She slid the jeans from her hips and stepped out of them.
Putting the tee shirt over her head, she stood back to study
her body in the mirror. She looked at her long slender arms
and her beautiful pink skin. She glanced at her breasts and
admired them openly. They were a bit on the small side, but
were quite pert and very easily aroused. She nodded her head
in approval as she studied them. Paul never seemed to mind
that they were not large. In fact, she thought that he
rather liked them the way they were.
She
continued to study her features in the mirror. She ran her
long fingers over her gently rounded stomach and smiled. Her
gently protruding belly was a badge of honor for her three
beautiful children, and she wore it proudly.
Nora ran
her hand even further down her body to her hips. After three
children, her hips just never were the same. Still, she was
proud of them. She felt like a real woman. Her hands gently
moved over her hips and down her buttocks to her thighs. She
studied them for several minutes as she struggled to
remember if they had always had those little dimples in
them. She could not remember.
She
stepped back and looked at herself again in the mirror. She
smiled and gently touched herself, imagining that it was
Paul. She closed her eyes and let her hands roam freely over
her body as she reveled in the sensations that she was
bringing to herself.
“Oh,
Paul,” she whispered excitedly.
She
gently touched her face and imagined that it was Paul
showering her with kisses on her neck. She imagined that he
nibbled on her ear and caressed her small breast with his
soft hands. If only he would touch her like this.
She
opened her eyes wide and sighed. She was determined to make
him want her and make him see what she wanted. She would
make him see her as his lover and not just his wife, an
ordinary housewife.
