Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

My Milf Transformation:>>Ep3

SYDNEY

The last week in May actually seemed to fly by for me at school. I felt warm and vibrant again. I kept thinking of Ty and his muscular body. Wondering, fantasizing how he would feel inside me. I kept pushing these thoughts away as I felt guilty and perverse but my mind would eventually return to them. I pleasured myself to orgasm every night before bed always pretending it was Ty and not my hand that was making me cum.

I decided last weekend that I needed to take care of me first so I spent several nights shopping for new clothes, getting new makeup, and getting a new hairstyle. Things that I should have done years ago if I had not been so busy feeling so sorry for myself. I spent that Friday night at home alone and I could not stop from thinking about TY as I read my novel. I kept telling myself that these thoughts were bad and immoral, that I'm a grown woman, a mother at that! It had been so long since I had enjoyed and savored these feeling that my inner urges were overpowering any rational thoughts I had.

I hesitantly picked up the phone and dialed Ty's number. I don't know where I got the courage. I didn't know what I would say if he was home. It seemed to ring for an eternity although it probably only rang 3 or 4 times before I heard Ty, "Hello." I was so scared that I almost hung up but instead I just froze on the line not knowing what to do or say. "Hello is any one there" I heard Ty say. After a few seconds I finally mustered up the courage to say,

"Oh Ty hi this is Mrs. G. how are you." (Oh God how obvious was I).

"Hey Mrs G how's it going. Is everything okay?"

"Everything's fine Ty. I was calling hoping that you might be able to help me out tomorrow?"

"Sure thing Mrs G. what did you have in mind?"

on that night I remember standing with the phone in my hand

I was eh hoping that you might be able to eh do some work

happy to. What time should I

a nice lunch for you when you're

work for me Mrs.

so much.

warm pleasurable sensations as I hung up the phone. I could not believe that I was acting this way. I felt like a young girl again waiting to catch a glimpse of the hunk that she had a crush on. How could I allow myself to feel this way? I didn't sleep well that night as I struggled with what to do. When I awoke on Saturday I quickly made my mind up to act like the adult that I was when Ty came over. I told myself that I

I really liked the way I looked in them. The top was a simple and fit snugly. I eyed myself and thought wow not bad for a 36-year-old. I was snapped out of my trance by the doorbell and I quickly scurried

led him into the backyard. I told him what I needed done and said, "I'll

desire. I could feel my pussy throbbing my love juices soaking into my panties. I moved my hand up to my breast and began to squeeze it through my shirt. I squeezed my legs together trying to stop the little wisps

tingling sensation that sent mini waves of pleasure through the deepest depths of my body. It felt so wrong yet so good. How could that be I asked myself. Concentrate on making lunch and ignore the rest I chastised myself. But it was to no use as I soon found myself staring out the window my

how wonderful it would feel to have those sweaty arms wrapped around me at this

a cold glass of lemonade. It looks like

here today. Looks like we are going to have a great Memorial

know it's great to finally feel the warmth of