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The Day is What You Make of It

By: sweetnshy



She had woke in a rather sexy mood that Tuesday morning, and although she knew she had quite a bit of work to do, she chose to dress according to her mood. She went to her bureau drawer and pulled out a black lace bustier’, matching garter belt, and g string. 

Watching herself in the mirror, she admired her own image as she put the bustier’ on. Once she had slipped into her bustier’ she cupped her breast in her hands, rubbing her nipples lightly through the lace, just enough to entice her nipples into standing out under her favorite silk blouse.

The silk blouse rubbing over them with her every movement would do well to keep her nipples aroused most of the day.

Pulling a pair of silk stockings from the open bureau she then sat in front of her vanity and took the time to enjoy the feel of her own hands working their way up her long legs as she rolled the stockings over her ankles, proceeding over her muscled calves and silky smooth skin of her thighs.

The neglect of her out of town husband and the tantalizing feel of her hands caressing her own skin had begun to create a warm moist feeling between her thighs.

Looking at the clock she realized she didn’t have to be at the bakery for another hour and being only 5 minutes away, why not take the time to enjoy herself.  After all no one else was going too.

She turned sideways straddling the vanity bench, with one hand braced on the bench behind her she arched her back and studied herself in the mirror as she ran the fingers of her other hand through her soft waist length blonde hair.  

Remaining in her arched position she began to run her hand over her breast and perky nipples, occasionally catching her nipples between her index and middle finger. Squeezing and pulling on them slightly as she did. She could feel that yearning need for her husband growing evermore.

She slid her hand over the lace of the bustier’ and down over the small of her stomach. Tracing her fingers over her stomach creating that hair raising tickling sensation, moving her fingers farther down till she was tickling her own pubic hair.

Silky soft and blonde, her pubic hair never needed shaving, but she would occasionally trim it short. She said because her husband enjoyed it, but mostly because she enjoyed the feel of her husband’s mustache tickling her skin when he’d go down on her.

She tickled her hair thinking of the feel of his mustache until she felt herself swelling, clitoris becoming erect. She slid her fingers down her slit just grazing her clit. Taking pleasure in the sound of her own moans as she did so.

She ran her fingers up and down the soft sensitive insides of her lips, occasionally dipping the tip of her middle finger inside her. Pushing herself closer and closer to the edge, becoming wetter and warmer.

She slid her ass to the edge of the bench, with legs still straddled; she lay back letting her head fall over the other end of the bench, and began teasing her clit with her left hand as she pressed the fingers of her right hand inside of her.

Legs shaking, hips rocking, the sound of her own moans pushing her ever forward. Her hands found their perfect rhythm as she began to stroke herself harder and faster closer and closer to the edge.

As she neared that mornings perfect orgasm her back arched and she pulled herself upright, thighs tightening around the vanity bench, pussy tightening around her fingers, clit throbbing, breast heaving she let herself go, screaming as that sweet release hit her. Then collapsing back on the bench she laid there catching her breath and regaining her composure.

She sat up, legs still shaking and once again admired herself in the mirror before heading to the bathroom to clean up. Then returned to the bedroom to finish dressing.

She pulled the lacy G string on then attached the straps of her garter to her thigh high stockings. Returning to her vanity she continued watching her image in the mirror as she brushed out her hair and loosely French braided it, letting stray hairs fall down around her face.

She rarely if ever used makeup or perfume but on this particular morning she decided a little dark lipstick and a dash of her husband’s cologne would be a great addition to her day. She was feeling unusually sexy today and had decided to make everyone she came in contact with aware of this fact.

Finishing at the vanity she moved to her closet and pulled out her favorite silk blouse, the purple sleeveless one with the top button placed almost to low to cover up the lace where her cleavage stopped and the bustier’ began.

Pleased with the way her blouse accentuated her breast she then pulled out her short black leather skirt, knee length with a slit that went almost all the way up her right thigh. Changing her mind she threw the skirt on the bed and pulled out the black denim skirt that was barely long enough to cover the tops of her stockings.

