Paging Mrs. Robinson....

I don't know whether I mentioned to hubby or not but his interest in me teasing poor, young Derek, had me thinking of The Graduate.

So yesterday, the start of a new week had me thinking of those days of the week panties when I was a girl. I read a comment on someone else's blog..(I gotta keep notes because I can never remember where I read it when it strikes me fun/funny/kinky/hot later.) "Undie-less" Mondays.

I have a correspondent who, rather than enjoying the sexy/fun/pretty/panties I wear wonders if I wouldn't feel sexy without them. Dammit. Hard enough coordinating my bra and panties to my shoes much less to no panties...what, a nude bra and barefoot? Sheesh....

So yesterday, I was getting dressed and the best pair of thigh highs I could find had a run...it was high up towards the back and was covered by my skirt, but still, had me looking over my shoulder past my ass wondering if it had grown...

Got me thinking...

Caught me thinking as I subconsciously stared through Derek. Crooked a finger to Derek when not many people were around. "You going out for lunch?"

"I brought mine, was going to eat it at my desk..." Then a pause, thinking, wary, excited,"Uh, why?" You could almost HEAR the wheels turning and his inner voice saying "DAMMIT why did I say that..."

"Oh nothing.."..shameless hair twirl..."I was thinking about yor sweet offer that i should have had you run out to my car for my other heels.." I was already dangling one anticipating his involuntary eye flick under my desk.

"No, I remembered to wear the right ones today. Its just...." I lowered my voice conspiratorially "..I got a run in my thigh highs and I am paranoid its growing....I was thinking of sending you to the store for a new pair."

"I'd be happy to!" And he looked it...

"No, that's OK, lets just keep an eye on the run for now... It'll be fine...I can always take 'em off and go with nude legs if need be...." I grinned and whispered, "Scandalous!"

So today he didn't comment when I wasn't wearing anything on my legs but a couple of nicks....I was swinging a purple pump from my toe, not watching him watch me...(Damn I'm obsessed with shoe dangling at the moment.)

Finally when most of the team were out on a muffin or nicotine break, I slid over and said, "Hey would you mind running that errand for me at lunch?"

"No Problem!" he beamed.

I stood and bent over more than necessary rooting around in my purse and came up with a twenty. "Here this will cover it, let me write down the kind and size...you know how that works?"

"Uh, no..." a bit flustered. Recovering..."I'm sure i can figure it out...I can cover it." He said, trying to refuse the twenty.

"Well, I think Jennifer might be annoyed spending money on lingerie so I better cover it." That gave him pause for thought. I teased, "If you plan on buying lingerie for The Boss, it ought to be something YOU get to pick out! Why don't you get her a pair too with the twenty, you mentioned its hard for you to get her to wear hose, and I know you like it, so give it a shot." I scratched a note about what I thought from his description would be her size on the bottom of the note. I told him he could sneak out a little early so it doesn't cut into his lunch and I would cover for him.

He actually was coming back already as I was leaving and gave me the thigh highs in a brush pass that would have made John le Carre proud.

I had envisioned a Mrs. Robinson scene with me perched on the desk lasciviously rolling them up my legs, but that seemed a little obvious so I wriggled them on under the steering wheel of the car and headed off to Starbucks.

I am wearing them out crossing and re-crossing my legs as I type. Not sure if it is the stockings or the fact that I was talking to Derek again today about my nude legs, on "Undie-less Tuesday." I know, not the same ring but it took me a day to get the courage to go 'commando'. I didn't even bring a pair in my purse. I'm thinking of stopping by hubby's office on the way home from work.

Update for today's post

(edit: Jim ~for whom I am on this week-long campaign of slutty attire to lure him out of hiding~ said he loves the sound of the shoes, has a shoe thing himself. I have agreed to wear nothing but them for the rest of the week until he gets a chance to slip into the building to voyeur them)


Added:
Good thing classic black pumps go with everything but it does limit my sartorial options. I already can;t reasonably bare midriff in the workplace, less the young sluts on my team outshine me, and well it's just unseemly for a 40+ boss lady. Further the 'one slutty thing at a time" means that the heels and a mini, or the heels and deep decolletage are out as well.

