Relishing the cold, winter air hitting her lungs, Kate was pounding the streets on her daily run. Closing in the 8 mile mark, the traffic was building as she returned to town. Dressed for running, her toned body was receiving attention from the male drivers as the cars slowed due to traffic.
"Hey love, fantastic arse!" yelled a van driver as it sped past.
Kate beamed with pride at the comment, the hard work to do 5-8 miles a day had toned her body, even in her early forties, to a state which simply demanded attention. Flicking to the next tune on her iPod, she powered on back into town.
As the traffic slowed due to red lights, Kate started to catch up to the same van driver who had yelled the compliment. Trying not to smile, she fixed her neutral expression and ran past the van, who tooted his horn as she passed, making her smile once more. Kate continued as the traffic started to move again, but didn't need to look over her shoulder to realise that the van was just behind her again, she could feel the eyes on her lycra clad backside, as she ran.
As she neared a major crossroads, the lights turned to red, forcing both her and the traffic to stop, but Kate still had a plan. Jogging on the spot at the pedestrian crossing section, she looked left and right. To her right, she could see the female passenger was glaring at her, but the male driver was undressing her with his eyes; to the left, nothing, but she did see her admirer in the van approaching. Kate then jumped into an open stance, and bent over to touch her left than right toes. At this point, a couple of things happened: the pale blue running leggings were stretched even further across her taut bum, almost appearing to go translucent, revealing to the world that she wasn't wearing underwear; and secondly, with his attention on her backside, the van driver bumped into the car with the glaring woman.
The lights turned green for Kate and she set off, immediately back at pace as angry words were exchanged further and further behind her, an excited buzz coursing through her veins at the thought that her backside had been centre of attention.
Back at home, Kate peeled herself out of her Lycra, admiring her toned body in the bathroom mirror as the shower warmed up. She turned round and looking over her shoulder, recreated the pose that had caused the bump.
"Oh my god" she thought, "Would they have seen that much through my leggings?"
Putting on the tight leggings again was more difficult due to her moist legs than she thought it was going to be. Kate struggled back into the leggings, then bent over, recreating the pose.
"Good god, they are see-through." She exclaimed to herself, "No wonder he was staring at me."
Stripping off the leggings, she jumped into the shower. Firstly washing her auburn hair, then soaping her entire body with foam. Kate's hands lingering on her small, but perfectly formed boobs, and her waxed pussy, still tingling from the run and the events from the run. Placing one hand against the shower wall in front of her, she let the shower rinse the soap from her body, as she started to play gently with herself. Having always been vocal, her gentle moans of pleasure increased in volume as the pressure to her pussy increased. Kate was soaking wet, and it was touch and go whether this was due to the shower or her fingers slipping between her lips and rubbing her clitoris. Kate knew she had been turned on, but replaying the scene in her mind, knowing just how much the van driver could see, was driving her mad with passion as her fingers gave herself so much pleasure. Kate could feel her orgasm starting to build, her legs started to shake and her breathing coming in gasps as she no longer could hold herself up. Pushing back from the wall she slipped to the corner of the shower, both hands now devoted to reaching orgasm, one hand slipping two fingers into her tight pussy, the other teasing her clitoris mercilessly. Gasping louder and louder, she started to work her pussy as hard as possible.
"AHHHHHHHGGGGHHH!" Was all Kate could utter as her orgasm started to build and her legs gave way, helplessly sliding down the shower wall to the floor as her legs started to shake, whilst she moaned in pleasure. Sat on the shower floor, Kate devoted all her attention to her tight slit, and direct pressure to her clit.
"FFFUUUUCCCCKKKK! YES! YES! YES!" Was all she could utter before the orgasm peaked throughout her body, she could see stars, and wanted it to last forever.
It took Kate a good few minutes of panting to catch her breath once more, and a few minutes more before she could trust her legs to hold her up. Turning off the shower, she exited, grabbing a towel and started to dry herself off.
Whilst blow drying her hair, Kate's phone buzzed with a text message from her husband Stephen.
"Honey, having to finish something at work before I can leave. It's going to be tomorrow before I can get home. Sx."
"Shit." Was all the Kate could utter.
They'd made plans for tonight, she also had plans to screw his brains out, that would have to change. However, at the moment, she was still naked and had her hair to finish off before she could do anything about tonight.
"How thoughtless of him" she thought "I've had my done, got my nails done and I'm freshly waxed. Doesn't he know what he's missing."
Annoyed and frustrated, Kate finished her hair, then stood to admire herself in the mirror.
"No point letting it go to waste." She said to herself, then dressed in yoga pants a simple off the shoulder t-shirt, both of which showed off the fact that she was wearing sexy underwear.
Later that day, Kate had resolved to go out for the evening, she was going to enjoy her night out she'd planned, with or without her husband.
As Kate walked into the hotel restaurant, she felt a number of eyes land upon her body. Dressed elegantly in a halter neck, black dress, which barely covered her stocking tops, patent 4" inch heels and a glitzy clutch bag, she confidently walked across to her table following the young waitress. Kate didn't need to rush, she was in heels after all, and anyway, the longer she took to get to her table, the longer others would get to see her. As she passed a table of an elderly couple, Kate heard the old woman say,
"You can put your tongue back in your mouth, Richard."
Kate handed the waitress her coat, revealing that her halter neck was backless, and that she wasn't wearing a bra, then sat so she could look back into the restaurant, but mostly so that others could see her. Returning with her bottle of wine and a glass, Kate poured herself a glass and started to choose her meal.
The waitress returned to take her order, and the menu away, and Kate sat back to take in the room. Although the the room was filled with tables of people, the most attention she was receiving was from a table of two men about 15 feet away from her. Clearly not a gay couple (they'd continued to do more than just undress her with their eyes since she'd walked in), she pegged them as business men on a trip.
Whilst in the middle of her meal, the waitress appeared with a drink.
"From the two gentlemen, on the table over there." She said, indicating the table with the two business men.
Kate raised her glass to the two men, before mentioning,
"I will have to go thank them in person." Smiling to the two men.
When the waitress took her meal away, Kate stood and clipped over to the table with the two men, placing her hand on one of their shoulders, she said softly,
