The Ick Pt. 02 - A Visit to Town

Nothing much had changed at home. The week had dragged but the weekend had finally arrived. She had been looking forward to today, Peter was going out with his friends on a train crawl and she knew this meant that he would be out all day and most of the evening. And when he arrived home it would usually be with a kebab that he would half eat before falling asleep on the sofa.

She had planned a nice day in town for herself. She had thought about asking a friend, but had decided that today was just going to be her day. She planned to get the train in, then have a nice coffee in a little cafe on the station, have a look around the shops, maybe treat herself, and then dinner. She hadn't decided where or if she would have a wine. Then, possibly the cinema. She hadn't been on her own for ages, and there was a film she wanted to see that she knew Peter would not want to watch.

She got up and went downstairs. Peter was still in bed. She made a coffee and caught up on her social media. She scrolled through Mumsnet and had a look through style and beauty. There were some interesting posts on dressing your age and someone looking for a new perfume. There was apparently a new Chanel one out that she hadn't heard of.

"One I'll to have a look for today," she thought to herself.

She then gave a sneaky look at the sex board. It was her guilty pleasure. She loved the boldness of some of the posters and recognised their usernames. There was a post from a guy whose wife didn't want sex. He appeared nice, and she could certainly relate, but he had gotten a few stinging replies. Some mentioning "helping around the house," that never goes down well!

She then clicked on a post about opening a marriage. A woman in a similar position to her had asked how others had gone about it. There was a lot of excellent advice and some success stories. One poster in particular, RaceyMaisy, shared a story of joining another couple, and how the husband had a big cock, and how the wife had stroked her hair as he had pounded her from behind. It was very arousing. She could feel her cheeks flush and her pussy tingling. She was about to touch herself when she heard the sound of Peter coming downstairs.

Time had disappeared. Peter came down dressed.

She hadn't heard the shower. "Are you not having a shower, Peter, before you go?" she asked nicely.

"Christ, woman, I've only just come down and you're on me," Peter barked!

"I only asked," she replied. "I always want to go out fresh."

"Well, that's you. It's a train crawl, not a wedding," He huffed.

She doubted if he'd shower before a wedding!!

She went upstairs to get showered and ready. She heard a "See you later," as the door banged, and a sense of relief came over her. She has the house to herself. She got undressed and got in the shower. She washed her hair and used her best shower foam to wash her body. The strong aroma of the foam filled her nose. She cherished herself as she cleansed her body.

As the warm water ran over her and steam filled the shower cubicle, her mind wandered to the thoughts on the poster's tale of the threesome. She imagined how exciting it must have been to have given herself like that, and how confident and unashamed the poster must have been to be so exposed with another woman present.

As she caressed her skin, her hands were drawn to her vulva as she ran her fingers over her soft, wet lips; she felt her clitoris engorge. She stroked it and explored herself as she rubbed. She thought how divine it would be to have his thick cock filling her as he thrusted powerfully from behind. She felt the need for more stimulation; she grabbed the separate shower head and set it to jet.

As the warm water from the rain head continued to fall on her, she directed the jet to her folds. She let out a deep moan as the jet of warm water hit and bounced up onto her clit. She liberally directed the water all over her, now expecting, sensitive area. As she directed the water between her legs it caught her ass hole by accident, but as it did again, she moaned and had to put a hand on the shower wall. It was this hand that reached down to her clit again and now more eagerly stroked as the jet continued to stimulate.

She brought the jet closer for more stimulation and increased the intensity on her clit. The build of orgasm was on its way, the thought of his cock and the wife encouraging him to come deep inside. A thought then flashed in of the wife holding her tits and caressing her hard nipples. This took her over the edge. She came hard and strong, all the time strong jets of water rushing onto her, which seemed to make the waves of climax last longer. It was her most satisfying orgasm in a long time, and it's only 10:30 am. She smirked at how her thoughts had become so dirty so quickly! God, she needed to see as good seeing too. It was time to get ready and face the day.

