I stood looking in the mirror admiring my almost naked body, examining it with my hands. As soon as I had walked through the door after work β everything came off - jewelry first, then my jacket, blouse, shoes, skirt and finally bra.
As was my custom, I left my panties on. They are simple white panties, similar to what a young schoolgirl might wear. Except my panties are soaking wet.
I love the way they cling to my sex - I can see the outline of my vaginal lips and the crevice between that leads up into my body. During my working day the silky material pushes ever so softly against my sleeping clitoris β occasionally an unexpected twist of fabric sending a small jolt through me and making my pussy suddenly leak with desire. My clitoris has felt a lot of activity today and my panties show the result.
God they are so wet β I can see a shadow on them where my cunt juice has soaked through β and a slightly darker tinge where my heavier female musk has gathered. If I could bottle that musk β that perfume β I could have any man, anytime. It is the smell of invitation β it is my body saying "Consume me - take me, use me β I am hot and I demand attention". It is my vagina wanting to be filled, my clitoris waiting to be teased.
I slip my thumbs into the floral waistband of my underwear and drag them down so they are caught around my knees. They don't slide willingly, as my leaking cunt has made them stick to my body with wetness. The feeling of them being peeled away increases my current arousal even more. The image of a 45-year-old woman, naked, white panties hanging caught around her legs stares back at me from the mirror. A small tattoo on my mid-rift shows the Chinese character for peace. My face is pretty but my eyes are definitely my best feature. They are expressive and can signal a man "come fuck me" in a flash. My breasts are not large β but they are firm. My nipples are tiny and pale, but SO sensitive.