"No," she responds, glancing at the wall clock across the room. "The bus will be here any minute now. I don't want to be late." My wife detaches the shower head and sprays warm water onto her still throbbing cunt. "Ohh," she groans with relish, "I wish we had more time... but I still have to get dressed."
I rub my raging hard-on between her legs. moves her legs tighter around my cock, hoping to hasten my ejaculation. "Let's just make this quick," I say, caressing her boobs.
She gently pushes my hands away and and turns off the shower. She then bends down and kisses my cock head. "Sorry Little , but I'll be back for you in three days." She gives me a peck on the cheek and hastens out of the bathroom.
I turn on the shower and run warm water over my hard-on. I gradually reduce the water temperature until my hard-on slowly subsides. Just then, slides open the shower curtain and asks, "How do I look?"
I stare at her open-mouthed. She's in a white tank top with a cyan-colored racerback vest, and a dark blue form-fitting mini skirt. I swear I could see her nipple tips poking through the smooth material. "You're not using a brassiere?" I ask.
"These are push-ups, darling, and they don't cover the tip," she says matter-of-factly.
Despite our two kids, she had managed to keep fit and trim. "You're a milf," I say, with my boner punctuating my statement.
"Thanks for the compliment," she smiles. "My students also think so." She grasps my dick and gives it a peck. "Bye... be seeing you soon. Please behave while I'm away," she says, addressing my dick.
She then turns her back towards me and pulls up her mini. I notice that she does not have any panties on. "I travel light," she says. I am taken aback. She never talked this way before.
She hurriedly adjusts her skirt, grabs her bag, and leaves our room-- forgetting to close the door. I hear her giving some instructions to Liza.
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