She put on one of her favourite dresses, normally reserved for nights out. But as these had been infrequent recently, she thought, 'why not?' She had also, quite naughtily, put on one of her favourite lingerie sets. It was a classic black lace bra and matching delicate black lace pants; then she put her six-strap belt on with full contrast nylons. Finished with some women about town jewellery and a puff of Chanel, she was looking good. The previous shower activities had certainly perked her up.

The station was busy, and the coffee shop was packed. She had gotten into town later than she had planned, so she just grabbed a cappuccino to take away. As she walked out of the station, she walked towards M&S. She hadn't planned to go in, but thought she may as well. She had bought a couple of work dresses from them in the past, but they have gone out of style lately. She went up to the ladies' department and had a look at the clothing. There wasn't much, to be honest, and she wished she hadn't bothered.

As she went to go out, she walked past the underwear section. They was a very smartly presented employee that caught her eye. She was older than her, late 50s to early 60s. Her hair was immaculate, and she had a figure that drew the eye. She was about 5ft 6in and had ample, pert breasts that were tight in her uniform, a small waist, and a beautifully shaped bottom.

As she looked, their eyes met.

"Hello can I help you with anything?" she asked. Her voice was confident and direct, but had a nice tone. One may describe it as posh, or very BBC.

"No, just passing through," she replied.

"Not like it used to be," she said, surprisingly.

She was also quite taken aback by this statement.

"No, it's not," she answered. "We would be hammered this time on a Saturday years ago, but the quality has gone"

"Yes, I don't come in anymore, if I am honest."

"Were you looking for anything specific? Like your dress, by the way."

"Thanks, I do love this dress, was just looking to treat myself it's been a crap week," she said.

"Have you seen the new boutique on Market Street?" she asked with a friendly tone.

"No, I haven't, is it any good?"

"It's expensive but some lovely sets and some a bit saucy, if you know what I mean!" she winked. "Don't think M&S will sell crotchless pants, she laughed.

"No, I don't suppose they will!"

There was something about her. Her posh put together demeanour didn't quite go with an M&S shop assistant. She was someone you would expect running a high-end spa. She couldn't quite keep her eyes off her. Her skin was so good, and she must definitely work out. The glasses on her nose and the tape measure in her pocket somehow enhanced her look.

"Are you ever free on a Wednesday?" she asked. "I don't work Wednesdays; we could have a look at that new boutique." She was a bit shocked at the request.

"I can be," she blurted out without thinking.

"Amazing, this is my number. Text me, we can get a date."

"Fantastic," she replied. "Here is my card. Give me a ring or a text and we can meet in town."

The two women smiled at each other. As she left the shop, she couldn't quite believe what had just happened. How had she gone into M&S and come out with the assistant's number? And a woman to boot! How had she agreed to go lingerie shopping with a stranger? Why did she have butterflies? It was all a little confusing and a little exciting!

All this excitement has made her hungry. She went to the little Italian off the high street. It had been her little haunt when she had worked in town. She walked in and waited to be seated. A young, tall waiter came to seat her.

"Are you dining alone?" he asked.

"Yeah, just me," she replied with a confident tone.

"No problem, just this way."

The table was towards the back of the restaurant and was in a good spot. He brought her a menu and explained the specials.

He asked, "Do you want anything to drink?"

She thought, sod it, and ordered a large glass of house red. Which was brought to her quickly. She gave the nice young man her order and took a large mouthful, and took in what had just happened. Before the food had arrived, she had finished the glass, and she ordered another.

Was she just friendly? She thought, did I look lonely or desperate, surely not? Had she sent out the wrong signals? Definitely not and she would have noticed her wedding ring, that was just silly. As she was in this world of thought, coupled with the intake of vino, she hadn't noticed that her dress has ridden up over her thighs, exposing the dark contrast stocking tops.

