Last Ticket To Vegas

I plan to write this story in chapters from both Priya and Mark's perspectives. This is my first attempt at writing erotica. Hope readers enjoy it. Comments/suggestions to improve the story are welcome.

--------------------PRIYA-------------------

"This feels so fucking weird!" Priya said to herself while admiring her curves in the mirror as she strapped the hooks of her bra and slipped out of her usual, black, size 14 gents trunks that had 'Wednesday' inscribed on the elastic band. Yes, she had seven of them for seven days of the week, not because she had an OCD but to differentiate hers from her husband's that had Alpha inscribed on the waist band along with a male gender symbol of an oval and an arrow head. She wondered what a matching female underwear would have inscribed upon it? And would an Alpha underwear really make a male an Alpha?

Priya didn't fancy having male demeanor either. In fact she was all feminine from inside. In her sexual fantasies, the man would always take the lead,commanding her body and mind. 'TAKING' pleasure from her body as and how he desired...Her fantasies often revolved around the female being somewhat submissive and reluctant even..while the male assumed the role of a determined firm and assertive counterpart..

Coming back to the now and here, her preference for mens' trunks ( and mens' boxers and oversized cotton T-shirts for that matter) for at home clothes was simply a matter of comfort. At 41, she was so over with tiny ladies undies that would feel like a floss stuck in her large butt cheeks ( God knows how desperately she wanted to lose weight and turn the clock back). Her ass was still firm and perky as opposed to her D cup breasts that were beginning to show signs of inevitable menopause threatening to end her youth everyday. For her five feet six height she thought her big ass accentuated her figure. Her slightly chub tummy bore signs of two pregnancies and memories of motherhood she was so grateful for. The stretch marks on her lower tummy looked more like stripe patterns on a tigress. She thought they looked sexy on her as she gently touched the uneven skin under her belly button.

She ripped the price tag from her new undies. She couldn't let him know she shopped at cheap stores.. Coming from western suburbs of the city was embarrassing enough.

She cut off another annoying satin tag too from the fabric..They irritated her skin for some reason. Then she slipped into her 'more acceptable for a date night ' black panties. They would feel uncomfortable but they will have to do for now..

As she contemplated which outfit to wear, she realized that all these clothes were eventually going to come off today in the bedroom of a man she had known only for a few weeks and that made her weak in her knees. If things went that way of course... which she hoped they would..Mark...she whispered his name remembering his bust down photo he had sent to her a week ago..six pack abs, slender body and strong hands holding the camera in front of a mirror from what seemed like a gym shower room...She hadn't seen his face yet but through their chats on the secret adult dating site, Mark had definitely impressed her.

With his sharp mind and brilliant sense of humour he made her forget about the dullness of her current relationship. Mark would say the right thing at the right time when she felt low, lifting her spirits..or would crack an impossibly funny joke and make her smile through her tears.... At home many times she would find herself smiling at a joke he had made and her kids and husband would look at her suspiciously..Priya had not met Mark in person or even seen him in a video and yet this man had such a hypnotic effect on her.. Her pussy immediately reacted to his image she had painted in her mind and she felt goose bumps all over her half naked body making her nipples shrink and hard, poking small dents into the fabric of her nude colored bra on either side..Her reflection in the mirror shamelessly flashing its arousal to her...

She felt an intense desire to pleasure herself, like she had been doing for years now. It has been like this for quite some time now. She, her and herself.. sharing intimate moments and their threesome always giving her a happy ending!!!

But off lately she missed having a genuine connection. More than body, her mind craved company of a man who could find her irresistible, her talks interesting..her preference for vegetarian food sexy..

Her marriage did not have a great start. In fact it was more of a 'jump start'. Parents from both sides intervening and convincing her to get married when she was almost on verge of calling it off, feeling certain that the man who had asked her hand in marriage had no genuine interest in her and their courtship period going off like a dead battery!

And now she had found Mark and today she was going to meet him for the first time after hours of chatting late at night..

Would I be able to last through it? I hope I don't just hypervantilate from the excitement of it all, she thought.

She brushed those thoughts aside and chose a simple outfit to wear. A closed neck pearl white top with balloon style sleeves and long brown skirt. She paired the outfit with her go to gold plated earrings. Having short curly dark hair meant she didn't have to do much with her hair apart from giving them a gentle brush. She put her usual berry flavored lip balm to moisten her lips and checked her ass one last time in the mirror before slipping into her walking shoes ( yes being a big fan of comfort meant that Priya didn't even own a pair of high heels) and then she stepped out hoping this attempt to feel alive, her 'Last ticket to Vegas' proves worthwhile...