Signs are the MILF Gets Her Share - Sex Stories

Signs are the MILF Gets Her Share

... access colors each day, and bracelets must be visible. Tomorrow it will be white. The next day pink.

I'm off work on pink day, she thinks absently. Her mind randomly floats as she serves an endless stream of rec center visitors. The clock flashes noon and that means her relief, Jennifer, is bound to be right around the corner. By 12:03, Shauna is starting to get concerned. She timed her bathroom break to coincide with her lunch break, and she's about to burst. By 12:05, Shauna starts to shift nervously on the balls of her feet as her back teeth begin to swim.

Jennifer burst onto the scene with all her typical bluster and fanfare.

"So sorry doll! I had a million things on the go this morning. Let me tell you, when Sharon came over to my desk -". Shauna thrusts out her hand, silencing Jennifer.

"Can't talk! I am about to pee myself Jenn!" she squeaks. She doesn't wait for a response. Shauna tosses off her green smock and hustles to the Staff washroom. It is further down the hall than the Ladies, but it's a private room that the public can't access. She crashes the door and is inside with her panties down in less than a second.

Instant relief. Finally, after what seems like forever, she slows to a drip. She sighs with contentment, wipes up, and slides up her panties and slacks. She turns to flush, confused for a moment when the toilet flushes on its own. Automatic sensors. She smiles to herself, even as she feels very old.

At 52, she's not old. She's fitter ...

... than most 'women of a certain age', with a tight body to match a surprisingly firm set of giant knockers. She doesn't dress like a slut, but that doesn't mean she can't party down like one. And just because she's conservative now, doesn't mean that she wasn't totally wild in her youth. She scolds herself for being so hard on herself.

And yet, she realizes how quickly life is passing her by and how much she still wants to do. Shauna realizes that she isn't feeling old so much as she's feeling trapped.

A cool rush of air caresses her from head to toe as the door swings open behind her. In her rush, she forgot to lock it.

"I'm just finishing up," she says as she pivots.

Her eyes widen and panic claws at her throat. The deaf boy stands in the doorway. Fight or flight. For some reason, those are the only two words that pop into her mind. But they don't have any meaning to her. She feels stunned. All she can do is stagger back, her calves hitting the toilet, knocking her flat on her ass back on the seat.

It's warm, she thinks. Then, she realizes how absurd that thought is. She had just stood up; of course it was warm.

That moment gifts her with enough time to gather her senses. She looks up at him, curious as he closes the door behind him.

He locks it.

She waits patiently, heart hammering, knowing that there's nothing she can say to him. He won't hear her. She has only three options. She can yell for help. Or, she can fight him, creating a disturbance that ...