Humming to herself, she unhooked her bra and tossed it onto a chair in the living room.

She held her tits in her hands as she faced the mirror over the sofa. Oh Helen, I love your tits. They were round and solid, the dark nipples perfect. Stanley always went crazy over them. She fingered her nipples until they turned into hard little spikes. She still wore her pantyhose and heels, and she turned a bit to look at the curve of her ass and give the old fart across the way something to look at as well. Maybe someday she'd meet him in the street and invite him up here to suck her ass or something. You could always get a good suck out of an older man.

When at last she was inside the shower, she lathered up her body and then she started playing with her pussy. She tickled and pulled her thick cuntlips, then pushed two fingers inside her cunthole to feel the juice boiling in there. She did need to get off. It took only a moment of rubbing her clit to blow her cunt away. It was never difficult when she was hot like this. Her pussy was so swollen. She thought of doing it again, but then she decided no, she would wait.

When Stanley arrived at seven o'clock, he kissed her cheek and smiled at her and said she looked sexy. "You always look great. That's a new dress, isn't it?"

"I've worn it a dozen times."

"Well, it looks new. Everything always looks wonderful on you."

He did like to flatter her. He was always so eager. She could see the lust in his eyes. He was wild about her and she loved it.

They went out to dinner. The spike heels made her very tall, and when they walked into the restaurant she was aware of the men looking at her. She smiled to herself and wondered which of them wanted to suck her cunt. Maybe all of them. She told herself they were all hungry for her.