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Ann frantically moved between the rooms trying to get ready for an evening out with her girlfriends. Chuck was lying on the bed, scrolling channels on the TV and occasionally looking down at his phone. He didn’t bother to look up.It used to bother Chuck a great deal that she would dress up when it was a night out with her friends but never get dolled up when it was just the two of them, but not anymore. His last week’s encounter at his office had changed his life, and he didn’t care anymore.Ann finally asked,” What do you think?” Chuck begrudgingly looked up from his phone and remarked begrudgingly, “Just like the others you tried on, Hun, you look fine,” Ann, a bit red-faced from the lazy remark, returned an eye roll and an audible huff storming back into the closet again to find something else.Ann thought their dry spell was her fault at forty-five, but with her hundred-pound five-foot-four-inch-tall frame with decent breasts and her straight sandy blonde hair, she knew that was bullshit.  Their love life had evaporated over the last six months, and it wasn’t from her lack of trying or caring. Deep down, she knew but couldn’t bring herself to confront him about his late nights. She thought she would be bold and put herself out there tonight. She pulled the empty hanger from the closet and decided that if he wouldn’t touch her, someone else would.Pulling off the floral dress and hanging it back up, Ann looked down at her naked frame. She softly starts running her fingers between her firm breasts onto her bare stomach. Her nipples instantly hardened as she reached between her thighs and pressed hard against her newly waxed pussy, thinking how erotic the thought of someone else’s touch would be, and her insides began to flutter with excitement.Closing her eyes and holding her breath, she slides two fingers into her soft canal while picturing a man’s chiseled frame and his firm cock lying naked against her smooth body. Imagine her supple lips parting over his manhood as he enters her, watching it penetrate deeper and his massive cock disappear within her.Ann’s eyes darted open as she paused, stopping short of her orgasm, pulling her damp fingers back to her mouth and then putting both across her tongue, tasting her sex, which was sublime. Edging had become a pastime for her over the dry spell of the last few months and kept her horny and on point when she wanted to be outgoing.After a few deep breaths and collecting herself, Ann strode back over and reached for the last dress in the closet. It was a black mid-thigh spaghetti strap dress. Pulling it over her strapless bra and stepping into a set of black, laced stiletto heels, she looks in the mirror and likes what she sees.The heels lifted her ass quite nicely when she walked, and the dress was short, which she thought might come in handy. She had customarily passed on this dress as it quickly rode up with the lightest breeze or any shift in her movement, but she decided she was not holding back tonight. Re-checking her make-up in the mirror, she collected her clutch off the bathroom counter and walked into the bedroom.She quickly ran over to the dresser, passing Chuck on the bed and grabbed a black silk thong out of the drawer, and stuffed it in her clutch bag, thinking she would have to remind herself to put it on in the car as right at that moment she heard Lynn’s horn going off in the driveway.“Running late, Hun,” Ann said as she turned for the door and exited towards the hallway.The last words she heard exiting the landing and frantically running down the stairs were, “Try not to use that underwear as a napkin, Hun; it might get awkward in the restaurant if you do.” Chuck yelled with a bit of annoyanceUpon hearing the third honk outside the front door, Ann shouted to Chuck, “Don’t wait up, Dear.” Right before she closed the front door. Chuck, of course, would not be up, she thought as she reached the back passenger door of the car. She thought he would be fast asleep an hour after whomever he was texting with ended their conversation. ——–During İstanbul Escort the short drive into town, Ann listened to Lynn and Sue talking about how good the new Italian restaurant was. Both got a sample at a business lunch their bosses put together earlier in the week. Ann secretly thought Sue and Lynn were both fucking their bosses but could never get them to say so.“Ann, you have got to try the Pasta e’ Fagioli; it is to die for,” says Lynn as she made a left onto the main that would take them downtown.“Oh, and the staff, Ann, oh my god, you won’t believe it, but they only hire the fit, young and attractive types and force them to wear the tightest dress pants,” said Sue with a smile and a wink looking in the rearview mirror at Ann.Ann’s eyes widened a bit at her comment, “Thanks for the input, Sue; I’m sure it’s a real fantasy palace,” she said sarcastically, but inwardly thinking how sultry Sue made it sound which made her insides start to flutter again with anticipation as her thighs began to ache as she rode in the back seat.Pulling herself from the thought, Ann watched the houses and cars drive by and thought about the town and how it was full of lifted trucks, jeeps, wranglers, and boots. She didn’t have an issue with the tiny hick town she lived in. She liked the testosterone-filled area; hell, she lost her virginity to Chuck in one of those jeeps her senior year.Her thoughts widened to her memories of Lynn and Sue being her friends throughout her high school and college years. She knew she was lucky to have them and wouldn’t be where she is today without them. Her job was all because Sue put her neck out and got her an interview at the largest firm in the city. She was a secretary in title only as she was training under one of the firm’s senior consultants to get licensed for the firm in the next few months, which would increase her wealth exponentially. Inwardly though, Ann did have to admit that sometimes it got boring having the same nights out with the same old crowd.