I will have to fall back on the "accidental" slutty signals. Mostly snug fit. Like "OOps is it cold in here of does this unlined bra and thin twin-set sweater not disguise the location of my erect nipples?" The "Oh, dear did the whale tail of my thong show when I bent over in these medium rise jeans?" is a good one but you can't pull it off all day, or you get a crick in your back form bending over all the time. Panty lines are sexy as I understand it from guys despite how hard we try to avoid them. No panty lines when there definitely should be some cause consternation as well. Camel toe is hard to pull off in the office, especially except on casual Fridays and I usually wear jeans and ones tight enough for that are hard to sit down in.

I've thought about it and decided I will not be posting my attire here for Jim to see lest he merely wait till my lunchtime furtive post and choose to stop by (or not) only AFTER he has seen the menu. I am damned sexy in anything and he will take what he gets when he finally deigns to lower himself to peep at me. So there!

Fireworks...

We were invited to a pool party on the fourth by some younger friends. They live in a nice but fairly inexpensive condo. The complex is located on kind of a rise and the opening of its U-shape faces towards the campus area. The plan was to partake of some adult beverages poolside and watch the fireworks over the city from there. Wait, I'm getting ahead of myself here.

The condo association has a clubhouse with a bar that they reserved. It sits next to the pool area. When you reserve the clubhouse, it is common and expected for the party to spill over into the pool area, but the pool area isn't subject to being set aside. This is not a huge deal, but probably more than half the units have been rented out to students by absentee landlords.

Students/alcohol/guests combination has resulted in predictable problems so now the unwritten rule is that the non-guests crowd into the farther end of the pool. The last time we went, it was not attractive. I recall elbowing hubby when he was ogling a coed that now that I think about it did have an amazing ass. (I was in reigning-him-in mode then, so I kinda hadda do it.) The low point was when someone actually threw up on the deck.

So, understandably, hubby was a bit ginger on his approach. When he got around to mentioning the party, it almost too late to decide. He finally said, "Eric and Kellie are having a party but I'm guessing that's a no?"

"A pool party?" I asked (as if that wasn't the very thing he remembered I would find distasteful).."That sounds like a great way to deal with this humidity.."

When he mentioned that it was that night (the third actually) I rushed around pulling things out of drawers trying to decide what to wear...

I have been trying to encourage hubby's pervy ideas without being obvious about it. I want to see how much he will push if I give him some lead. He tried to be casual about it, but it was obvious he was pretty excited thinking about it when he said, "The blue bikini looks great on you..." Like he was only suggesting it because of the color.

The fact that the legs are cut above my belly-button and the front scoops so low I have to have a VERY good shave. This is a no-landing-strip suit! The top actually does a decent job of holding in what it should, while looking like you are about to fall out. It is under wired and has some sort of spongy filler in these little pockets. Hubby likes it when I go without the pads because nipples are totally outlined in the stretchy fabric.

Anyway, I was confidant that I looked OK, maybe even hot in certain circles..but with college students as competition? I kind of wished I had covered up with a top and shorts or something so I could get the lay of the land before I did the grand strip (or hide!). Instead I had on an absolutely sheer "cover-up" (so-called) that covered nothing, but does camouflage a little with a faint tropical print. It is open down the front anyway, so basically it hides nothing.

The topper was the shoes. He pointed to a pair of strappy white sandals. Sounds reasonable, I know. But this particular pair has 3" heels! Uber-slut models by the pool. AAKK.
We got there about dusk..I was fidgeting the whole way there in the car.

