I woke up the next morning in my usual Saturday morning way. No blaring alarm clock. Just slowing slowly waking up, letting my thoughts wander wherever they cared to wander. I was so toasty warm, curled up under my nice heavy quilt. My mind wandered back to last night. Did I dream it? I didn't really actually ask Tyler to give me a demonstration, right? Right??? I laughed at myself.
This is what I get for not dating enough. What would my friends say if they knew? My straight-laced uptight prim and proper friends? Then again, aren't they the ones always complaining about how boring their sex lives were?
My mind wandered back again to last night. How Tyler's hands had felt massaging my feet and calves. My heart quickened a little as I thought about his fingers pressing against my feet...rubbing away the tension. My hand drifted over my thigh, sliding up and down. I squirmed under the covers, closing my eyes and playing the night over in my mind.
My nipples tightened as they grazed along the bed sheet as I stretched out. I rolled over onto my tummy, my hand trapped under my leg. My other hand slid up and cupped my breast....squeezing a little. A deep breath escaped my lips. I kept seeing him in my mind. The way he kept glancing and peeking at me last night. My hand slid over to my other breast...tugging my other nipple. I should have done this last night when he was looking at my nipples trying to tear through my tee shirt.
My other hand slid further up my leg...moving over into the center. I slid it between my legs, gently rubbing it over my mound. I squirmed against my hand...grinding slowly. I thought about how Tyler had looked down at my panties. My middle finger parted my lips... releasing the moisture trapped inside. How would he have reacted if I'd done this? My finger slid into my wetness and pressed against my clit. I squirmed and grinded harder. My gasps for air becoming deeper and longer.
I started thinking about how I'd felt his hardness against my leg. God...so close but so far away. My index finger joined my middle finger now. The wet sounds of my pussy escaped from under the quilt. I was losing myself... fingering myself faster and faster. My hips raised and lowered...faster and faster. I couldn't hold back the sounds, my deep breaths turning into tiny moans. I could feel it coming. Building up. My fingers sliding so deep, my palm crushing against my clit.
I buried my face in my pillow...my eyes squeezed shut. And finally it was there. The rush of blood...the tingles turning into waves. I felt my pussy squeezing and pulsing against my fingers. A long groan bursting from me as my orgasm made every muscle in my body go rigid. And as I rode the wave, lost in myself, a sound pushed through. A tapping. With a little gasp my eyes popped open to see Tyler at my bedroom door.
"Good morning." He said with a big smile. "I was going to ask if you wanted bacon and eggs for breakfast."
I blushed and gave a nervous laugh. "Um...sure! I'll be out in a minute."
He laughed at my embarrassment. "Unless you need to change your sheets now."
I sat up and threw my pillow at him with a laugh. It never even crossed my mind that the quilt and sheets were now pooled at my waist. His eyes were locked somewhere below my chin as he tossed my pillow back. "OK...I'll start breakfast" he said with a grin.
I hopped out of bed still smiling and glowing. I wondered how long he had stood at the door watching. I hope a long time. I opened my panty drawer in my dresser. Biting my lip, I hesitated for a quick second and grabbed a pale yellow thong and slipped it on. Then I opened the next drawer down and picked out a tee shirt to throw on. Giving it another thought, I bypassed the cotton tees and reached for a tee made out of wicking material. You know the type...thinner and lighter than cotton. It was almost but not quite long enough to cover my butt. I twisted sideways as I looked in the mirror. Perfect! My cheeks were peeking out just enough to tantalize him.
I walked into the kitchen. Tyler was at the stove cooking our breakfast. I couldn't help noticing his eyes moving down my body and then back up to my eyes. "Thank you for making breakfast!" I told him.
"That's ok," he said. "After tomorrow, you're on your own again."
I playfully gave him a glare. "I think you have a few more meals to cook before we're even!"
I walked over to the coffee maker next to him. I opened the cupboard and reached for a cup, stretching up a little on my tiptoes. When I turned to the coffee maker, I caught his eyes popping back up. Apparently, he'd noticed how short my top was. I felt my heart skip a little and as I sipped my coffee, noticed how much my nipples showed. It was starting to feel a little warm in the kitchen.
As Tyler worked his magic at the stove (he really is an excellent cook when he puts his mind to it), I helped out by setting the table. We chatted as we got everything ready. He followed my every move. Reaching for dishes, bending over to set the table, reaching into the refrigerator for juice and butter. Every time I walked by him, I'd trail my hand over his shoulders or arms. My tummy was full of butterflies. All my nerves were extra sensitive. I could feel my thong starting to tighten and stick to my ever-moistening lips.
"So I suppose you're going out with the guys tonight?" I asked him over breakfast.
"No, everyone else already headed back to school."
"Great! So you're not dumping me tonight?" I asked.
"Nope...you're stuck with me for one more night."
"I think it would be nice if you took your mom out for dinner," I told him with a smile.
"OK...How about Mangiamo's?" he asked me. "It's my treat."
"That's really sweet, Tyler. But it's so expensive. You don't have to do that. We can go somewhere cheaper," I told him.
"I know we can. But I want to take you someplace special."
"Well, if you insist..." I said with a big smile. "It's a date!"
Later that afternoon, I spent more than a few minutes going through my closet. It was crazy. I was going out to dinner with my son. It was no different than the hundreds of other times we've gone out to dinner. Let's face it. Restaurants are God's gift to busy parents! So why was I acting like this? I laughed at myself acting like a silly high school girl on a first date. My fingers moved down the line of hangers... too summery...too old-maidish...god, what was I thinking when I bought that one? Then I found it. "Perfect!" I thought with a little smile. I pulled the black lacey dress off its hanger. I hoped it still fit.
Then I stepped to my lingerie drawer. At least this would be an easy pick. I dug through my lingerie, finding the bra and panty set I'd bought specifically for the dress. I slipped on the black sheer thong. My little patch of fur showed nicely through. I couldn't resist taking my time adjusting the thong. My finger slipped between it and my pussy. My finger slid so easily along the smooth and slightly moist lips. I shuddered a little.
"Don't start that now, Ann!" I scolded myself. "You're going to be late!"
I slipped the matching black lace bra on, only playing with my nipples momentarily. My hands were shaking a little. Then I shimmied into the dress. Thank God I'd been keeping up on my running or I'd never fit into it.
"Mom!" I heard Tyler shout from the kitchen. "Are you almost ready? We're going to be late!"
"I'm coming!" I called back. I rushed back to my closet and slid on my black 4 inch heels. Thinking to myself, "I'm going to break my neck if it's slippery out!"
When I walked out of the bedroom, I saw Tyler standing at the kitchen island waiting impatiently. But when he saw me, his eyes widened. His eyes drank in my outfit. He gazed at the three quarter length lace sleeves. Then his eyes slid up my arms and along the lacey top. Then down...taking in how the dress clung to my body like a second skin. He looked down further until he found the hem of the dress not even halfway down my thighs. Finally down to the heels and then back up.
I could feel my nipples pushing and trying to escape their prison called a bra. God, he was so handsome. He was wearing his tan sweater that shows off his broad shoulders and flat tummy. His black dress pants perfectly creased and ironed. I almost giggled as the little voice in my head said Why is he bringing a roll of quarters to dinner?
