On the day the policeman brought her news of her husband's fatal accident, MaryAnn's world changed. She had always had her hands full as a writer, editor, mother, and wife. It took a lot to fill the talented and ambitious woman's life, but her husband's death left a terrible void.
She missed her marriage. It had been fulfilling and exciting. Now extra time hung heavy. She was able to keep her pace as a journalist. That kept her from sinking completely into despondency. MaryAnn, the journalist was too busy to mope. MaryAnn. the widow and mother, cried herself to sleep for two weeks.
Then she discovered the arcane world of chat rooms. Many were devoted to sex, several to the type generally considered taboo. Safe behind a pseudonym and separated by thousands of miles from her correspondents, she found rooms devoted to acts she had hitherto mused over, then dismissed quickly. Now she read those same scenarios but found them fascinating and tempting.
Her interest in interracial sex was shared by many white women much like herself. She exchanged ideas from several of them and with an equal number of black men. Both whetted her interest. When she managed to wrangle a writing assignment in The Big Apple, she was able to satisfy her interest far from home where she felt she could let herself go wild.
But, back in San Diego, things were tamer. She was still alone. Dating any of the local guys just wouldn't do. Most of those who might be interested in a forty-something widow had been friends of both hers and Ron's. That presented a bit of awkwardness she wasn't prepared to tackle yet. It was less traumatic meeting a man named Big Mac in a place called Smitty's.
And interracial dating wasn't the only taboo subject freely discussed. in the chat rooms. The hitherto demeaning subject of submission attracted her interest. A few mouse clicks plus her sex and age posted in a chat room brought her all sorts of replies. Lots of things to fascinate her. A typical conversation went something like:
MaryAnn: But I'm independent and successful, why would I want to be dominated by someone else?
DomX: It's simply another means to an end. With me, you would keep your right to say no. You can also retain the terms under which you'll participate. After the boundaries, which you choose, I would make the decisions. Many women find it frees them to really enjoy sex.
Others in the D & S chat rooms were clearly men seeking a power trip. MaryAnn ignored the super macho guys and pursued those who seemed to give her enough leeway to keep her sense of self esteem.
DomX suggested she test herself to see if she might be able to follow orders. She would be on the honor system, but she would find out if she enjoyed doing something outrageous merely because it was part of a game. His instructions were simple. She should go to a busy mall, overdressed, but without panties or a slip. There she would flash at least one man, preferably a young, but not underage, one. She should make sure he saw her pussy. Absolutely sure. She would then look him in the eye and walk away.
Following that, she should expose herself as much as possible in the mall. Finally she should send DomX an e-mail telling how she, not those who saw her, reacted to such wanton behavior -- all this from a complete stranger in Chicago.
The hardheaded journalist in MaryAnn objected. This was utter nonsense. It wasn't the danger that bothered her because she was sure she could pull it off. But would she do something to simply please a man seventeen hundred miles away. Of course not!
But the challenge kept bugging her. Saturday morning, Mandy, her daughter, said, "Mom I'm going to visit Grandma and Grandpa today. I'll stay overnight.
MaryAnn would be alone all day.
That afternoon she found herself looking in the closet for appropriate clothing, not for shopping but for flashing. And she had one, a beige dress clearly designed to be worn with underwear. Also it was far too dressy for a mall in a casual town like San Diego. She would attract attention from that alone. A new, adventurous, MaryAnn dressed carefully, ensuring she'd look her best. She was satisfied that she would attract the attention necessary to pull off her quest. She left behind her slip and her panties.
"My god woman, are you crazy," she asked herself. "If I stand between a person and the light he can practically see through this thing. And for what? I don't intend to be picked up by some stranger in the mall. I'll simply give someone a cheap thrill." Little did she know that the thrill would be for her and it would be a huge one.
She found herself heading for one of San Diego's big suburban malls, one with all sorts of outdoor parking. She was extra picky in choosing a parking place.
She spotted a couple young Hispanic lads sitting in a low rider, plenty of empty spaces alongside. She parked one space away from the right side of their car, opened the door then closed it to attract attention. Then she opened it again. Both young men looked over. This time she opened the door wide, swung her left leg out letting her skirt slide up high on her thigh. Then the right leg followed slowly. Before standing, she was facing them, legs spread. She gave the guys a first class view of a neatly trimmed pussy.
She looked up, directly into one's eye one then the other's. Then she walked away as if nothing had happened. They were left gaping at the show. She chose the mall entrance that lay beyond the car so she would have to walk in front of it. She felt the material moving against her ass and knew they saw the wiggle of her cheeks. To enhance the effect, she gathered the material in front and pulled it tight across her ass.
God she felt wanton! God she felt good!
Heart still thumping she went inside. Soon she saw what her telephone dominant had told her to look for. The afternoon was shooting a ray through a skylight right down the escalator. MaryAnn picked her spot, a time when there was nobody ahead of her then made her ascent. She peeked back and saw a few others following. The look on one man's face told her he could see how the sun outlined her legs and her ass.
Finally the food court. This was rather easy. She bought a stuffed potato. It would suit her plan perfectly. MaryAnn chose a seat facing a couple of guys about her age. This time she dropped part of her potato slathered with melted cheese on her lap.
"Oh damn!" she said. Then she made a effort to wipe off the stain, finally pulling up the skirt to get it off. She pretended not to notice she was fully exposed.
She was getting the hang of this. She gathered up her paper dishes and what was left of the potato and headed for the trash can. The path she chose required her to turn sideways, her ass nearly in the face of the two men she'd just flashed.
About a half hour later she got home, took off her dress and logged on to the dom/sub chat room. DomX was online. She sent him an immediate message.
MaryAnn: Hi.
DomX: Hello. Did you do it.
Maryann: Yes.
DomX: Thrilling huh?
MaryAnn: OMG you have no idea.
DomX: What did you do when you home?
MaryAnn: I didn't wait until I got home.
DomX: No kidding. Tell me about it.
MaryAnn: I was so excited, so goddamned excited, I started on the freeway?
DomX: It isn't dark yet in San Diego is it?
MaryAnn: The guys in the other cars couldn't possibly see inside.
DomX; Did that disappoint you?
MaryAnn: No because a passenger in a truck could. He looked right down at me.
DomX: What did you do?
MaryAnn: I pulled my dress up to give him a good view. I was fingering myself as I drove.
DomX: Did you get off?
MaryAnn: No, but it was exciting knowing he was watching. I'm still shaking from it.
