The day began most like any other day, except it was an unusually warm day for December, with the temperature tickling the sixty-degree mark. Addison sat on the deck, sipping a warm cup of coffee to jump-start her day. Her blue satin robe slipped from her thigh, exposing her long leg all the way to the confluence of her torso. Addison placed her hand upon her thigh and massaged her leg. With a slight shiver, it was time to get ready and start the daily grind at the office.

Addison took a deep breath as she stood in front of the mirror. The dark blue satin robe, untied and gaping, slipped from her round shoulders cascading to the floor. Her breasts were no longer firm and perky as they had been in her twenties. Her once firm 34Cs were sagging and were quite round in shape. Addison's areolas were irregularly shaped, with her plump pink nipple in the center of her breasts. She always wore a bra to support them. Two kids, her husband, and a few boyfriends had suckled from her breasts over the years. Addison always enjoyed her tits being sucked on, which is why they sag now. That was Addison's theory. Addison looked at her waist, and there was a tiny pair of love handles beginning to form, and she pinched them, vowing to return to the gym one day soon. Addison ran her fingers through her dark silky pubes and shivered from her intimate touch. Addison decided the shaggy musk ox look between her legs had to go.

In the shower, she lathered up, and soon all that was left was a dark triangular patch crowning her mound. Addison enjoyed touching herself but now was not the time. Stepping out of the shower, she opened her special lingerie drawer and removed a midnight blue satin thong. The thong felt strange as she usually wore briefs and nothing so overtly sensual to work. Addison felt naughty but liked the feeling and finished dressing in a midi skirt and a button-down cotton pastel blue blouse over her bra. Slipping on a pair of flats, Addison was ready for work, but she felt naked under her midi skirt.

It was a routine day at the office, and yet Addison felt an uneasy tension in her body. Late in the afternoon, Addison discovered the gusset of her thong was wet, more than a stray dribble of urine from a hurried pee. No, this moisture glistened, and Addison knew she was horny. She dabbed the moisture with some toilet paper, but she admitted she wanted more. Addison suffered through the remainder of the day until quitting time. She got into her car, started the motor but just sat there. Finally, Addison worked up the courage; she had to know just how wet she was. Addison eased her hand along her right thigh and encountered her midnight blue satin thong, which was now drenched with her nectar. Addison slipped the car into gear after licking her fingers clean and headed home.

Addison locked the sturdy front door and made a beeline to her bedroom. She took a deep breath, looking at the narrow hallway of her home, ensuring she was home alone.

Once again, the forty-one-year-old Addison stood in front of the full-length mirror. She surveyed her body as she removed her blouse. Addison checked out with three buttons undone to see if she could still show some cleavage. Still, her bra was not constructed to be sexy but utilitarian. The bra was next, and her breasts hung there, not those of a co-ed but a mature woman.

Addison bent down to take off the ankle boots and socks she was wearing on her feet, her slender legs bending at the knee in her tight blue denim jeans. Now standing on her bare feet, she unbuttoned her skirt and gave a little sigh of relief as her skirt was quite tight, and she was eager to take it so she could lounge around in something more comfortable.

Addison stood in front of the mirror, surveying her naked body except for her damp midnight blue satin thong the betrayed her arousal. Addison didn't always feel completely confident about her body. However, Addison knew that she was still a good-looking woman at forty-one. Addison surmised that this is a fact, not only by how men, and sometimes women, looked at her. Addison was reasonably secure in herself at forty-one; she was still sexy.

Standing at 5'7", on well-exercised legs that were a bit thicker around the thighs, she was a slim but curvy woman with a pair of full and plump breasts with very stiff nipples at the moment. Addison was on the elevator at the office today, and a guy had boarded and absent-mindedly stared at her tits for a full five seconds before he caught himself. He embarrassedly started looking at his phone for the rest of the trip.

He had been younger than Natalie, but not by much. She remembered that he was quite a looker, a few inches taller than her in her heeled ankle boots, with broad shoulders and curly hair. She could see her face, full lips under a small nose and brown eyes, blush a bit under her dark brown ponytail. She had probably blushed then as well, but this time at home, she was more comfortable and felt more aroused than embarrassed as she had been at the time.