“Perfect! got a front-row parking spot,” exclaimed Lynn, pulling in front of the restaurant and snapping Ann from her thoughts. Ann immediately thought Sue was not kidding about the staff as her door window faced the outdoor eating area as they parked.No less than three well-fit and tall gentlemen in tight waiters’ pants bustled around the outdoor tables picking and dropping plates of food. They even had a few beautiful young waitresses serving as well. It made Ann wonder who did the hiring.“Look at the ass on that one,” exclaimed Sue from the front passenger seat. Ann had looked over and agreed.“Try not to wet the seat, Sue,” Ann retorted, laughing, and Lynn rolled her eyes at Sue. “No promises, I’d let that one probe my deeper regions anytime,” Sue says with a chuckle and a wink back at Ann, pointing to a blonde-haired waiter who could not be more than twenty-two.Ann smirked and looked back to the waiter who had caught her eye on the way into the parking lot. She thought she recognized him but couldn’t place the name. He had unfortunately walked behind an outdoor bar as Ann searched for him. Ann didn’t see when he reappeared a second later and was facing her way as she opened the backdoor and stepped out onto the pavement.That was when Ann’s world and future changed in a single moment. The outside breeze caught Ann off guard as it hit her dress’s seam line, blowing up her skirt and revealing her bare crevice beneath as if she was Marilyn Monroe standing above a street grate.Oh, shit!” Ann exclaimed, turning two shades of red as she tried pushing the dress back in place. Her exposed pussy, with the cool draft beneath, sent shivers up her body as she tried to stand while pushing her dress down. Her five-inch heels digging into the pavement made the move of standing straight up all but impossible.“Fuck” Ann thinks inwardly, realizing that moment her panties were still in her clutch, and she had forgotten to put them on.Oblivious to her surroundings, she did not notice that the waiter she İstanbul Escort Bayan had eyed from the backseat was only ten feet from her and witnessed everything. Ann finally gains ground and can stand upright with her dress where it should be.“You okay, their princess?” said Sue with a laugh and a bemused look at Ann.“I’m good, Sue. Thanks,” said Ann as the young waiter just appeared before her eyes; she wondered if he had seen her clumsy exit as their eyes locked on each other.Ann’s eyes went wide; the waiter was over six feet, with what she could tell was a muscular frame. Ann could see through the tight white short-sleeved button-up that he had on that he had some tattoo work on his right arm, and his pants left nothing to the imagination.His dark olive skin shone from the festoon lighting strung over the outside eating area above him. Ann could feel her inner thighs warming again as she took in his beauty.The waiter turned red and looked embarrassed as he quickly looked away, breaking eye contact with her.Still staring at him as he walks back into the restaurant, Ann finally recognizes him asked, “Hey Lynn, that’s Mark, who lives on Jersey lane, isn’t it?” Lynn was coming around the front of the car just before he got back inside to wait on more tables.“Sure is. He is something else, isn’t he,” Lynn said with a Smirk. Ann thought this as well but said nothing.“I hope he does take out, he waited on our table earlier this week, and I meant to ask him,” proclaimed Sue smiling.“Sue, your limit is endless,” Ann said sarcastically, laughing with Lynn as the three entered the restaurant.Ann had seen him around from time to time. She knew he had graduated college a few years back and lived alone on jersey lane in a house that his grandfather left to him, but she did not know much past that. She had never spoken to him before but thought tonight might be worth taking the time.After a few minutes of wait, all three ladies got a table inside by a bay window looking out Main Street. Ann thought the summer night was a site with the sunset just coming down over the low-rise red brick buildings illuminating the main street with an orange hew.Ann watched as couples held hands and laughed on their way to wherever their destination was. She wondered inwardly what her marriage was missing as the bread and glasses of water were dropped at the table by an eighteen-year-old girl the ladies knew as Haley.A few moments later, while Ann was gazing outside, came a voice “Hello ladies, my name is Mark, and I’ll be your waiter for the evening.”Startling Ann out of her daze, Mark stood no less than two feet from her and stared directly into her eyes as she looked up.“Yea, you are,” exclaimed Sue under her breath, looking at Ann and tapping Ann’s foot under the table.