1. Lonely MILF: A Sexual Awakening


    Date: 8/13/2019, Categories: First Time Author: bysilkstockingslover, Source: Literotica

    makes you look really sexy." "Thanks," I said, feeling my cheeks burning red from this rather harmless conversation. Clearly the lack of attention from my husband was impacting how desperately lonely I felt and how urgently I felt the need for any sort of positive attention. I pointed out, awkwardly I'm sure, "Your outfit is really cute." I added, looking at her plaid skirt and red blouse and beige pantyhose, "I'm surprised to see you wearing pantyhose." My words were vanilla, but behind them was a compulsive need to prolong this conversation: if I said something nice back to her, then she may say something even nicer back to me, and etcetera, and wouldn't that be wonderful! You can see how pitiful I was. "Why would you be surprised?" she asked. "I'm... it's just..." I babbled, floundering for what to say, her casual question somehow achieving monumental importance to me and requiring the ultimate in witty or insightful replies. I settled for replying lamely, "Most young people don't think they're fashionable." She shrugged and said, her soft tone shifting ever so slightly, "I'm not like most of my peers." "That's good," I laughed awkwardly. "You're intriguing, Elizabeth," she said warmly, giving my leg a brief squeeze before going away to help a student with his finger painting. Over the next couple of weeks, we chatted a few times and I couldn't explain it, but whenever I glanced over to her, she seemed to be looking at me, or her eyes were roaming over my body. If  she'd caught me looking at her, my focus would have fled instantly to some other part of the room, but whenever I caught her, she would just give me a warm, relaxed smile before eventually allowing her attention to wander someplace else. At first I thought it was just me, but it continued to happen, and soon whenever we made eye contact she wouldn't avert her eyes at all, as if she welcomed my knowledge that she enjoyed looking at me. She wanted me to know that I had her attention. I couldn't explain it, but I felt like I was on display, and even though it was awkward, it soon became me who always broke the eye contact... I frequently looked back shortly afterwards and would feel a slight disappointment whenever she wasn't still admiring me, although often she still was. When we chatted, she often touched my hand or leg, and complimented me about this or that, frequently to point out some fresh aspect of my alleged beauty. This should have disturbed me. I was married. I was straight. I was a mom. I was twenty-eight. She was nineteen. Yet somehow she made me feel more alive. I couldn't explain it, but I began to like her looking at me, it even made me feel lusted after (which surprisingly made me feel warm inside instead of objectified), even though she'd never said a word to imply that she might be a lesbian or into me. Yet, they say actions speak louder than words, and her actions kept repeating that she was attracted to me. I began looking forward to seeing her, and I felt ...
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