; they are a generous 24 DD .
It was already hot so I picked out a lovley muslin summer dress which buttoned all the way up the front. Breakfast seemed like a good idea and I went to the kitchen to squeeze myself some fresh orange juice. Then a yummy ripe banana to follow. I sighed as I thought about the pile of work that I needed to get stuck into but decided first to catch up with my emails and a quick chat on ICQ if any of my chat friends were online. I turned on the computer and quickly ran a comb through my hair. As usual I gave up after a few minutes of trying to style it and let it do what it normally did! Naturally curly hair certainly has a mind of it's own and who was I to try and change it now. I groaned as I saw how many junk emails I had and got to work deleting them quick smart!
A friend had emailed me and warned me about a person in our area who was doing a survey. I had just started to read this email when there was a knock at my door. "Bother," I thought to myself as I went to answer the door. I really liked this new ICQ chat friend and couldn't wait to read the rest of his email. He usually had a surprise or two for me! Then there was another knock on the door. Whoever it was is insistent! "Coming!" I called as I logged out of my email website. I muttered to myself as I went to answer the door. Standing there, a goodlooking man dressed in blue jeans and a white shirt and tie. He had a lovely smile but I was wary when I saw his clipboard.
Groan. I thought to myself a door to door salesman. Well I would get rid of him quick and get back to my computer. I slowly opened the ranch slider. "Good morning , ma'am. My name is Andy and I work for a market research Company. I'm in your neighbourhood on this wonderful spring morning doing a survey." Now I could have stopped him there, but I didn't. I'm a market researcher myself and strictly speaking I should have told him this.... But what the heck! I was curious to see what the survey was about.
So I put on my Interviewers smile ( this manages to get me through many doors that others are unable to enter!) "Of course." I said with a little sultry pout for his benefit. "But first I must check your ID a woman can never be too careful."
"Certainly ." said Andy and gave me a closer look at the ID pinned to his shirt. I leaned close enough for him to get a whiff of the Imari perfume that I wore, just a dab between the breasts. I fingered his ID and stood back. "Well," I said, "It certainly looks real to me!" He slowly smiled. "Won't you come in?" I let him follow me, sure that I could feel his eyes staring at me. We sat at the table.
Andy cleared his throat. "Perhaps I should have mentioned earlier that this survey is of a rather hmmm ah should I say personal nature." He then proceeded to blush. "Why whatever do you mean?" I asked him, enjoying his obvious embarrassment and wondering what the survey could possible be about. "Well, the survey is for woman only. And we have strict criteria as to qualification." He said, squirming as he spoke. "And they are?" I was really beginning to get very curious as to why he would be so uncomfortable. "We are interviewing woman about their preferences for bras and customer satisfaction." Now poor Andy was completely beetroot and started to cough. I took pity on him and quickly got him a glass if ice cold water.
