First on the list were shoes, and as I browsed on line, I found the cutest pair of strappy stilettos, and though they seemed a little racy for a night out with my son, I had to have them, especially since they would look so hot with that leather miniskirt.
And then, knowing that I would be in a club full of young men, I went to the Victoria’s secret site to buy some sexy underwear, of which I hadn’t been trussed up in since I was married to Jack’s dad. A few clicks later and I’d ordered a little push up bra to help my 34B breasts, and a little lacy white thong to highlight my mid summer tan.
With my thong and heels, and bra that pushed my tits out amazingly, I wasn’t feeling particularly comfortable, but absolutely fuckin’ sexy. Had it been so long, I wondered, that a simple seductive outfit could get me so aroused?
It was then that, embarrassed, I remembered a night a few years back, when Jack had first went off to college, I was so depressed about spending another night alone in that big old house, that I accepted an invitation by some of the younger girls in my office to go out for drinks after work.
It was in some dark downtown bar that I met a cute young guy, and shamefully I let that young man seduce me, letting him take me to a famous midtown luxury hotel.
He was good looking and nearly twenty years my junior, though not nearly as gorgeous as my Jack, but surprisingly mindful of my needs. It was with that young man in a four star hotel that I had my last non-vibrator induced orgasm. If I had to rate them I would give the young man four stars on merit alone, and five stars to that orgasm.
He wanted my number as we parted the next morning, but he was too young, a boy really, and if by some strange coincidence a relationship took hold, he would want things that I wasn’t prepared to give him; like children.
One thing about that night was that I’d previously thought that it was John who brought out the vamp in me, but apparently any good looking guy with the gift of gab could make a slut out of me. It was a good thing that I found this bit of information out late in life.
God, when I think about it, we fucked all night long.
As the honk from a car horn woke me out of my daydream, I got an impression of how pathetic I looked with my – too tall heels – my nature defying bra – and the thong that was way up the crack of my ass. I started to rethink these ridiculous clothes.
But then I heard Jack call up the stair that the limo had arrived, and I realized that it was too late to pick out and then change into a different outfit, so I was resigned to looking like a fool.
“Wow! you look great,” Jack said as I got to the bottom of the stairs. I blushed, but that made all my insecurities vanish immediately. He looked good too, in a pair of designer jeans and a tailored shirt that showed off his long, lean body.
“Thanks.” I cooed.
“The limo’s here.”
“Yes, I know.”
“Come on,” he said as he took my hand, and escorted me out to the waiting car.
“Champagne?” I said startled as we sat in the back of that absurdly long vehicle, and he poured me a glass from the complementary bottle provided by the car service.