Monday

I had texted Brian the day before to ask him if i could come round again which obv he agreed to. He had opened the door before I’d even reached it and it looked like he’d made some small attempt to dress nicer...as nicely as he can anyway!

Whether coincidence or not I felt pussy start to tingle slightly. I’d just about gotten use to my random sexual excitement but it was becoming harder and harder at work not to keep seeking satisfaction. But worse than that was whatever weird power they made the thought of cock have over me. It seemed that just meeting a man and knowing he had a cock that COULD fuck me at some point in the future made me tingle. I didn’t think it would kick in with somebody I disliked and thought was gross but apparently I was wrong. Maybe it's because my messed up body knew that his was the only cock I’d be allowed.

My **** without hesitation stepped into Brian with a big hug and stood on tiptoes to greet him with a kiss on the cheek. He was as i suprised as I at how easily I followed the orders to flirt. .

“Morning Brian! Mwah”

“Oh...hey…” caught off guard he didn't even hug back.

“Mind if i get changed?”

“Uh...nope...go ahead”

To follow my orders he couldn’t escape off this time...

“So I’ll see you outside in a few minutes?” I said with a tone of neediness in my voice.

“Yeah...sure!” He smiled nervously.

So ten minutes later I came out of the changing room and inside I was screaming to run back in! My choice of slutty outfits was so terrible! I wouldn’t wear this for my future husband! Let alone this old fat loser!

It was the same style as before but jade green, the next difference was there was half as much material! The triangles of fabric covering my nipples were at most three inches on each side. Trying it on before my ego had noted with satisfaction that it didn’t take much jiggling for a bit of areola to show!

The effect was as desired. Clearly this much nakedness was making Brian both turned on and shy at the same time...he would look briefly then glance away. This time I wasn’t letting him off the hook. I walked right over to him and stood in front of him and struck a pose with one leg slightly bent.

“What do you think?”

He looked up from his lounger.

“Huh...nice?” Trying to stop himself from drooling.

“Brian! I wasn't aiming for nice!”

“Oh...what then?”

“I was AIMING for sexy! I’m going on holiday in a few weeks time and I wanted to make sure the men don’t ignore me!’

Brian let out a loud laugh.

“I don’t think they will ignore you my dear! Certainly not in that!”

“But do YOU think it's sexy?”

He looked again a little longer.

“Definitely..it's very sexy Vicky”

I giggled happily.

‘Thanks Mr Hobbs!’

I bent forward slightly, my sweet DD breasts forming a deep cleavage. Now his eyes locked on them, paralysed like a rabbit in headlights.

“Do you think it shows off my chest nicely Brian?” I said in a singsong tone.

He didn’t reply except with some guttural response as his head starved of oxygen.

I swung them from side to side gently.

“Well?”

“Yes...that works!”

I giggled. “Thanks for helping me trial this Brian!” And i reached down and squeezed his leg playfully.

I went to my lounger and while my back was turned Brian got quickly up and was halfway across the patio! I can only assume he was hiding a giant boner!

“I’m just getting a drink?...Want anything?”

“Nah...I’m good”

I waited and cast my eyes around his rather impressive garden and felt sick. I knew...just KNEW he was inside rubbing his old dick while thinking about me!

Ten minutes later he comes out seeming a little calmer. The fact that id just given him an eye full and he whacked off! I mean he probably did the same when I was a teenager and that makes me feel even more uncomfortable and cringe.

“Vicky...can I ask a question...why are you so focused on finding a man? Surely they are lining up?”

“Well...it's hard to find a good man”

This was a pretty default answer for most frustrated woman I knew. Normally it just meant they didn’t have the goods to attract a decent guy. Not a problem I ever had but it made for a good excuse.

He laughed again. “What! How could a lovely young lady like you ever struggle to find a man! You could have any guy you want!”