How I changed Pt. 02 - Sex Stories

How I changed Pt. 02

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"Strewth,'" said my husband, "you must have needed that."

He was certainly right. But, ever the typical male, he simply got to his feet and went to the bathroom to wash his face and gargle with mouthwash. I was left frustrated, needing more.

"A good hard fucking would have been nice," I muttered.

With his mint-flavoured mouth, my husband returned to inform me that he was off for the day and he'd see me at about six in the evening. Naked, I saw him to the door and tried to kiss him goodbye but he quickly closed the door behind him. "In case anyone sees you," were his parting words.

Fuck, I wish they would.

The man had also gone from the window so I prepared myself for the day ahead to see what, if any, adventures I could have.

It was sunny, so a good excuse to wear as little as possible. After a freshen-up, I put on a red, silky thong. Well, it was almost a g-string, it was so small with ribbon-like ties. It just about covered my pussy. I chose a thin dress with a low neckline that was fastened at the front with buttons. No bra was needed today, and my firm nipples showed through the material and my breasts jiggled as I walked. I felt so sexy that I was tempted to masturbate before I went out but held back to prolong the pleasure.

By the time I was ready to leave, it was nearly ten so I didn't bother with breakfast. I had a cup of coffee in the room.

Walking to the town centre, I attracted a few appreciative male glances. The sun warmed my ...

... skin and my nipples extended further. I felt amazingly free and there was a tantalising throb within my thong that made me smile with anticipation.

I walked around several shops without incident until I went into a small lingerie shop called 'Secret Things'. They had some lovely, lacy bras and thongs that took my fancy.

A pretty dark-haired girl, probably early twenties, appeared from the back of the shop, smiled sweetly, and said. "Sorry, I didn't hear you come in. Is there anything you would like to try on?"

I told her there was and she asked my bra size. I said I was sure my boobs kept altering so she suggested measuring me for a proper fit. "Fine," I agreed.

She told me to go into a smaller private room at the back of the shop while she put a temporary 'Closed' sign on the door. "I'm on my own today," she said.

The small room was very hot and intimate. I undid the top buttons of my dress and eased my shoulders out of the short sleeves. The dress fell to my hips and then, without warning, onto the floor. This was quite an accident -- I'd never had the urge to expose myself to a woman.

Sandra didn't seem shocked to find me standing in only a tiny thong and shoes. She picked up my dress, hung it over a chair, and then slipped a tape measure under my breasts to get the first size. I thought her hands were shaking, but perhaps it was just my imagination.

She then measured the fullest part of my bust on her way to working out the correct cup size. Her fingers ...