For anyone who didn’t see John’s post, I will briefly set the stage. John and Nancy dated during their senior year of high school, before going off to different universities. During the year they became lovers, but they broke off the relationship after graduation, recognizing the difficulty of maintaining a long distance relationship as they concentrated on their studies (and social lives) at their new schools.
While Nancy and John were dating, Nancy kept me abreast of the intimate details of their relationship. I coached Nancy when John started pressing for more physical contact. Nancy was anything but a prude, but did not want to fumble around in an unexperienced manner, and so sought information. I taught her how to give a lip smacking blow job, and heard all of the details as their intimacies increased from petting to full-fledged, down and dirty fucking. By Halloween, they were fucking nearly daily at our home in the morning before school, after school, or both. This continued through the school year, and intermittently during the summer before they left for their respective universities.
I must say I was a bit envious of Nancy during that year because my relationship with my husband was going from bad to worse. We separated soon after Nancy graduated from high school. So while Nancy was enjoying regular sex, I spent the year getting next to none, relying upon the inanimate lovers I kept in my dresser for occasional pleasure.
When their freshman year concluded John returned to our town; Nancy elected to stay at school and accept an internship with one of her professors. I had heard that John had come home and was working with his Mom at her nail salon. I decided to drop in to see him, and to say “Hello.”
I thought the best time to visit would be late Saturday afternoon, when the traffic at the salon slowed down and we would be able to talk a bit more freely. As I thought about it Saturday morning I began to get more and more excited, and my thoughts began to get lewder and lewder. Nancy had told me about John’s cock, which she said was quite a bit bigger than her father’s, as well as of John’s stamina and recuperative powers. With my coaching, Nancy had also taught John the finer points of pussy worship, and she said he had been a willing and enthusiastic student.
I lay by my pool in the morning, working on my tan, and considering the wisdom of possibly getting involved with my daughter’s former lover, a young man a bit more than half my age. The more I thought about it, the hotter I got and the better the idea seemed to me. After a bite of lunch, I turned my attention to getting ready properly for my nail salon seduction.
I took a long bath and carefully shaved every trace of hair from my pudendum. I did not want any distracting razor burn. Frankly I was so excited that I had to be extra careful as I shaved. Afterwards, I rubbed a cool lotion into the flesh of my pussy, giving ample attention to my labia and clit. I repeatedly brought myself to a peak of excitement, then backed off. I wanted to be smoking hot when I got to the salon.
Next, I chose what I would wear. It was a warm day so I could dress lightly without provoking undue attention to myself. Forsaking a bra or panties, I chose a semi-sheer silk camisole, and a full skirt which did not reach my knees. I put my hair into a ponytail, and wore just a hint of makeup.
I drove to the salon and arrived around 3:40. I had not made an appointment, but John was the receptionist and immediately broke into a smile when I walked in. He assured me that they could fit me in for a mani pedi. I told John that I had hoped that he could give me mine so that we could visit. I leaned forward, giving John a flash of my breasts. He wasn’t licensed, he said, but I told him that I did not care, and that rules were made to be broken. My nipples were poking out the silk of my camisole; John stuttered that if I could wait a few minutes, he would make an exception for me.
“You are such a slut,” I thought to myself as I took a seat across from John in the waiting area. I arranged my skirt in a haphazard fashion to give John a look at my long, tan legs. As the remaining customers’ treatments finished up, John checked them out and the staff members put away their implements and straightened up their stations. I tried to appear interested in the magazine which I had selected, but kept peeking toward John, catching his eye and staring at him. I wondered to myself what Nancy would think if she could see me tempting and teasing her former lover. I concluded that she would be amused, and would wish that she could have been a fly on the wall.