Giving In to My Worst Desires

When I woke up that morning I just knew it was going to be one of those days, I’d slept well but I felt restless, it’s difficult to describe but I felt very carnal, in fact almost overpoweringly sexually hungry.

My body actually ached down there, the feeling of a cross between a sort of itch, and a tight feeling of tension, causing me to clench my bottom a bit.

I wasn’t seeing anyone at present, and my friend Sarah was out of town, as was Becky from my office, David was away on holiday and at that time I hadn’t met Gianna.

Ron, my last sexual partner had gone to Australia and I hadn’t bothered with anyone else much since he left.

It was a Saturday morning, and I wasn’t working for a change, so I took my time getting up and going through my morning routine,

I took a leisurely shower putting the power on full, setting the water to cool, I contemplated using the handset, but I knew that would only increase my sexual appetite and frustration, making things feel worse.

Turning the shower off, my skin tingling and refreshed, I took a thick bath towel and having dried myself I spent some time applying my skin lotion to my thighs, buttocks, belly, neck and breasts.

Putting a little light perfume and antiperspirant to my body, I took my hairdryer and brushed my hair through, putting it up in a loose bunch, held in place with a wide ribbon.

I took my contraceptive pill out of the box, swallowing it with a little water, checking the strip to see how many were left for this month, I was on the 15th pill, just over half way through monthly course.

The good thing for me is that the pill makes me feel sexier, removing the worry of pregnancy, I feel more free, and a side effect is lighter and less painful periods.

I have a high libido anyway which went some way to explaining my rising flush hormone, but sometimes about mid month, not every month though, I get a very, very strong urge to have sex.

Looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, I checked my appearance, I had depilated with my No!No! on Wednesday at the end of my day off, I looked smooth, clean, very clearly feminine and unmistakably a girl.

Walking through the doorway of my dressing room, I stood for awhile, deciding what to wear, settling on something plain, simple and comfortable.

I pulled on a pair of plain white cotton briefs, from a pack of five that I’d bought at a high street department store, no fancy decorations other than the standard bow at the front of the waistband.

Luxuriating in the soft feel of the material as I pulled the panties on, like a silky caress as the legs and waistband dragged over my thighs, slipping over my bum, the cotton of the gusset snuggling neatly into my crotch.

Picking out a plain white bralet, I stood in front of the full length mirror in the dressing room, the cotton was very soft and clingy, emphasising my nipples, the panties outlining the shape of my pubic pad, while defining the cleft that led to my soft plump secret place.

Making the decision that it was warm enough to go out bare legged I put on a plain white sleeveless tee shirt, and a light grey soft wool cotton mix belted skirt, that reached down to just above my knees.

I didn’t bother with a half slip, as the material of the skirt was dense enough not to be seen through, and I found with that particular material it tended to generate static which crackled when I took it off, as it was, it clung to my legs and bottom outlining my legs and figure in general.

Deciding against any jewellery, with what I had in mind, I didn’t want the fuss of losing anything, I took out my ear studs, took off my cross and chain, and put them in the blue glass ashtray that I kept on my vanity table, and I didn’t bother with putting on my wristwatch.

I needed to go to a nearby wine warehouse and stock up the rack that I have in my garage, probably needing two or three cases to replace what I’d used over the last month.

Going downstairs and I had a quick breakfast of coffee, cereal and a banana, then afterwards, I went back up to my bathroom and cleaned my teeth.

Checking my handbag, and thinking ahead, I put in a pack of tissues and just in case, a packet of panty liners, the ones with folding wings that stayed comfortably in place inside our gussets.

Tucking them down towards the bottom of the bag, I made certain they were not immediately visible if I opened it to get my purse or debit card holder.

Slipping on my flat shoes I left the house just after 9:30 am to drive the twenty miles or so to the wine store.

As I drove along the main road out of the small town where I live, I stopped at the traffic lights by the crossroad before I turned left to go out into the rural countryside.

A van pulled up next to my car, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a young man, perhaps in his late teens, or early twenties in the passenger seat, looking down at me, although my car is an SUV, the van was higher at the cab than mine was.

Waiting for the lights to change, I noticed he was staring intently at my legs, and I realised that my skirt had fallen back into my lap revealing the white V shaped peach between my thighs.

