Cool Blogger: HORNY SPANISH FLIES decided it was time to try. He would be leaving again for college very soon. It was now or never. I took a long hot bath that morning, making sure my legs were shaved, even trimming that little auburn triangle of hair between my thighs. It had been a long time since I knew I might be revealing my nude body to someone and I wanted to be ready, physically and mentally. I spent some time getting dressed in a provocative way, though trying not to be too obvious about it. My wardrobe shows that I've always been proud of my figure and I made sure that day would be no exception. I chose a dark, pleated short skirt and natural-tone stay-up stockings that were very sheer, dark high heeled pumps, a white button-front blouse over a silk camisole. I'm fifty-three years old, medium height and fairly slim. Slim except for my breasts, that is. I wear a D-cup brassiere. Sometimes that has been a liability but I've often noticed the boys eyeing my breasts and I knew I was a target of adolescent curiosity. I can only imagine what conversations took place at night in the boys' bedroom. So, I dabbed a couple of finishing touches to my make-up, brushed out my shoulder length hair and walked over to the house next door. On the way I could feel my breasts swaying under the thin fabric and the movement aroused my nipples to such a degree that was impossible to hide.
