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Just like so many summer days in Florida, it was hot and sticky. I was showered and dressed after my morning run, which had once again failed to calm the restlessness I so often awoke with.At forty-eight, I had been struggling for years with the sexual re-awakening that I understood haunted many women my age. The cause may have simply been part of the maturing process, or my fifty-nine-year-old second husband’s deteriorating sexual drive. Either way, the taunting urges were not something I’d been able to completely push aside.I had slipped on a light cotton halter dress. The hem ended mid-thigh, tastefully accenting my bare legs, which my heeled sandals sculpted. A lace thong was all I wore beneath. I’d come to enjoy the thrill of dressing more provocatively.I’d never dream of dressing in anything trashy. I liked to be seen as elegantly sensual. I thoroughly enjoyed the glances I received from bursa escort admiring passersby.  I found the tingle of arousal intoxicating and often wore sunglasses to discreetly observe the looks.The sun felt so good on my bare shoulders and back as I locked my car and casually strolled toward the supermarket. I could feel my heavy breasts rock as the soft thin fabric of my halter caressed my nipples. * I first saw him in the produce section. I’d have not normally noticed the tall black man, if not for that look. It’s as if I’d simply entered his field of vision while he was selecting tomatoes. His eyes lifted casually with a gentle smile of approval. Eyes locked for the briefest moment, he was unconcerned that I’d caught him examining me.The effect shocked me. I felt my face flush and my nipples harden. I attempted to refocus on my shopping, but I felt his eyes. I could see that smile bursa escort bayan in my mind’s eyes and knew he’d see my nipples struggling against the thin fabric of my dress. I felt so exposed.I lingered, among the produce, carefully selecting what I needed. I resisted the urge to look and see if my admirer was watching. I could feel the swelling between my thighs. My lips had moistened from the thrill of being watched. My goodness, I was so aroused.I casually lifted my eyes, anticipating his. He was gone!*Had I been imagining it all? Damn! I smiled to myself at how silly I could be and wheeled my cart to the next aisle.Up one aisle, down the next. My focus soon found its way back to the shopping I needed to get done. As I turned another corner I saw him bent over, selecting something from the bottom shelf at the other end of the aisle.He was a tall man in his early to mid-thirties, escort bursa who looked like he’d just come from the gym. His nylon gym shorts exposed long sculpted legs that found their way to some deliciously hard buns. His tight sleeveless T-shirt displayed powerful arms and chest. His dark skin was smooth and seemed to glisten in the harsh light of the store. Apparently, it was my turn to examine him. I smiled to myself. He got up and started down the aisle towards me. I felt the sudden rush of anticipation and heat. I could feel my heavy breasts move as a casually pushed my cart forward. My nipples ached.He saw me coming and his eyes openly wandered over my breasts, before rising slowly and boring into mine. He smiled with a look of open approval. I offered a friendly smile in return and he winked at me as we passed. My goodness, there was something so erotic about this man’s confidence.My excitement surprised me. I’d never been attracted to a black man before. In fact, I’d really never had a personal conversation with one. Perhaps I’d overlooked something inside me. The lace fabric of my thong had got very moist.

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