Looking up at him, I caught his eye, I raised one eyebrow, then pulled the hem up further showing almost all of the front of my panties, shifting in my seat, stretching them tight, highlighting my ripe cleft, and I treated him to a challenging insolent wide eyed stare.

The lights changed, I stuck my tongue out at him and smiled widely at his discomfort, using the kick-down I pulled quickly away as his driver went straight across the junction, the poor guy looked like he was going to faint, but his driver hadn’t seen me, so they didn’t try to follow.

Perhaps it was a good thing in other ways that they didn’t, considering the way I was feeling I might easily just have pulled over and let him fulfil his obvious fantasies.

Twenty minutes later I parked in the wine warehouse’s yard, and getting out I went into the cool customer area, taking a trolley I moved around the selection racks, choosing a case of burgundy, a case of Pouilly-Fume and a case of Chardonnay.

As I turned the corner towards the selection of sparkling wines, I bumped into two men that I had met there on previous visits, they were brothers, and in their early 60’s, both very pleasant men.

Hugo was 62, and Thomas was the elder at 64, both similar heights, reasonably fit, and mobile, they were fun to talk to, and did most things together.

Both were very good looking, and had full heads of light brown hair, blue eyes, both clean shaven, they dressed with a certain savoir-faire, exuding style, class and confidence.

Although there was a small age difference between them, they were unmistakably brothers and very close, they were pleasant and comfortable together.

They were both divorced, and after they had settled their respective cases had decided to share a house together near to the wine warehouse, in fact I passed it on the way there each time I shopped for my wine.

I’d actually been to their house several times, as on occasion because they only had a small car, I put a few cases of their wine purchases into my load compartment, taking it to their house for them.

They’d invited me in for coffee, and we had talked, they had frequently flirted with me, making several double entendres, and smiling to themselves at my reaction.

I’d teased them as well, flicking glimpses of my frillies to them, and there had been an unspoken atmosphere between the three of us, which had been very difficult to ignore.

As I had been hoping to meet up with them, I felt some mild excitement as I’d put quite a bit of my time into cultivating their interest in me, and I didn’t make any secret of my interest in them either.

Knowing they both wanted to take things further with me, which was clear from the appreciative way they looked at me, and in honesty, I’d been overtly provocative toward them as well.

I’d made the decision some time before that I would probably give myself to one of them, but they were both full of sex appeal and I wasn’t sure which one I wanted to take me to bed.

Of the two, Thomas was the more assertive, I admired his confidence and felt that he’d be strong and masterful when I gave myself to him, Hugo would be good as well, but always seemed to look towards his elder brother for guidance.

They were both wearing wearing similar plain navy canvas trousers, Thomas with a marl grey tee shirt, Hugo, with a button necked sweat shirt, and both with socks and casual suede shoes.

As I stopped to speak to them, Thomas said, “you look a bit down in the mouth Michelle, is everything all right?”

“Yes, I’m OK, just a bit restless I suppose, I thought I’d fill my time by picking up some restocks for my wine racks.”

“You look as though you could do with some cheering up, have you any plans for this afternoon?”

“Not really, I’ll be going to my parents as usual later this evening, but apart from that I’m not working so I’m at a bit of a loose end.”

Knowing these brothers for almost a year, meeting them at least once a month when collecting wine there at the warehouse, I was comfortable in their company, we often talked, sometimes taking coffee together in the cafeteria, sometimes in their old fashioned flagstoned kitchen.

I knew they were very heathy and physically active, they worked for the forestry commission enjoying a good working life outdoors, it kept them firm and trim, both had light tans and clear skins.

They responded well with my teasing them, giving as good as they got, and enjoying the quick glimpses of my underwear that I afforded to them, not too much, but not too little.

Each time I met them, they would get more familiar with me, increasing the level of sexual innuendo and suggestiveness in the conversation, testing the boundaries with each meeting until it became quite obvious what they wanted, and I made it apparent that I was filled with eager acceptance to their advances.

They had both slowly increased their physical contact, touching my shoulder, then my waist, holding their hands there a little longer each time, casually but gently smoothing their hands across my bottom, and more recently, kissing me goodbye in the carpark, or on the frontage of their house.