From the bottom of the restaurant, the young waiter also noticed, along with a small glimpse of black lace pants. As he brought her favourite Florentine pizza, his eyes were drawn towards the saucy sight, as any young man's would be. This caused a tightening in his trousers, which was also noticeable. As he placed the pizza down, she turned to thank him and her elbow brushed his cock. It bounced back slightly, and she could feel it was hard.

"Oh, I am so sorry," she exclaimed.

"No problem," he mumbled and, embarrassed, turned back.

It was then she felt the waft of air on her thighs. She looked down and saw her exposed flesh. She smiled to herself that she's possibly just made his day. The voluptuous sight of an older woman's smalls is enough to make a young man hard. What a day she was having; she smiled.

After she had finished, not surprisingly, the empty plate was collected by another waiter. She had a coffee but was leaving dessert. She asked for the bill and to her surprise it was the same young waiter this time.

He asked, "Was everything was ok?" and placed the bill down with the restaurant card.

She dinged the card and picked up the bill and the card.

She began to walk out, he smiled at her as she put the paper in her purse, At that moment she noticed a number on the card and it said "call me " with a smiling face drawn on it.

"Oh, my fucking god," she thought "What the fuck is happening?"

She skipped around the shops all afternoon with a big smile on her face. This smile appeared to be infectious. She hadn't remembered a day since she had had so many interactions. The shop assistants, the security guards, and people on the street. What was it she thought? She didn't care for the first time in a long time, she felt seen!!

She headed back for the train later than planned, and it had been delayed. As she sat waiting for the train, she looked through her purchases. She had bought a few nice tops and some new work shoes. Her biggest treat was the new channel fragrance. She had smelt it and loved it.

The train came and she got on. The advantage of the later train was that she got a table seat to herself. She place her bags on the table and looked at her phone. There had been a few more posts on the open marriage thread. She read the updates, but came back to read the sex one from this morning. As she drifted, she remembered the cheeky waiter and the number on the card.

She reached into her bag and looked at the card. "Well, you got to hand it to him he's bold," she thought.

Maybe it was the time, maybe it was the day she was having, but she thought, "Why can't I be bold?"

She couldn't believe what she was doing but she looked up the empty carriage and discretely rolled her dress over her stocking tops. She pulled took her phone and snapped a picture.

Her heart was racing as she punched in the number and added the photo. "Remember these," she typed, her heart pounding, she hovered over the send button momentarily, but then pressed send.

As it flew off, she thought "Shit what have I done?"

But as her stomach turned over, the phone pinged back.

"Oh my god no! Shit what was I thinking?". She didn't dare to open it. It was from the number.

She looked around and the carriage was still empty. She opened the message: there was one very big, thick, hard, hair free cock. Her pussy fluttered like she'd never felt before as she read the text.

"If you're ever in town, call by. Would love to bury this into you, you sexy minx."

Her heart was pounding. Without hesitation her hand went up her skirt and she moved her knickers to the side and plunged two fingers deep into her wet, tight slit. Her thumb found her clit. What was she doing? The sheer filth of masturbating in public, who had she become? It didn't take much after only a few hard deep pumps, she came on her fingers, trying to quell her moans. The scent of her new perfume was on her hand. She could smell it, but then the urge to suck her fingers and taste herself took over. She looked at herself in the window and smiled. "You filthy bitch!!"

She picked up her phone and replied, "Well, that's an offer I didn't expect. We will see," with a cheeky wink emoji. She sat back and enjoyed the warm glow. As the world passed by the window.

This was all to be ruined when she got home. Peter was already home, as the door was not fully shut. As she went in, she could hear porn blaring out on the tele. Peter was asleep, his cock out of his trousers and semen on his pants and carpet, a half eaten kebab on the side. She was both repulsed and ashamed as she turned off the TV.

She decided this wasn't going to ruin the day, so she went to bed and took her phone. She looked at her work schedule and sent the M&S lady a few dates. She then opened the waiter's Surprise and took her suction vibrator from the drawer for one last orgasm before sleep!!

She didn't know where this was all going, but she did know that there was no going back!!