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Changes in Attitudes

Posted by: Age: 43 Posted on: 13 comments
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As I become more open to sex with other women, I find myself noticing more, looking more and being noticed more by them.

I haven't changed my hair or makeup. Nor the way I dress at work or at play. Certainly not my car or the fact I'm a busy mom of 2 teen and pre-teen girls. Still, something has changed. I'm usually conscious of what's going on around me and who's doing what. Mom taught me from an early age to keep my eyes open to avoid predators or getting into other kinds of trouble. It's always been the men around me who give off that vibe I understand means "look at me, I want you". Lately, however, I've been picking up on that vibe from women. It's true I look at women more than I used to. I always looked at what they wore, how they were made up, what shoes they walked on or purse they carried. Most women do that, really. It's just that I'm now thinking about what they might be wearing under their outfits, wondering if they're attracted to women, even wondering about making love with them. Even when I'm busy and just trying to get one thing before I go home, I'm getting distracted by a pretty face, a shapely figure or a sexy voice. I know I'm giving off that "look at me, I want you" vibe, too. Other women are picking up on my notice. Some blush and turn away or just ignore me. From a few, I'm getting knowing smiles, lingering glances at my dress, accessories, or my figure. It's quite a turnon for me. My natural horniness is amplified to the point I have to stop in a ladies' room or a changing room or even my car for some relief. I haven't been busted in the parking lot with my hands in my panties yet, but that's such a horny scenario it's included in my favorite fantasies when I masturbate. I was shopping for a dress at a nice department store. I'd found a few I liked and took them to the sales clerk for permission to try them on. She gave me the key and reminded me of the 3-garment rule and turned to other things. I opened the door, hung up my selections and then my jacket and purse. Before I closed the door, I noticed an older lady looking at me and smiling. She was about the same age as my mother. Her smile was sweet and she was definitely checking me out. Her smile broadened as she saw me stop to look her over as well. She was a lovely woman with a slim figure, dressed in a very well-tailored navy blue skirt suit. She had the erect bearing of somebody in charge. Her accessories were sparse, but elegant. A beautiful gold watch, a substantial chain around her neck, and solitaire ruby earrings were enough. She'd let her hair go completely white, but that only added to her appearance. I thought she was quite sexy. My door closed, I took care of business, trying on the dresses I'd chosen. I narrowed my choice to a nice wool blend sheath in gray. It fit perfectly and I could move easily and sit comfortably in it. As I turned in front of the mirrors, I thought of the classy lady checking me out. I wondered if she would have approved of my new dress. My fantasies turned to sexier thoughts. I imagined her kissing me and running her hands over my ass and up my dress, I lifted the hem of the dress and slipped two fingers into the leg band of my panties, then into a very wet pussy. My other hand was occupied with my hardened clit, circling it rapidly. I came within a couple of minutes, stifling my moan around my wet fingers, licking my juicy emissions. I dried my fingers off with tissues from my purse and changed back into my regular clothes before I gathered up my things and my new dress to pay for it. The older woman of my fantasy was sitting outside the changing rooms in one of the "husband chairs". She smiled at me as she stood and handed me her card. "That sounded lovely, dear. I do hope you'll call me some time. I think you'll find it enjoyable." I blushed deeply as she walked away, watching her hips sway, hearing the clacking of her heels on the flooring.

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