“What can I get you, beautiful ladies, to drink this evening,” Mark said, staring directly down at Ann.Lynn piped up first, asking for a bottle of 2018 Cab for the table before Ann or Sue could get a word in edgewise. Ann could not pull her eyes away from him. He was a Greek Adonis, she thought.Dark wavy hair above that deep Olive skin with rich blue eyes. Mark smiled briefly at her with a bit of sweat on his brow as he turned and walked away to get their bottle of Cab.“I think he’s into you, old lady,” Lynn says, nudging Ann’s foot below the table and smiling at her.“Old Lady,” cried Sue, laughing with Lynn as Ann instantly turned three shades of red.With a “Whatever” look on Ann’s face, she smoothly turned her legs under the table, shifting her posture towards the kitchen area where the staff was entering and exiting with food and drinks on their trays. She would show them; she thought as she waited for his re-entrance.As Mark turned the corner back into the room, holding three stemmed glasses and the bottle of Cab, he looked up as Ann spread her legs wide to see her delicious mound beneath her black silk dress. Mark slowly lowered his gaze as Ann’s crevice unfolded before his eyes. He froze for a split second to take in Escort İstanbul the view right as he reached the table, almost dropping the glasses in his right hand on Lynn’s lap.He quickly recovered, regaining a grip on the glasses and setting them firmly on the table. Mark could feel his pants pressing to one side and the skin around his neckline warming.“Got to be more careful, Mark,” exclaimed Lynn giving him her best smile and wink, not noticing what Ann had done to cause the disturbance.“Sorry about that. I got distracted there for a second,” Mark said with a crack in his voice as he looked down at Ann, who looked deep into his rich blue eyes as she spread her thighs again, knowing he could see beyond the table edge as her pink seduction is fully spread out against the bottom hem of her dress.Mark’s pants swelled quickly as he watched her delicious slit spread open.  Ann was savoring his look and knew she had his full attention as Mark’s eyes looked between her pussy and her breasts as she leaned forward a bit to give him a better view.Ann saw his bulge pulsating and thickening as he took his time admiring her. Time seemed to stand still as Ann while Lynn and Sue conversed.Ann could tell he was packing and mesmerized by it.Her sexual voyeurism took her deeper into his eyes as lustful heat generated between her thighs, and her lips slowly started to peel themselves apart. “This was the hottest experience of her life,” she thought as her thighs quivered from the sexual experience, and she didn’t want it to end.Mark, feeling his cock bulge out due to Ann’s feverish body below him, snapped himself free and quickly looked over at the other two ladies at the table, hoping that his entire cock was not showing through his pants for them to see.Mark cleared his throat while asking dryly, “You ladies know what you want to eat tonight.” A little red was showing around his neckline.The women ordered their meals, and Mark swiftly left the table sweating. Ann thought this could be a fun night as she closed her legs and sipped her wine, dreaming up more ways to make him squirm.Mark returned twenty minutes later with their food and another bottle of Cab. Ann noticed his cock was back to its rightful place but still had a noticeable bulge as he dropped the plates on the table in front of Sue and Lynn and turned to Ann.He was putting Ann’s pasta plate down in front of her when he looked directly into her eyes and then down to see her exposed thighs; Ann responded quickly, spreading her legs wide, fully showing her deliciously smooth, now wet crevice between her legs again for his enjoyment.Mark’s cock instantly bulged up and to the side under his pants as his thick shaft started to boil, growing bigger by the second in front of her very eyes. Ann gasped at the sheer expansion of his girth and dreamed about wrapping her supple lips around his shaft and taking it deep down her throat.Mark, in quick thinking, forces his hand into his pocket to hide the bulge from the rest of the table.Ann’s nipples began to harden and penetrate her dress as she moved one hand to her inner thigh. Marks’ eyes darted between her exposed body parts frantically. Ann sultrily gazed up at him as she moved her hand slowly towards her center.Ann could feel her soft fingers graze across her skin as body heat rose fervently and her wetness started to release between her aching thighs. She could tell as she watched Mark’s face go rigid that he wanted more, and her body wanted the same. The sheer thought of riding his chiseled frame made her exhale.Mark, trying to avoid erupting his seed through his pants, turned quickly and walked back into the kitchen, overheated and fully aroused. Ann grabbed the glass of wine in front of her and drank greedily, trying to calm herself down and cover her sexual heat before Sue or Lynn would notice.Taking a few more drinks and a couple of deep breaths, Ann was thoroughly aroused by what she had just done but was able to calm herself enough to be present at the table. Loving the erotic experience, Ann smiled inwardly to herself when Lynn’s voice brought her back from her hot affair, and she started listening in on Lynn discussing her sex life with Sue.“He is a terrible lover. He doesn’t touch me like he used to,” said Lynn as Sue responded, “Let me guess, he finishes in two minutes and leaves you hanging.”

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