As she steps into the shower, she lets the hot water soak into her long blonde hair and flow down her body. Eve is 44 years old, her fair skin still soft and smooth. Her supple breasts are still somewhat perky, just a bit heavier in recent years. She feels the water flow over her 34DDs, as well as down her full ass cheeks and along her freshly waxed pussy.
As she rubs peppermint soap on her skin, she lets her mind wander and starts thinking about him. Not the “him” in her bed (her husband, Mike), but rather the “him” she met online a few months ago. The one she thinks about every time she gets down to business this way. Ryan.
They met innocently enough, in a group forum for amateur cooks. They would share recipes and discuss things like which cheese is the best one to use for various dishes. Then one day they decided to actually chat about some recipes they swapped, in a private voice chat. Just the two of them. And she heard his voice, deep and somewhat gravelly – and very sexy. And, as conversations often do, it started branching out to other subjects. Real conversations. They got to know each other. They joked. They flirted. Harmless at first. Then one day, when she’d had a bit of wine and let her inhibitions down, she told him that she fantasized about him. Masturbated while thinking about him.