Emma had some errands to run that afternoon. She saw that Al's office door was closed, which usually meant he was focusing on something and didn't want to be disturbed. So she sent him a text saying she was going out to run some errands and that if he wanted anything from the grocery store to text her. As she was getting ready to go, she was checking to make sure she had everything and looked into her purse where she saw a pair of panties.
"Oh, I'd better put those away," she muttered to herself. She pulled them out of her purse and brought them up to her nose. She could smell Libby all over them, and it brought back images in her mind of what she had done with those girls that morning. And it made her hyper aware of her own panties and pussy as she started to generate fluid thinking about it. Her panties felt good against her skin since one of the things they did this morning was give Emma a fresh shave down there. Libby had told Emma that she was wearing those panties on Friday and masturbated while wearing them. She had soaked them specifically to give them to Emma, and they were still slightly damp and definitely smelled strongly of the girl's pussy. Emma ran upstairs and put them deep inside her own underwear drawer. She looked at herself in her full-length mirror and admired what she saw in its reflection. Emma was wearing a pair of dark gray yoga pants and a purple tank top that showed off her arms and shoulders and just a little bit of cleavage. She looked good, and felt good.
"God, I haven't looked this good in so long.....," she said to herself. The tank top still showed a small muffin top near her waist at the top of her pants. At her age and after two kids, she'd have to literally starve herself to get rid of it. But she looked toned and fit and really more like a woman who people would think was in her mid-30's and not her mid-40's. "I like what these pants do for my legs and ass, but I wonder if I can find some that will also hide this last little bit of fat. But no joke, I'm a total MILF," she laughed to herself. And then she remembered how much fucking she had been doing recently and just how good Ty's cock felt inside her because she was a mom he liked to fuck. "Ugh, I'd better get going or I'm just going to start masturbating and be here all afternoon," not realizing that was exactly what her husband was doing downstairs that very moment in his study.
Emma had to run to the cleaners and get some groceries. But she also wanted to stop by the mall and pick up some new clothes to show off her body a little now that she was looking good. So she figured she'd go to the cleaners first and then head to the mall before stopping for groceries. After dropping off the clothes at the cleaners she headed to the mall.
But first, coffee! So she headed into the popular coffeeshop at the mall. It was pretty busy, but she had both heard that this was some of the best coffee around and confirmed that it was quite good the last couple of times she came here. While standing in line for her coffee to be ready, she noticed an extremely exotic looking woman standing and waiting for her own drink to finish. Emma had started taking notice of women in general the last few weeks, but when she saw this particular woman, she knew she would have paid attention to her even before broadening her sexual horizons. Emma did not live in a part of the country where there were lots of interestingly exotic-looking people, but this woman was absolutely striking.
She was firstly an imposing woman. Easily six feet tall with a thick mane of wavy black hair that added at least a couple of inches on top. Her deep chocolate skin was only bested by what could only be described as cat-like eyes on her face. Her facial structure looked nearly asian, which both confused Emma but also drew her into the woman's features. This woman had deep green eyes that were nearly as mesmerizing as Libby's eyes, the almond-like shape of which just made her even more exotic looking while having thick, full lips that Emma could only imagine how soft they'd be to feel on her own.
The woman was wearing an elegant, but simple, form-fitting dress that hugged her body pleasingly. Her legs were long. The longest pair of legs Emma had ever seen. Her hips were high up on her body that made that very clear. The woman's breasts were big, but not overly large for her frame which looked like it was hugged by her dress not contained by it. No unseemly bulge or stretch of fabric could be seen. The dress fit impeccably and Emma looked at every inch of her body and decided she could almost see what this woman might look like nude because the dress perfectly hugged her every curve. Every pair of male eyes leered at her, and many of the women - the white women in particular - gave her disapproving or jealous looks. Emma, for her part, could not pull her eyes off this woman. She stared at her without any shame because Emma could not have believed this woman was even real.
It was then that the woman looked up from her phone and locked eyes with Emma. Emma was caught staring at her, and Emma could not help having her body react to what she was looking at. Her pussy started to get wet. More obviously, Emma's nipples also hardened which meant that they were now visibly poking through her bra and the tight-fitting tank top she was wearing. The two women looked into each other's eyes for a few seconds, and the faintest of smiles lifted the corners of this Blasian woman's mouth when, suddenly, her name was called which forced the women to break eye contact. Emma blinked like she broke out of a spell and watched the woman grab her coffee from the counter and leave the coffee shop.
A few minutes later, Emma's own drink was ready and she went back to the task at hand after picking up her drink, vaguely disappointed that this fleeting passing of the ships in the night happened so quickly. Her next stop was to go to the yoga clothing store to buy some new clothes.
Emma looked for yoga pants that would continue to accentuate her legs and ass, but also maybe had some shape wear aspects that could completely flatten her tummy. She found a couple of options to take into the dressing room. She also looked for tops that would hug her torso as well, a couple of which would also show a little more cleavage than she had been showing the last several years. It had been a while since Emma felt proud to show off her body. She had let herself go too much, what with all the time she spent working, keeping her kids' schedules going, and keeping the house up. Not that Al didn't do his fair share, but he definitely didn't juggle as much as she did. That resulted in forcing Emma to prioritize her health lower than she wanted. She'd always been an active, athletic girl growing up. She was a great tennis player, and she also ran middle distances competing often in 5K and 10K races in college and for several years after college. She sighed ruefully realizing that it has been over a decade since she last ran any kind of race or competed in any kind of tournament. It hasn't been until her ACTUAL CrossFit workouts these past months as well as her weekend morning sex sessions which often made her winded and tired from exertion has her actual fitness level improved. Add to that her improved diet, and she now found herself back to looking desirable in addition to being more fit.
Emma tried on every combination of top and pant and was looking at herself from multiple angles in the shared 3-mirror space in the dressing room area.
"I think this top and the first pair of pants look best on you," said a deep, mellifluous voice from her left and just behind her.
Emma turned to look who said that and saw that it was the Blasian woman from the coffee shop from earlier.
"Oh! Ah.... you think so?," Emma managed to stammer out.
"Mmm-hmm. The first pair of pants fit like a second skin and really accentuate your.... Assets," said the woman. "They also tuck in your tummy better and make this top you're wearing now look fantastic. The only bulges anyone is looking at are the ones coming out the top of it."
Emma glanced back at herself in the mirror. She saw that the woman was referring to her tits since this top showed more cleavage than the one she wore to the mall and the other two she had tried on. This was still an "athleisure" store, so she wasn't falling out of this top by any means. The shirt was more of a long sports bra than an actual shirt since it was meant to be worn without a bra on. But she was still showing "the girls" off more than before. Was she trying to say she was looking at Emma's tits?
