Her sexy clothes (+10 Lust)

Hannah walked to her wardrobe and carefully went through its contents piece by piece, separating her normal clothes from her more… Exposing ones. It’s not as if she dressed like a slut 24/7, or even all that much. And she used to do it more often, back when… Well, that relationship had ran its course. She shouldn’t focus on it.

But as she separated and looked at the clothes, the memories came back. That white top that was one size too small, and stretched over her breasts in a way that left little to the imagination. The dress with the plunging cleavage. The plaid miniskirt that reached midway to her thighs, as well as a second miniskirt that was even shorter, and guaranteed that anyone would see the bottom of her ass.

She used that mini-skirt with a thong once, although she dared not wear it outside for long. She just wore it while driving to the house of one of her boyfriends. But the quick walk between her car and his front door made her feel exposed and indecent… And very excited. When he opened the door and saw what she was wearing she remembered how excited HE was as well. And how he had quickly ushered her in before closing the door and taking her right there, where anyone approaching the door might be able to hear. He did not even need to hike up her skirt, just shifted her thong to the side and she was already wet enough to not need foreplay.

Hannah smiled to herself, before focusing her attention back on the clothes. There were fishnet stockings with a garter belt, crotchless leggings which she once wore without any panties at all for a surprise date, covered only by her long skirt. And even a full-body fishnet stocking that covered her chest and down to her legs, while still hiding nothing to any lustful eyes. She only wore that one under more clothes, obviously. Finally, there was her micro-bikini which she wore once to the beach, one far away from anyone who would recognize her.

Even after she separated from her husband, she had from time to time gotten the urge to show her body off. And what she sometimes did, when she did not have a date planned, was dress sexy, take a few selfies while carefully cropping out her face and then post them anonymously on the internet. It gave her a rush, to read the comments openly thirsting for her, desiring her, and saying the things they wanted to do with her if only they could… And she would often masturbate after reading such comments, safe in the knowledge none of the photos nor the men would ever actually meet her face to face.

She piled all her risqué clothes on her bed then looked at them, debating with herself about what she should do with them.