Interestingly my fears were for naught as there must have been a kegger somewhere. There were less students than I have ever seen at Eric and Kellie's. There were (maybe 10-12?) couples and a handful of guys that were loosely invited by our friends. I think some were neighbors of theirs, I wasn't clear how it all came together. Everyone seemed to have some kind of work connection but it went like, Jane works with Mellisa's husband who is in a a league with Josh who invited a coworker...(well you get the idea..a collection of strangers)

A bit of drinking had occurred before we got there and a couple of girls were shrieking that whole "You better not throw me in" tease. They of course were summarily tossed in, one without a suit. Well not naked, just in a top and a skirt. A lovely light neutral shade of taupe. Which disappeared entirely when her lovely olive skin showed through..I let him ogle that..I was pretty impressed with her breastworks, myself.

About then, attracted by the giggles and shrieks I imagine, a couple of guys that apparently live there found reasons to walk past the pool. Repeatedly.

In my new, "encourage them all see what happens" mode, I made eye-contact with one and hoisted my beer subtly. His mouth actually gaped and he gave a feeble wave. He was back in short order with a slightly more confidant appearing wing man, who made a big production of taking off his shirt and flexing a bit as he eased into the hot-tub attached to the pool. They had brought their own, sort of. Looked like about an 18 pack of keystone light, but the way the box sagged, it probably was a couple of six-packs shy...

I then realized I had been watching all this, and that hubby had been watching me watch them..He had a bit of a glazed look in his eye..I decided to push it a little. There was already a couple in the hot tub that we sort of know...I said to hubby, "Lets go claim a spot in the hot-tub with Tabitha and Luis before the college kids take over!"

I maneuvered to where I was to hubby's left sandwiching him between me and the quite tipsy Tabitha. I decided to distract him a bit by 'accidentally' jostling him into Tabby's boobs. Repeatedly.

This I thought made it less obvious that I had arranged myself next to the shyer of the two college (I assume) boys. The 'studly' one was openly staring at my boobs..(well maybe Tabby's too.)

Hubby thought he was in heaven I am sure and that was BEFORE I started the through-the trunks hand-job, while maintaining both eye-contact and my end of an actual conversation with Luis. He almost gave the game away when I yanked the bow holding his short tied and freed his cock underwater...he recovered nicely though and seemed to know that he couldn't be trusted to talk. I gestured about something and made an excuse to look over to the boy on my right. Sort of odd that I kind of couldn't watch him watching because he was too close, you know? But I did meet his eye, still stroking with a firm grasp under the water and he HAD to know what I was doing...

In my feverish brain I pictured him reaching for my other hand and guiding it to his turgid member. But no, that didn't happen. I scooched his way a little. I was quite literally leading hubby by his cock. Pull hubby, move closer to my prey, pull hubby..it seemed I got away with it...Eventually I had the side of my thigh pressed up against the kid's. (That sounds just pervy)...I don't have whole lot of MILF/Cougar/young stud fantasies usually, but this just looked like a porno set and I was acting the part.

My leg was trembling a bit as I tried to hold it still..and ..what?..wait for him to make a move? wait for hubby to notice?

No footsie, no hand job, no snorkeling-for-cock-blowjob, no finger-fucking occurred. Even the jets didn't cooperate..They tickled, aroused, suggested, but never were in the right place to hit "THE SPOT" I was tempted at one point to face the edge and straddle a jet and hump it for all I was worth.

Wait there was some footsie. Sort of. I hooked my husbands ankle and pushed his foot over to rub Tabitha's leg...he recoiled, she seemed not to notice..(she had consumed another Mai Tai by then so she was past feeling no pain - or apparently feeling no frottage). In a weird way I actually was thinking it would be hot if hubby was feeling her up un-beknownst to me.

Luis at one point was sitting on the deck with an arm across Tabitha's shoulder and I decided he was either at least mildly aroused, or hung like a horse. I tried not to stare.

I appointed myself bar-maid having hopped up to get that last drink for Tabitha. Hubby was nursing his beer, and I changed it for a cold one. I drank a bit less of the Mike's Hard Lemonade than I let on. But played the tipsy ditz a little; bouncing my boobies in and out of the tub.

At some point, someone turned out all the outside lights, even the ones shining out of the clubhouse. We were waiting for fireworks. Some were went off from time to time and I missed each but the trailing streamers. (End of innings? Home run? Hit?).

