Tag: downblouse

Nothing I hated more than a knock at my door just as I poured a drink and settled into my recliner.  I grumbled about girl scout cookies or popcorn sales again as I undid the latch and opened my door with a scowl.  That quickly changed as I looked upon a tall brunette in a low cut sweater holding a folded newspaper.  A glistening smile as she introduced herself.  I shook her gentle hand and tried my best to keep my eyes from disappearing into her cleavage.  She explained she noticed my piano lessons in the paper and was hoping to spend the next few months learning how to play a song for her parents 50th anniversary.  “How could I refuse…” such a loving plea for help as I escorted her quickly inside from the cold.  

I walked her over to the sitting room and showed her the piano.  Asking if she had played before, she quickly claimed she was a virgin to it.  I swallowed hard and slipped my hand in my pocket to adjust the growing hardness in my slacks as I informed her I could help.  She noticed my adjustment although did not bring attention to it, just smiled wider and hugged me in excitement.  I offered for her to sit and began my starter lessons.  She was horrible, completely horrible but I had never been more encouraged to help a person in need.  I was surprised she had no realization that as she played her sweater spread open wider.  So many times she was completely exposed yet stayed focused.  

Then after awhile she turned with wide eyes to ask how much I charge, she had forgotten she was limited on cash and didn’t want to waste my time if it was too much.  I ensured her that we would work out a solution if she was short on cash and that it was in no way a waste of my time.  In fact I was looking forward to working closely with her for the next few months…………often.

Her man did nothing but talk down to her, made her feel worthless, unwanted no matter how hard she tried to satisfy.  She even went online to find new ways to sexually please him, but he continued to lack any sexual appetite for her.  She longed to feel desired, to make a man aroused with just a simple tease.  That is when she found a blog for tributes.  A place she could anonymously submit a sexy picture and have men get off to her.  She was so mentally beaten she struggled with sending one in but after watching the site for a few days decided it was time.  Something simple, something to expose just enough of what she felt was her best asset.   She quickly sent the pic in and logged off.  For another week she feared to even look.  Curiosity finally pulling her in.  Scrolling through dozens of cum soaked images of other women being far more revealing, had she shown enough?  Then her pictures was on the center of her screen, over seventy likes and dozens of comments.  She covered her mouth and giggled at the pure lust that some of the comments claimed.  Many with returned images of her pictured covered in cum.  Three men sent little videos.  She got so wet reading and watching that she masturbated herself.  That night in bed she didn’t need to make unwanted advances, she rolled over and fell asleep.  In the morning she started her day off as usual with only a comment from him about how quiet she had been.  She just smiled and went about her chores until he left for work.  Logging on later to post another picture and this time sat there and watched comments, pics, special requests for more pictures popping up on her image.  She played with herself again, not feeling so sexual in years.  A new addiction that would eventually give her the confidence to move out of this stagnate relationship and really let loose.  Men truly desired her and she finally felt it deep inside.