Once dressed she gave herself a good long look in the mirror started to slid on her black three inch heels, decided she didn’t have to be uncomfortable to be sexy and slipped into her keds instead.

Ah, ten till nine she had just enough time to get out the door and get to the bakery to meet the workmen that would be running her electricity and setting up equipment for her today.

Other than the call from her husband apologizing for not making it home over the weekend and telling her he wouldn’t be home until this coming weekend. The trip to town was rather uneventful.

As she pulled into the parking lot at the bakery she could see a small group of men mulling around the bakery door. She new this would be the workers she’d have to deal with today and thought to herself what a fun and exciting day she was going to make this one. 

The Day Is What You Make Of It Ch. 02



Chapter 2:  Orgasm In the Office

She straightened her skirt pulling it back down over the tops of her stockings as she slid out of her truck. 

Opening the back door she pulled out a few dresses in need of the cleaners next door to her bakery... Heading across the parking lot she could hear the cat calls and whistles from the workmen. 

She laughed to herself, thinking Oh, they have no idea who there boss is for the day do they.

With this thought she decided to go into the Cleaners instead of opening the bakery and introducing herself. 

As she re-emerged from the cleaners she could hear one of the guys popping off about how he’d like to bend that one over the work bench and give it to her good.

That devilish smile she’d normally get when she was up to no good began to spread across her face.

As she reached the bakery door she turned to speak aiming her comments directly at the lewd speaking worker. “before you release all that energy into your boxers, lets see if you can do something constructive with it.”  As she pushed the key into the lock on the bakery door the workmen grew red faced and dead silent.

Their boss which appeared to be in his late 40’s early 50’s, quickly apologized for his men’s behavior and asked if she were the owner.

She let him know that yes, she was indeed the owner and politely informed him that she didn’t care rather or not the men knew how to speak as long as they were capable of doing a good days work.

He assured her they would indeed do a good job, and as the men filed through the door hats in hands they each apologized.

She showed the foreman around the bakery informing him of what her needs were. 

The foreman explained what they’d have to do in order to accomplish each task and let her know that they were more than capable of handling everything she needed done, including any permits and inspections that would be required. 

As the foreman and his workers got started on the tasks at hand, she headed to her office; where she locked the door behind her and turned her stereo on before collapsing in her chair laughing harder than she’d laughed in weeks.

Once she had regained her composure from the silliness of the situation she started working on her own tasks. The wonderful world of paperwork, bills, taxes, order forms and last but not least Employee Applications. 

Uhg, the nightmare she’d dreaded from the day of the bakery’s inception.

Without even realizing it she began looking for a pleasant distraction and found it through the 2 way mirrors on either side of her desk. 

One looking into the customer area and the other looking into the kitchen. She could see what came and went regardless of what door it came through.

The mirror to the right of her viewed the customer area, display cases, cash register and through the plate glass windows to the parking lot. 

Through this mirror she could see the Foreman a rather distinguished looking gentleman perhaps in his early 50’s and two very handsome but rather Young workmen unloading their tools from a truck parked just outside the front doors.

The mirror to her left was a view of the entire kitchen and preparation areas. She could see the remaining three work men setting up makeshift work tables out of saw horses.

The one to her immediate right was a middle aged rather thin and pale looking man. He seemed to have the look of someone that had experienced a very difficult life.

The young man just behind him looked to be in his late 20’s, seemed to have that bad boy edge to him. Long dark hair pulled back in a pony tail, dark penetrating eyes. 

Wearing a dark blue muscle shirt with a picture on the back that looked something like a hand shooting the finger but it had sexy legs under it instead of a wrist and looked like the American Flag. 

Since he had been holding a helmet over his crotch when she met them on the sidewalk, she assumed the Harley of her dreams she had passed in the parking lot must belong to him. 

His jeans were worn almost all the way through on the cheeks of his ass and his knees.

He was just the kind of man your mother warns you about. She could fantasize about playing lady Godiva on that motorcycle of his.

