Date: 9/4/2017, Categories: Fiction, Straight Sex, Older, Mature, Voyeur, Author: DarkThunder, Source: sexstories.com
It was a warm sunny day outside, simply a perfect time to relax. Or so Priscila Jones had thought. She wasn't young anymore, not 'young-young' certainly, but she wasn't old either - she was in her late 30's. However, the older she became, the more she appreciated the little 'alone' time she had each day, during the late afternoon's. She'd take a nice, relaxing bubble bath, read a book or a magazine, and just soak in the water with a scented candle lighted by the bathtub. Afterwards, she'd have to cook for her husband who'd be coming back from work, for her stepson who'd be back from school, and she had a job of her own that she worked at from early mornings to early afternoon's. But lately.. those baths weren't relaxing anymore. They were anything but, and she knew the reason - there was only one. Frustrated as she was she sat up, stepped out of the bathtub, then walked over to the vanity desk. She placed her hands down on it, and looked at her reflection in the mirror, which was hanging on the wall in front of her. A shudder went through her body as small droplets of water rolled down her wet, lengthy hair, then ran down her bare shoulders and back. She deemed herself fairly pretty, she had a nice looking square shaped face and creamy complexion, but the signs of her age were beginning to show, especially below her eyes and on the forehead. That, and the fact that she hasn't relaxed properly in over a week didn't help for sure. "I can't take this anymore," she thought as ...