Something to excite the young man

Sophie practically skipped across the hallway and found herself almost running up the stairs in her excitement, but then held herself in check; she didn’t want to give the game away. As she slowed to, what she hoped was, a more dignified walk she still had a big girlish grin on her face. It was ridiculous but she felt like a teenage girl on her first date all over again. From the beating of her heart through the heaving of her chest to the unmistakable pulse ‘down there’, these were sensations she hadn’t had in years.

She bustled intonthe bedroom, pulling of her clothes as she went, discarding her top, stepping out of her tights, and shrugging her skirt down to leave a trail of clothes across the floor. She caught sight of herself in the mirror in just her panties and hooked her thumbs in the waistband to slide them down and away.

Still with that silly, excited, grin in her face, she inspected her body, taking stock of herself. For a late 30s mother of two, she liked what she saw. The work she had been doing in the gym with her personal trainer added strength and definition to her slight, 5’ tall, frame. She twisted and turned in the mirror, admiring her right, rounded ass as she smoothed a hand over her hip in a coy pose. Biceps were bigger and stronger now, and defined. Her boobs were still tiny, but perky, and accentuated by the clear definition of her abdomen.

Looking lower, her sex was defined by the dark untrimmed triangle of fur. A finger poised there, she could almost feel the heat. Her daughter had told her how her boyfriends all preferred the shaved look nowadays. Aside from being taken aback by the thought of her own daughter not only shaving her pussy, but being bold enough to talk to her mum about it, it had made Sophie ponder whether she should follow suit. Looking at herself in the mirror, she wondered again whether the young man would prefer her like that, but decided to be herself.

She turned way from the mirror, eager to dress now, impatient now that the thoughts of him, her young man, had returned, reflecting on the delights of being pressed up against a tree in the open air with her skirts raised at the back that afternoon.

She rifled through her underwear drawer, wanting to choose the right thing but also not wanting to waste time. She wanted him, wanted that, again. Her fingers seized on some white silk French knickers, the texture soft and exotic in her fingers. It made her smile, gauging his reaction, wondering if girls wore them still.

Her mind made up, she slipped them quickly up her smooth legs and into place. She liked the feel of the silk against her. She liked the way they clung to her. The way they gasped slightly over her vulva, the sexy peek of her brown curls. ‘The easy access’ , she breathed, as she recalled him sliding into her in the woods.

She located the matching white, silk camisole and slipped it over her head. It hung perfectly, the silk accentuating the tiny pricks of her nipples, the gap between the top and her knickers accentuating the bare flesh he would find beneath.

Pleased with what she saw and almost breathless with excitement, she slipped a loose top on and a short skirt. Smart, yet casual clothes, easily removed.

The final touch: her knee length boots. Nothing tarty, stylish, yet practical. ‘Should I find myself naked in the woods’, she giggled as she she grabbed her purse and ran down the stairs, a glance to the right where her husband and children, her family, remained oblivious.

Out of the front door, into the dark and towards her date in the park, her date with destiny.