Laura’s Journey
Chapter one: the first time
I don’t really know why I was feeling so nervous as I checked my makeup in the mirror. It was just my husband waiting for me in the hotel room, and it’s not like it was the first time we had sex. Well, it had been a while, I guess, and renting an expensive hotel room and buying me scandalous lingerie was as far from Mike’s monthly 15-minute missionary routine as possible.
I took a second look at myself in the tall mirror in the bathroom. At 29, I had just started to become worried about my body beginning to age, but my curvy bottom and smooth, supple thighs were as firm as ever. My breasts might not have been the largest, but the almost sheer black lace bra really made them pop. I made sure my lacey stockings were properly fastened, and went out to Mark.
He wolf-whistled at me, making me blush, and patted a spot on the bed next to him.
“You look stunning, Laura.” He said as I laid down, kissing him deeply. “Thank you,” I half moaned as I reached for his crotch to undo his pants.