Angel's eyelids fluttered and her brow furrowed as she heard her alarm clock begin to sound. Opening one eye, she reached over and fumbled for the snooze button, but quickly stopped herself and shut it off entirely.
"No," she thought, "I've been lazing around too much lately."
She sat up, rubbed her face and, spotting herself in the mirror, let a half smirk creep across her face. She had gone through so much lately and was still getting used to the idea of feeling beautiful again, but there was the proof looking back at her in the mirror.
Angel's road to self-discovery had begun earlier in the year, and even though she had experienced many new things and had really reclaimed her sexuality, something was still missing for her and so she kept searching. Her endeavors had led her to many exciting experiences, but through all of them she could never shake from the back of her mind that each one was an isolated incident, never to be repeated. And even though she regretted none of these events, she still felt a little lonely at times.
Shaking her head clear of these thoughts, she slid out of bed and put her feet on the floor. Standing, she stretched her arms high above her head and let out a yawn. Again noticing herself in the mirror, she giggled at how much her movements and mannerisms sometimes reminded her of a teenage girl.
"I'm such a kid," she sighed happily, enjoying the reminder of youth.
She walked over to the mirror and stood in front of it in her baby doll yellow pajama top and shorts. Crossing her arms over one another and grabbing the bottom of her pajama top, she tugged it up and off in one quick movement. Gazing at her breasts in the mirror, she smiled at what she saw. Her breasts, while not overly large, were not small by any means. She was a full C cup, and her breasts were still round and perky. Her eyes went to her nipples as she noticed them stiffening slightly at being exposed to open air. Hooking her thumbs in her shorts, she tugged them down along with her little panties and pushed them to the floor. Stepping out, she flicked them up with her foot, caught them in mid air and tossed them over her shoulder onto the bed.
Turning her attention back to the mirror, she liked what she saw there. This was a woman of forty-nine years, but an attractive woman. She had long legs and shapely feet, and was blessed with smooth skin all over her body. She had nice round hips and when she turned around and peered over her shoulder she almost laughed at the nice, perky bottom she spied in the reflection. Angel knew she didn't have the body she had in her twenties, but she had become so comfortable with herself over the last year that she didn't care. She felt young and beautiful and she knew she was still very attractive. After all, plenty of men she'd met lately had told her so and had fawned over her accordingly.
Noticing the time, she strode into the bathroom for a quick shower. She had to leave in thirty minutes to go do some volunteering at a local charity she had become involved with. This thought made her smile broadly as she stepped into the shower and let the warm water run down her smooth skin. She really enjoyed giving her time and energy to help others. Reveling in these thoughts, she stood mostly still, the water streaming down through her long brown hair, and down her back, gathering a little in the small of her back before running down her ass and the backs of her thighs.
Again catching herself lost in thought she muttered, "I’ve gotta stop doing that."
She grabbed her body wash and, pouring some on her hands, began to rub her arms and shoulders with it. Next she lathered her breasts, taking a moment to squeeze each one just a little.
"Mmmmmm", she whimpered slightly, exciting herself a little bit.
She washed her tummy and then let her hands slide down through her soft pubic hair and glide over the lips of her pretty pussy. Knowing that she didn't have time to masturbate, she teased herself lightly with her fingertips and then moved down to wash her legs and feet, enjoying the look of her remarkable legs with soap all over them. Angel often did this; she liked the feeling of going outside slightly aroused but not yet satisfied.
Finishing her shower, she wrapped herself in a towel and walked back into the bedroom. Going to her closet, she selected a light blue sundress to wear. The dress had small suns on it and came halfway down her thigh when she stood. Still feeling naughty from her shower, Angel decided to be bold today and not wear any bra or panties underneath. She slipped the dress on over her head, adjusted it and went to do her make up. She selected a bold red lipstick that matched her finger and toenails and began applying it.
Studying her face in the mirror, she smiled at the fact that her face and her complexion were pretty enough that she didn't need any more make up. She simply teased her eyelashes a bit for a more feminine touch and then walked away to slip into her sandals. She grabbed her car keys and walked out the door, her hips swaying a little from side to side, a walk befitting the youthful feeling washing over her.
Three or so hours later, after having completed her volunteering for the day, a very satisfied Angel got in her car for the drive home. Slipping her sandals off, she decided to drive barefoot. About halfway home she realized her stomach was rumbling and she decided to stop at a corner store for a snack. She spotted a small confectionary that she had passed by many times, and pulled into the parking lot. She parked her car and got out, leaving her sandals inside.
The store was small, but relatively well stocked and Angel felt sure she could find something she liked on one of the many shelves. Spotting pre-packaged salads on one shelf, she walked over and began rummaging through the different kinds for something she liked. Out of the corner of her eye she noticed the clerk eyeing her from behind the counter and with a small smile on her face, turned her back to him and bent over a little to inspect the contents of one of the lower shelves, knowing her skirt was riding up the back of her thigh.
"Excuse Me," a male voice said.
Standing and turning quickly, expecting it to be the store clerk, Angel was momentarily surprised to see, now right in front of her, a handsome younger man in a wheelchair looking up at her. She was not taken aback by this; living in a big city, she saw people in wheelchairs all the time. But somehow she never expected any of them to look at her the way this man was now. He had light brown hair and glasses. His small green eyes were gazing on her over the rim of thin-framed glasses, and he had the most curious smile on his face. Angel couldn't tell, but it looked like a bold mixture of confidence and arrogance. He had large muscular arms, big shoulders and a broad chest. He was obviously in great shape, no doubt from using his arms to get around all the time.
"Excuse Me," he said again. Lowering his voice now, he said, "The salads aren't very good here. You'd be better off going to a grocery store and buying ingredients."
'Ha,' she thought. 'I'll buy what I damn well please, wherever I please.' But she just smiled politely and mumbled "Thanks."
"I'm sorry," the man said, detecting her distaste. "Look, let me make it up to you. I live just around the corner from here, why don't you have dinner with me?"
Extending his hand, he said, "My name's Jamie." Having no intention of going home with this man, Angel brought her hand up to politely shake his hand.
