1. Lonely MILF: A Sexual Awakening


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

    touched her leg and looked on from one side of her while her boyfriend gradually became aware of what she was doing from the other side. Meanwhile I was rubbing myself for real, while imagining Samantha urging me on from one side of me while my husband watched from the other, astonished that I had a sexual bone in my body that wasn't reserved exclusively for his own pleasure. I became totally lost in this vision as I brought myself to a screaming orgasm, calling out Samantha's name at the top of my lungs! "I'm coming for you, Samantha! Oh God, oh God!!" As I recovered from my intense orgasm, thinking this was the second time in a row that my orgasm had erupted from a powerful image of Samantha, I realized I was going to be late getting to school. I rushed to the school, ending up being a few minutes late. I was only a volunteer, I wasn't on the payroll, but still. I was never late. Ever. Carol, the teacher and a friend of mine, even teased me, "Elizabeth, what could possibly have made you late?" Instant paranoia!Do I look flustered?I asked myself. I got flustered easily.Are my cheeks still red from those naughty stories I read and my climax with Samantha's name on my lips?I hoped not.Can Carol tell I just had an orgasm?I could feel some wetness in my panties, but there's no way anyone would be able to see that. "I-I-I just lost track of t-t-time," I stammered awkwardly. "I was just teasing," she smiled. Samantha said, "You look rejuvenated."Oh God, Samantha's part of this  conversation too? Dare I even look at her? "Pardon?" I asked her, blushing as I managed to meet her gaze. "There's something different about you right now," she said, looking me up and down as if seeing right through me.I felt like sinking through the floor. "There is?" I asked, feeling a chill go down my spine as she looked deep into my soul. "Yes, but I can't put my finger on it," she said, looking at me, slightly perplexed as she pondered the mystery of my looks and my nervous behaviour. A child started crying and we both went to deal with her. Half an hour later, as the kids ran boisterously out the door to recess, and I was talking about how I get awakened all night by alerts on my phone, but I didn't want to put it on mute and miss an important call. "I hear there's a way to solve that," Carol mentioned, "although I have no idea how to do it." "I do," Samantha offered. "So I could have it so it still rings if someone calls, but it won't bing for every text message, twitter update or Facebook message?" I asked. "Sure, it's easy," Samantha said. "Let me see your phone." I handed it to her and she asked, "What time do you need it to go into Do-Not-Disturb mode?" "Ten." "What time do you want it to turn itself back on?" "Eight, I guess," I said, as I noticed her intriguing cinnamon scent. "Okay," she said, as the school bell rang, summoning the kids back to class. "I'll need a couple of minutes." "Sure," I said. I went to help the children again, and it was at least twenty ...
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