Addison tried to remember who he was, but she hadn't seen him before. After all, her office was quite big, and he could be working in any part of it. Feeling her breasts in her hands, she continued looking at herself in the mirror. She squeezed her hands slightly and felt the pliable flesh squeeze out from between her fingers flesh. Continuing to look at her mirror image holding her breasts, she caught herself rubbing her crotch gently with a finger or two and fantasizing about the man in the elevator. Addison's fingers glided effortlessly over the moist satin that ensconced her puffy lips.

Stepping back with a sigh, she collected her clothes and tossed them in the hamper, and grabbed her robe from the bathroom. Exiting the bathroom, Addison headed down the hallway into the living room, throwing her robe on the coffee table and lying on her back on the couch. Her head rested her head on a pillow against one edge and propped her bare feet up on the other. Addison's hand cupped her mound, feeling her nectar permeating the thin thong. Addison relaxed the tension fading from her body.

Lying down with her breasts exposed, she started to browse the internet on her laptop absent-mindedly. Her mind wandered, and she started thinking about what might have happened had either she or the elevator guy been a bit bolder. What if he had been more aggressive? What if the elevator got stuck too? She wondered how he might have touched her... would she have let him? Addison's felt her free left hand starting to wander.

Addison took a pillow from the foot end of the couch and put it between her thighs. She shifted over halfway onto her side, facing away from the back of the sofa. Her eyes fixated on the laptop screen. She read the words, the words of a lewd, erotic story. Addison masturbated regularly and had been doing so since she was a teenager. When she was living by herself in college, it became a daily ritual when she became sexually active in her early twenties. Sometimes Addison would look at porn to help her along, but her favorite thing was to read erotica. She had a vivid imagination that could quickly push her body along with the words she was reading and the graphic images she had in her mind.

The brief elevator encounter had aroused her enough to get her juices flowing. Addison bit her lower lip and squeezed the pillow hard between her thighs as she continued to read the text on the screen. Her free hand wandered across her fully exposed breasts, taking each nipple between thumb and index finger, rolling it until it was rigid and ached.

Addison kept playing with her hard nipple, squeezing her soft breast with the rest of the hand. Her panty-clad legs tightened their grip on the pillow, and she rotated her lower body a bit so that she could squeeze harder against it, humping it. Her mind wandered, and Addison pictured herself embraced from behind by the strong arms of a tall man, his firm hands grasping her breasts and pulling on her nipples between his fingers. She imagined him nuzzling her neck as she let out something between a sigh and a moan. A plea for him to take her.

Her eyes shut, and she took her hand off the mouse, so she could play with her erect nipples with both hands. Her legs started moving faster as the pillow grinding intensified. The couch was rocking a bit. Addison could make herself orgasm quickly if she wanted to, which was very useful when she needed a quick relief, but not today.

However, Addison wasn't in much of a hurry. She wanted to enjoy her fantasy elevator man more, so she decided not to cum just yet. With eyes closed, Addison ground her throbbing pussy hard against the pillow through her thong, biting her lip and making sure she didn't go over the edge. Moaning through her teeth, she stopped right before she felt the inevitable point of no return, and she lay utterly still. The pillow in a death grip between her aching thighs, she concentrated on staving off the oncoming wave of orgasmic that she knew was pending.

Addison rolled over on her back and breathed a few times heavily. That had been close, but she managed to stop herself from having an orgasm just yet. That meant her pussy was aching, and her hips were gyrating for more, almost on their own. Her right hand wandered carefully down her bare stomach and into her tiny, wet thong. She could feel the radiating warmth of her cunt, and her fingers slipped between her slick, swollen pussy lips and the soaked thong; she sighed.

Finally opening her eyes, she was squirming for more after denying herself a quick pillow-humping orgasm. She fiercely pulled her thong off, baring her slender legs, and clutched them in her hand. The thong briefly clung to her dripping wet pussy lips when Addison finally pulled the thong off. Again it was the elevator man who had stripped her thong from her body, at least in Addison's mind.

