Tanning To Entertain

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I know some will view this with disdain.I made a choice, and I’m not ashamed to admit I enjoyed and continue to enjoy my pleasure.When I came home one day, I found evidence my husband had entertained women in our bed. That is difficult to overlook or forget.Fortunately, I maintained my body after my son’s birth, and I certainly had a different attitude toward my wedding vows. I began to see other men in a way to which I quickly became accustomed.I sought out reasons to delay coming home from work. I flirted, teased, found I wanted others to admire me as the woman I was. My body had always been my best feature. I caught men looking at me, many from the eyes down and seeing glances of my breasts. I wasn’t a freak; I didn’t have  breasts too large to be uncomfortable in business clothing. Just breasts that opened doors isvecbahis with men who had found a reason to be in my company.I wasn’t sure I wanted to delve into dating others or accepting an invitation for a drink after work. Well, at least not initially.I love the sun. The warmer, the better. I find it an aphrodisiac to allow every precious ray to tan my body. I often took afternoons off in the summer from my position as a department manager for a large local bank for credit life insurance. I could go in after hours to tally the figures.My son, who had just graduated from high school, was working overnight at a local newspaper. He would get home around when my husband was going to work as a foreman for a construction company. Often he was out of town in other cities, and it provided me the time to indulge myself isveçbahis giriş with laying out on our deck.My son would usually sleep until four in the afternoon, so I had the privacy to do as far as what to wear.I would usually come home, strip down to a thong, pick up my sun oil and dark sunglasses, and be on the deck by one o’clock. Sometimes iced tea or a wine cooler would be my refreshment for the day.I knew some of my son’s friends would often come by to go out to the local Hooter’s before he went to work, but that was never before late afternoon.I guess I was napping, lying on my back, and didn’t hear the arrival of his friend, Kent. He must have come into the house and up to Mike’s room to get him up early. I didn’t realize what was happening until Mike went on the deck to tell me he was leaving isveçbahis yeni giriş with Kent to go to a sporting goods store to get some fishing equipment.The dark sunglasses were shielding his face, and I initially didn’t know Kent was in the sliding glass door, looking at me. It was too late to show modesty, so I told him to come back before he went to work.Mike had seen me tanning topless a multitude of times, and I guess he didn’t know his friend was watching me. As Mike and I chatted, I watched Kent, smiling and showing no indication of waiting for Mike in the house.Was I ashamed my son’s friend had seen me? Should I have faked an attempt to grab a towel, which I hadn’t brought out, to cover my breasts?No. I wasn’t.I thought about it. Kent was a young man. My son was eighteen, so Kent would also be, wouldn’t he?As I got up to get a fresh glass of ice water, the cooler air of the house’s interior caused my nipples to harden. Or was the cold air? Smiling to myself, I liked the idea of being seen and hopefully admired by a younger man.

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