She closed her eyes for a moment to imagine just how he may have worn the knees of his jeans out. Hmm, if she didn’t love her husband so much she could really consider Discovering what he’d be like down on his knees in front of her.

Opening her eyes again she saw Mr. Lewd standing right in front of the mirror removing his shirt.

Now this was the kind of man mothers should warn their daughters about. Very Tall at least 6’ 8”, Short Blonde hair, body built like a brick shit house, tan, clean shaven, extremely good looking. 

He was the perfect mix of Frat boy and porn star all rolled in one. 

That college preppy look, the ones that wine and dine you then charm and harm you all in one night.  The kind that needs just the right bitch to put them in their place.

She thought the strip show was strictly for her benefit, anyone in their right mind would know that was a two way mirror.

Disgusted with the present view she turned back to her paperwork, trying desperately to make short work of all those employee applications.

Ah, here’s a real winner. No experience, very fast learner, has baked Pillsbury cookies before.  Huh, so does her 7 year old Nephew.

This one looks good, female 43, can bake anything from P.B. Cookies to Cheesecake, quick breads and yeast breads. Hmm, just what she needs. Oops can’t decorate. Well that won’t pay off, not right now anyway.

As she turns to reach for her Tea mug, she catches a glimpse of Mr. Harley through the kitchen side mirror again. 

He had his arms over his head holding something up to the ceiling. He looked pretty damn good in this position, arms flexed, shoulders and pecks straining. But his face showed no signs of strain, as though whatever he was holding was light as a feather.


She could feel herself becoming warm again, nipples still somewhat perky from her silk blouse rubbing across the lace all morning. 

She closed her eyes and began fondling her breast, cupping them in her hands then squeezing them.  Rubbing her nipples then squeezing them hard between her fingers causing them to become fully erect.

She stood up sliding her panties over her hips slowly, so she could feel her hands rubbing her thighs and calves as she pushed them all the way down and stepped out of them.

Returning to her chair; she propped her legs up on her desk and played her fingers through her pubic hair as she watched Harley on the opposite side of the mirror.

As she watched Harley work she began teasing her clit while she reached into her purse with her free hand and pulled out a soft velvety pouch.

The pouch contained a three inch by half inch vibrator, her little traveling bullet as her husband called it. 

After turning it on she pressed the entire little vibe up inside her moaning softly as she did so. Removing her legs from her desk top, she sat up right in her chair and began rocking and grinding her hips in her seat.

As her right hand worked her clit in motion with her body, she slid her left hand inside her blouse and began squeezing her breast, teasing and pinching her nipples alternately.

Breath becoming labored, body trembling, she released her clit and pushed two fingers inside her and began working the little vibe back and forth harder and faster.

She moved her left hand down to her fully erect clit and worked in circles with her fingers as her right hand worked the little bullet inside her even faster, harder and deeper. 

Her entire body shaking, back arching tight against the chair, Thighs collapsing tight around her hand, vaginal muscles contracting hard to pull her fingers into its inner most depths. She let out a muffled scream and climaxed long and hard.

She was suddenly startled from her moment of ecstasy at the sound of Mr. Lewd’s voice.

Mam? Everything alright in there?

she quickly tried to gather herself, under trembling voice she answered him.

Just a spider, just a damn spider.

She could hear his overwhelming laughter moving away as he parted from her locked door.

She took the Kleenex box from her desk drawer and cleaned herself up best she could, before putting her panties back on and heading straight for the bathroom

As she entered the kitchen through her office door she felt Mr. Lewd’s eyes on her and could hear him chuckling under his breath. 

She turned to face him, tilted her head then with a seductive air about her she tasted her own juices on her fingers slid them in her mouth slowly and sucked them gently as she slid them back out.

Leaving him red faced, with chin dropped and a bulge in his Dockers as she spun around and headed for the bathroom.

She returned from the bathroom to an empty building, the workmen had all apparently taken leave for lunch. She decided to take this time to do some much needed bank business and take her own lunch.

She turned the be back soon clock hands to one P.M. and locked the door on her way out.

Stay tuned for Chapter 3: The Afternoon Tease