BACK TO THE BEGINNING
My journey began when my future husband accepted a job in Miami, FL and invited me to join him. I moved down two months after he and we set up household in an apartment. We would live together for two years before we tied the knot and have been together ever since. This was a totally new experience for me. I grew up in a big house with 6 siblings and there was no such thing as privacy. Hubby-to-be traveled for a week at a time and I also found myself alone with my thoughts and desires at night for a week at a time. I worked days at a high end department store selling fashion to rich ladies. I got to wear designer clothes as well because of the deep discount. So I would wait on ladies in my high heels and dresses and work hard for my commission. Once I got home after a long day, I would want to kick back, have a glass of wine, and watch some television. But, some nights my horniness would take over and I would devise a plan to maximize my pleasure. After dinner and a glass of wine, I would head for the bathroom and draw a bath. I would light a candle, sip my wine, and unwind from the day while soaking in the tub listening to my favorite albums from the next room. Eventually, I would shave my legs and trim around my pussy before it was even a thing. Standing up, I would shower, wash and condition my hair, and scrub clean. After exiting the shower, I would dry my hair and put on a soft robe. Then I would retrieve my magic box from the closet, sit on the bed cross-legged, and roll a joint on a hardcover book. I would lick the rolling papers and drop the strong pot my friend in California would send me into the papers. Roll it tight and take a puff. Ah, it felt so good to know I was alone and getting stoned. Alone with my desires, fantasies, and challenges.
I would return to our bathroom and start getting dolled up...for myself. There was a certain erotic excitement in knowing I could do this in my locked, private apartment. I would roll my hair up in hot sticks knowing it would make me look so sexy. I would stand in front of that bathroom mirror in my panties knowing full well this would culminate in me giving myself an orgasm. I was so young and always horny. Future hubby and I had sex almost every day when he was home but, alas, sometimes he wasn't home and I needed satisfaction. I loved to primp and get all dolled-up. It made me feel so sexy and desirable. I enjoyed prepping for work every morning and drew stares from many of the rich lady's husbands which gave me kind of a wicked pleasure. I would start applying a base of make-up as if I were attending an awards show or something. Next was my favorite part, painting my eyes. I was blessed with almond shaped, blue-green eyes that dazzled and seduced. I would design an exotic palate of colors around my eyes with eyeliner, mascara, and heavy eyeshadow. I could take free license and sexy up myself in this auto-erotic exercise. I felt myself getting turned-on as I transformed myself from 25 year old American girl into an exotic seductress. The eyes converted into cat eyes, ready to seduce and tempt. I would apply a dark outline around my lips and then fill in the rest with a rich, red, luscious lipstick. Enough to tempt the most desirable men. These were my fantasies. I loved to think of myself in the role of seductress. It turned me on no end. I would finish up my make-up regimen with heavy blush on my cheeks and take down my hair. The reflection in the mirror was stunning, even to me. I was still in the early stages of developing into a full throated sexual woman, but I was well on my way.
I would refill my glass of wine, put on another album, and get comfortable in bed with my wine, baby oil, and pot. My husband would shower me with lingerie in the future but for now I was content with the push-up bra and silky panties I wore to bed. In the candle lit bedroom I lit up the joint and stared at the young woman in the dresser mirror across the room from me. As I puffed away and got increasingly stoned and horny, I realized just how sexual I was. I could probably have any man I desired was my initial thought. I got up and stood before the floor length mirror in my high heels and sexy bra and panties. I had to admire my own body. I was blessed with a slim waist, flaring hips, perky breasts, and legs to die for. My husband was making me aware of my incredible gift. My figure was worthy of Hollywood...or Playboy. Whether I wore tight outfits or not, men constantly flirted with me as I got older. I knew I had a special gift.
I strutted around the apartment knowing I had complete privacy as if I were a model walking the runway at a Paris fashion show. My legs were long and shapely, only enhanced by the sexy come fuck me heels I was wearing that my future husband had bought for my birthday. He had no idea how dangerous his gambit would be but he loved to see me go out in public dressed to kill. I would indulge him as much as possible. I returned to my bed and removed my bra and set about admiring my 34B breasts with the huge nipples so loved by men. I could bring myself to orgasm just by touching and caressing them. I reached for the bottle of baby oil on the nightstand and began pouring oil over my breasts. It was exquisite as my fingers massaged the oil into my soft, sensitive skin. My breasts are particularly sensitive and it didn't take long before I was staring into the mirror admiring the sexy woman in the reflection. Each caress increased my level of excitement. Slowly, I slid my oily fingers down to my panties and slid them off. Now I could pour baby oil all over my abdomen and trace a line over my labia. Oil made the experience all the more enjoyable and I fell into a trance pleasuring myself. One hand pulling on my nipples while another started exploring the inner walls of my pussy. I thought about my previous sex life and wondered what the future held. My former boyfriend was expert in teaching me the wonders of sex. My future husband gave me incredible orgasms...with his tongue. He wasn't big and he didn't last too long but we were genuinely in love for the long haul. My thoughts kept going back to the couple of times the Iranian gentleman had invited me to visit him every time he went thru my checkout line at the supermarket where I worked during my college years. In a moment of weakness I had called him and joined him in smoking pot and falling into his bed. There are lovers, and then there are LOVERS! This man did everything to me. He made me cum on his tongue and he made me cum on his incredible cock. He was the biggest I had ever experienced and he opened a whole world of possibilities in my mind. I would love and respect my husband but I knew I might have to reserve a special place for that special lover if I ever had the chance. I ran my well oiled hands up and down my body until I could no longer hold back and would gush juices as my orgasm overwhelmed me.
I would fall asleep knowing I had some incredible experiences in my future.