Someone was showing off his iPhone4 and had some sort of answer on when we would expect fireworks. It seemed really dark around the pool because the underwater lights were on so you could see everyone in the pool and spa and nearby but the shadows faded to black quickly. By now I was keeping my hands to myself because every time the 20 minute timer killed the bubbles you could see everything in the water.

There is kind of a raised deck toward the "student end" of the pool that is high enough to give a better view over these privacy bushes. About 9ish when apparently a show was supposed to start it was suggested we go over there and we all sloshed over. There was a fair amount of jiggling and jostling. I counted 3 boobs and at least one swimsuit bulge besides my husbands and I wasn't TRYING to cop a feel..(really) In my delusional imagination, I kept waiting to be felt up.

It finally happened!

Well it was my spouse so I'm not sure it counts. Also I had been rubbing up against his completely rigid cock for sometime, and well, i was asking for it. He was being subtle about it though, and I sensed, rather than actually saw that the shy guy wait lets call him "the peeper" seems pervier. In the hot tub and as we gathered I sensed he stayed in a position where he could watch but just out of my range. I was standing in front of husband, and he was cupping my still damp suit...curiously it was mostly damp on my venus-mons-ish area..:)

I reached down, pulled the waistband out a bit and guided his hand down my pants. He stiffened..(well THAT was already stiff!) I mean he almost pulled free..I whispered.."No one is looking." (which I believed or at least hoped was untrue.)

His other hand was wrapped around me catching me on my ribs just above my belly...I placed his hand right on my right boob and squeezed his hand like I'm teaching a blind boy what to do with a boob. Sheesh! Finding the nipple wasn't hard because it was as erect as he was. He gave it a little squeeze when I practically chop-stick guided him there. I wanted to stretch the fabric down under and pop my whole breast free but he was already skittish...after a while he eased one hand off my chest and the other out of my pants and crossed them under my breasts...

Fuddy duddy! I thought. He seemed to look to the left and right like all casual then I felt him hook his thumbs into my waistband. He gently, slowly pulled up, a little more and a little more..He was giving me a DAMN WEDGIE!..It was hot! ~grin~ I could feel my entire ass hanging out, and the fabric 'wedging' into my slit was rubbing me just the right way...

Pulled up so it flossed my ass and deep v in the front almost reached my navel, I am sure it looked ridiculous, but I was a bristle with sensations. He pried the fabric out of my lips and over to the side. I was picturing 'the peeper' with night vision goggles drooling over in the corner. Except he wasn't in the corner he was rather close and conveniently was standing in the one place that the crowd didn;t hide what we were doing from all but the most immediate neighbors...Oh I was Hot....I couldn't even look at the peeper as I had been thinking about.

Hubby had no problem at all slipping a digit in then two...

"Fuck me!" I leaned back and whispered in his ear..

"I am" he said out loud, curling both fingers HARD into my g-spot...kind of lifting me onto the balls of my feet.

"NO..with this!" I hissed and grabbed his cock a little harder than I had intended. He held back the yelp though, and I let go of the cock through the fabric but held the fabric as I pulled the front of his shorts down behind me...

The slutty shoes helped with the awkward part, but not entirely he ducked..(or was forced down my my insistent hand on the head of his cock. I think his cock was kind of twisted oddly, but I got it down, between my legs and positioned at the entrance and then it was in!

My legs started spasms...I was trying to stand still and he wasn't actually fucking me so much as filling me up...impaling me, really. He went back to teasing my clit out of my slit...I had forgotten that my entire pussy is completely exposed because the suit is dug into the lest side of my crotch..He was fiddling and teasing and it felt great.

As Foreplay.

I wanted to get off before I started humming or screaming or I don;t know what..I brushed his hands to the side slightly and just full on frigged myself off in about less than 10 strokes...

It had probably already started but I suddenly became aware of fireworks. To me it seemed they had started just as I came, but I was actually riding a wave when I realized that everyone was watching the fireworks.

Everyone but the peeper..