She took the panties in her left hand and brought them up to her face, drawing in the musky aroma of her soaked sex. She imagined that the elevator man was smelling them and then wrapping them around his erect cock, jerking it and mixing his precum with her juices. It could be the elevator guy, or it could be some other broad-chested man. She wasn't too bothered with details at this particular moment.

Her right hand wandered down across her breasts and stomach, searching for her aching mound. She kept her pubic hair shaved from around her vulva but maintained had a neatly trimmed, dark triangle patch of pubic hair, which was now wet and matted with her pussy juice. This patch started just above her clitoral hood, which her hand soon found. A loud moan escaped her lips as her middle and ring fingers found the opening to her pussy. Her cunt soaked in the abundant amount of her juices that had collected in her abyss.

She took her newly wet fingers and started rubbing her erect little clit, that was poking out from under its hood. She continued to imagine the man, whoever he was, rubbing his erect cock on her clit with her soaking the head of his dick. His strokes intensified with her rubbing, and Addison bit her lip to keep herself from moaning too loudly.

A wave of pleasure erupted from her clit, growing more intense the more she frantically rubbed it. She could feel herself approaching the point of no return, this time deciding to cross it. She imagined large ropes of cum streaming out of the moaning man's big cock, filling her wrapped up in her thong, some of her cum dripping onto the sofa and even spilling onto the floor. Another wave of pleasure overtook her, this one too intense to resist.

Her thick thighs clenched around her hand, and her feet pushed away from the edge of the sofa as she began to cum, her fingers pressing hard against her clit. She muffled a series of loud moans by covering her mouth with her left hand while her lower body twisted and gyrated. A strong wave of pleasure went out from her pussy, down through her legs, and made her curl her toes.

Addison sighed and started breathing heavily with her rounds, tits heaving up and down. That had been gratifying, but Addison wanted more. It was a magnificent clitoral orgasm, but Addison ached to have her pussy filled up. Wasting no time, still riding on the afterglow of her first orgasm, she got up on her feet and stood on the floor. She looked at the couch. There was a visible wet spot on the dark green fabric. Damn, she would have to clean that up. Now was not the time to worry about that, however.

Addison was on her knees on the edge of the sofa. She leaned against the back with one hand, trying to position herself above the existing wet spot. After all, this wasn't the first time she had done this, and she was a practical woman who saw no point in cleaning up two different stains. Addison moved her legs further apart from each other and could feel the lips of her throbbing pussy open.

Once again, her free hand wandered down to her pussy, and she found it warm and absolutely dripping wet. She gave her swollen clit a few quick rubs, causing her to moan and her pussy to contract.

She wanted her cunt to be filled, and she could feel its aching emptiness. In response, she slipped the three lower fingers of her right hand into her sopping wet cunt with fantastic ease.

In her imagination, the man was taking her hard from behind. His hard cock ramming in and out of her wanting cunt. Addison was pushing her fingers in and out of her wet pussy hole and could feel his balls slapping against her clit every time the palm of her hand hit it. She stifled more moans by biting her lip and fingered herself faster and faster as the man fucked her harder and harder in her mind.

A wave of pleasure erupted through her whole body from deep within her cunt. Addison's knees grew weak and buckled below her. Her fingers buried deep inside her soaking pussy, she imagined the man burying his throbbing cock deep into her and filling her with his seed. Addison moaned and had to choke down a scream as juices dripped out of her slit, joining with the existing wet spot beneath her. More juices ran down both of her trembling thighs, making them slick and glistening.

Once again, Addison had another violent orgasm and her cum. Her cum spewed from her pussy, draining all she had left in her. The wet spot on the sofa was much larger now, and Addison lay there naked and spent with her fingers languishing in her hot saturated pussy. Addison laid there thinking about how the elevator man had just ravaged her body and fucked her senseless. Addison's body began to recover, her mound covered with her nectar, and Addison completely sated until the next time.