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20:18 Sep 16 2023
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Thanks OldSoul, sisbro, for the inspiration of the man's dress shirt.

She enters the bedroom, rushed. “Sorry, I am late. Work was one thing after another. I just need a few minutes to..” He spoke from the bed, laying in his dress pants propped up against the headboard, laptop computer open on his thighs. “I canceled the reservations.” She stops, looking at him. He smiled and she knew it was going to be alright that she messed up the plans for a dinner out. “I knew when you did not arrive home at your usually time, you were going to be stressed. We can go out this weekend to celebrate.” She smiled, moving over to him to kiss him softly, touching his bare shoulder. “Thank you.” He patted her hand on his shoulder, a lingering touch as she moved away.

She turned to undress, as he typed away on his keyboard. A nightly routine as she sat in the chair in front of her makeup table as she turned on the light, using the makeup remover to clean her face of makeup. And of the daily grime that life coats one in. She faces another year, her birthday of 57 years only a few days away. She thought of this as she finished wiping off all the makeup, and bared her face, her true self.

She sat, the soft lighting kind to her. Wrinkles, age spots, her jawline not as defined, neck not as firm. As she applied a lotion to her face, she missed her younger self. Seeing all her flaws, flaws life had given her, she started to hum a song, pulling out her cellphone from her jean pocket, looking for a song she had not heard in a long while. Life made her who she is. She is elder in most people’s eyes, had little in common with many of the people around her. Yes, she was not young, as firm, or as perky in places. She looked up at herself in the mirror, seeing a woman who had worth, who was wise and beautiful no matter what wrinkles, crow’s feet, age spots was reflected back. She was more than her shell. 57 years will do that to a person. Her life has had its ups and downs. Harshness with the wonderment. Loss.

She ran the music into the home system, and she let herself have this time to enjoy, center herself. As the music starts she couldn’t help but smile, reaching down to kick off the tennis shoes, pull off her socks. Her own voice added to the singer’s soulful deeper tone as she let the words soak into her own soul.

Birds flying high
You know how I feel
Sun in the sky
You know how I feel
Breeze driftin' on by
You know how I feel

Standing up and stepping away from the makeup table as the music plays she gives a glance to the man in her bed, then closes her eyes, letting her body take in the sound. She slowly put her hand under her t-shirt, unbutton the jeans she wore, unzip, and slowly push her jeans down over her full hips, thighs, and fall to the floor.

It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me

As the music tone changes, so does the peaceful look on her face. She opens her eyes, the golden brown holding a spark, the smile on her face turning more sensual as she lifts her hands to the sides and brings them up, on top of her head as she steps out of the jeans, out of her shell. Out of the worries and concerns of life. Her hips sway, the blues style music making her give into her body’s need to just enjoy itself, to step lighter and with the sway of a woman in full confidence of how she got to this point in her life. She stood, wiggled herself downward, and let the musical horns, the soft drums wake her up.

And I'm feeling good
I'm feeling good

She walks, letting her hips lead her, her hand pulling the t-shirt down between her legs toward the wine color dress shirt he had left hanging on the hanger, over the closet door. She cast a glance to him, seeing he had closed his laptop, and was watching her. Her smile widened as she touched the shirt, letting her hands run along the opened front. She turns her back to him, and pulled off the t-shirt and lets it fall. Her white bra, not one of lace or thin stapes, she unhook from the back and holds it out to the side, letting it drop from her finger tip.

Fish in the sea
You know how I feel
River running free
You know how I feel
Blossom on a tree
You know how I feel

She pulls the man dress shirt off the hanger, and pulls it on, turning around to him. She buttons up a few button, leaving enough skin and her breast to tease him with. She runs her hands along her breast, cupping herself, knowing her nipples were hard and seeking more. As was the warm wetness between her legs. She swayed, her hands working upward to comb into her curly red hair.

It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
For me
And I'm feeling good

She walked toward him, letting the music take her to a place only a woman who is safe, loved and full or power. Not from another, but of her own making. She walked slowly, one step at a time, leading with her toes, her arms lifting high in the air as the sleeves of the dress shirt falls downward. She walked to him, this person she allowed into her home, her body. She stop beside the bed, leaned forward as she put her hips back, arched her back and closed her eyes. His hand touched the opening of the shirt, stroke the inside of her breast that the few unbuttons let him reach.

Dragonfly out in the sun, you know what I mean, don't you know
Butterflies all havin' fun, you know what I mean
Sleep in peace when day is done, that's what I mean
And this old world is a new world
And a bold world
For me
For me

She gave her shoulders a shake, and smiled at his soft moan. She stood, turned her back to him, and reached under the shirt, and slowly removed her panties. No lace, or stings, but underwear that held in a not so flat stomach. Like the bra, she dressed her body for what it was. She bent over, the dress shirt tail just bearing the bottom of her plump buttocks as she took them down to her ankles. She could see him move, but she stood, stepped forward just as his hand touch the shirt cloth. She glanced over her shoulder as she slowly walked to the end of the bed, the music leading her hips, her arms, touching her own body in areas he wanted to touch.

Stars when you shine
You know how I feel
Scent of the pine
You know how I feel

She climbs on to the bed, her voice growing louder as the singer of the song hit his higher notes. She was on her knees, arms up, head thrown back.

Oh, freedom is mine
And I know how I feel

She sat back on her heels, and let the music take her to the understanding that she had so much more to give, life ahead of her. She closed her eyes and let her hands travel along the bed, going onto her hands and knees.

It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life

She opens her eyes, looking at the man she knew would please her. Why? Because she knew she could please him and he knew she expected the same. She slowly crawled her way up the bed, over his feet, upward as he moved the laptop off the bed, letting it fall a few feet to the floor. She smiled, and moved upward, over his body as the shirt hung open, the sleeves covering her arms, She lowered her back at his thighs, letting her breast touch him as he put his hands behind his head, waiting.

It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
It's a new dawn
It's a new day
It's a new life
It's a new life
For me

She sat at his hips, knowing he was very interested in her next move if the bulge under her was a clue. She smiled, and reached for his face, cupping it in her hands. She leaned forward as the song finished, her warm breath on his lips as she sung the last few words.

And I'm feeling good
I'm feeling good

He gave a soft growl as she bites his bottom lip, softly singing as his arms came down quickly to wrap around her, flipping her onto her back as he moved over her.

I feel so good
I feel so good