The little black dress she wore was one she bought as an anniversary gift to seduce her husband several years ago. It didn't work; he hadn't even noti...ed, and she had been too embarrassed to wear it out in public. The dress was black and hugged her curves. It had a scoop neck top that displayed her C-cup breasts. It had spaghetti straps and the back dipped so low you could see the dimples above her bottom. The length was so short that it barely covered her heart shaped ass. Tonight Paige. I floated there for a second, and then I began shaking, shivering,almost convulsing! It scared me a bit, but it felt SO good that Icouldn't have stopped myself if I'd WANTED to, which I didn't. So THISwas a female orgasm! WOW! NEVER could I have imagined that it felt THISgood for a woman. My knees slowly gave way and I slid down the showerwall to end up sitting on the floor of the tub. Every muscle in my bodyseemed to have relaxed, but then, there was another jolt, and another,and ANOTHER! In. She had to push him from her as she could not take anymore. Eased of their youthful frustration, they had shared their hidden fantasies and experiences without awkwardness or embarrassment. His words were so eloquent and so measured that each syllable seduced her body. She had watched him stiffen as she recounted her own tales and found him sliding his rigid cock into her. He stole her breath as tenderly he fed it slowly into her. He felt glorious, her body sang as inch by inch, she felt what. She knew it. She didn’t care. That was who Marielle was. People don’t change. They just don’t. She got dressed. She put on one of her blouses. She slipped on one of her relatively sexy skirts and jumped into one of her sets of heels and then whoosh, she was off. She was downstairs in a flash. She grabbed another cup of coffee for the road and then she soared off in her Mercedes Benz. Another day of work and as usual, she was feeling like she was a new woman again. Yes, she was a vixen of sorts.