Hank Borden: Some wives will

"What in the…" she said, gaping.

"Oh, shit, you must be their boss, back from lunch," Mia said, quickly gathering up her clothes. "Well, don't mind me, I was just leaving. Good-bye, boys. Thanks for the orgasm."

After leaving the shoe store, Mia mingled with the crowd in the mall, spending the afternoon window shopping and flirting with the men. She saw several items that interested her – some were men, while others were bits of clothing. Since the men were in the company of their wives and kids, Mia focused her attention on the articles of clothing.

A pair of sheer scarlet panties hanging in the window of a store specializing in lingerie grab bed her attention immediately. The panties were very flimsy, with just enough material to cover her pussy and asscrack, and with the tiniest of elastic bands to hold everything together. They made all of her panties back home look like long, winter underwear.

Mia entered the store, walked past the many panties and bras and stockings and garters on display, and confronted the big-titted salesgirl to inquire about the panties she saw in the window.

"They're our most expensive pair," said the gum-chewing pigtailed girl. "And well worth the cost, if you like comfort."

"I do. I do," Mia said, puffing out her husband's credit card. "Here, never mind the cost, just charge them. Where may I change? I'd like to wear them now."

"There's a dressing booth right around the corner," the teenager said, handing Mia the panties. "I'll ring up the sale while you're changing into them."

As Mia walked towards the dressing booth, she passed several browsing customers, including a tall raven-haired beauty who turned her head and looked deep into Mia's eyes. The sudden eye contact with this older, more mature woman so unnerved Mia that she shivered hard and nearly dropped her new panties. But the young wife regained her composure almost immediately and, looking straight ahead, continued on towards the booth.

Once inside, she closed the curtain and breathed a heavy sigh. She couldn't understand it; that unknown woman had looked upon her with lust – intense lust. There was no mistaking that look. No woman had ever before given her such a look. Mia suddenly experienced a hot flash, which embarrassed her even though there was no one else around.

As she stepped into the panties, Mia checked herself in the full-length mirror that occupied one wall. The scarlet color looked good against her white thighs – no, better than good, it looked shocking.

She pulled them all the way up and admired the snug fit in her crotch. Her pussy was just barely covered, as was her asscrack. Most of her asscheeks and all of her hips were in plain sight. She had to admit that the panties were very unconvincing.

They were also transparent. Mia could easily see her golden pussy hairs right through her panties. And when she turned around, she saw her deep asscrack, plain as day. Again she smiled to herself, and wondered how many boners she could pop if she ever bent over in an elevator crowded with men.

But what pleased Mia the most was the silky texture of the panties. The garment was so soft, so soothing. Wherever it touched her pussy and ass, tingling sensations swept through her flesh. These sensations pleased her to no end as they rolled, nonstop, across her tender nerves and filled her with joyful bliss, so that she shivered gently inside her panties.

But Mia's new panties were so much softer, so much sexier, than any she had ever worn before that her joyful bliss quickly turned to wanton desire, and a dreamy, faraway look suddenly settled upon her. She leaned back against the opposite wall, closed her eyes, then reached down and began fingering her pussy right through the flimsy material.

She traced two fingers back and forth along the full length of her pussy-lips, probing her sensitive flesh. Her pussy-lips yielded to her touch, throbbed gently around her fingertips, and warmed them. She whimpered softly, swung her head slowly from side to side, eyes still closed, and continued to massage her silky cunt-lips.

Mia worked her whole hand along her pussy, palming her pussy-lips again and again and squeezing them firmly. She made herself cry out and made her pussy throb even more. Still she kept probing herself.

Her mind began to spin. Her knees grew wobbly. She began moaning and whimpering steadily as her hand moved back and forth between her open thighs.

As she massaged her silky pussy lips, Mia reached inside her halter with her other hand and began rubbing her right tit. She moved her open hand around and around the big ripe melon, rolling her hot flesh about. Immediately, her tit swelled up and hardened, until there was barely enough room inside her halter for her tit alone.

She stood leaning against the wall, with one hand inside her halter and the other hand in between her thighs. She worked both hands up and down and around and around, squeezing and pinching and caressing her sensitive flesh. As she played with herself, heat waves soared through her body and made her woozy.

In her woozy state she began pinching her nipple and licking her lips and rolling her head to and fro. She also reached inside her new panties for the first time and began massaging her bare pussy-meat.

She slipped one finger inside her cunt-crack and began stroking her tender pussy-flesh. Wild sensations soared through her pussy and reached all the way up to her brain. She swayed like a tree in the wind, all the time rolling her eyes blissfully.

Then she flicked her fingernail against her swollen clit and her eyes flew open with a start. The first thing she saw was the reflection of her skirt bunched up around her waist, and of her hand inside her new panties. The sight shocked her at first, for she had never been one to play with herself. But after a few moments, the shock subsided, and she became deeply aroused by the sight of her hand inside her panties.

She was so aroused she slipped two fingers up into her fuck-hole and began fucking herself. Spasms suddenly began rocking her cunt. She grunted and groaned sensuously as the dressing booth spun around her.

Mia was still fucking herself when the curtain suddenly swung open. She froze like a statue, uttered not a word. There in the doorway stood the raven-haired beauty who had earlier shown such a keen interest in her. Once again, the older woman was eyeing her hotly.

"Wh-what do you w-want?" Mia asked, turning red from embarrassment. "Pl-please shut the curtain." Mia released her tit and unplugged her pussy, then straightened her skirt and folded her hands in front of her. She tried to look as innocent as possible, though her face was still red as a beet.

"Of course, I'll shut the curtain," the woman said, smiling wickedly at Mia. "After all, we don't want anyone out there to see us, do we?"

The woman entered the tiny booth and shut the curtain behind her. Mia gulped loudly.

The aroma of sweet perfume instantly filled the booth. Friendly vibrations also poured from the woman to put Mia at ease. The housewife soon found herself admiring the woman's long black hair and coal-black eyes.

"I'm Loni," the woman said, stepping closer. "What's your name?" She reached up and gently stroked Mia's hair.

"Mia…" The young wife gulped again as she found herself pinned between Loni and the wall. Loni was much older than she, probably in her late thirties, and no doubt more experienced. Mia wasn't sure what to do or say. But she certainly didn't think it was necessary to call out for help.

"What a beautiful name," Loni said, now stroking Mia's left check. "And what a beautiful woman. I knew you were something special the moment I saw you. So I followed you back here, hoping we could be along together. But I never expected to catch you with your finger up your cunt. Gosh, I hope I didn't embarrass you."