Page 5 of Midlife Tiger’s Last Chance

CHAPTER THREE

Minnie

I keep a brave face but the morning is difficult. It’s not that Gwen and Josh misbehave. They’re good kids and today I don’t even have to battle to get them to clean up and get dressed early. Today is an early day because of their special morning music program. So, they’re out of the house at six o’clock when Mrs. O’Hara arrives with the school van. Maybe the morning is difficult just because I’m up an hour earlier than normal. I don’t know.

I consider it a victory they got breakfast, got dressed, and left with kisses on their cheeks and lunches in hand. I have to make those things a victory. I don’t think it’s possible for me to remain upright if I don’t. I try to smile as I close the door because Gwen is also leaving with permission trip for a field trip. Remembering the deadline for the slip represents a minor miracle.

I try to smile but I fail.

I often wonder how being a single mother for seven years isn’t enough time to get used to it. When my ex-husband left me, Gwen was two. Josh, one day old, and I were at the hospital waiting for him to pick us up and take us home. Nine years and I still feel overwhelmed all the time.

But there are victories today and that needs to be my focus. It’s also only six, which means instead of my typical hurried shower, I can indulge in my once-a-week, music program morning bath. That at least lightens my mood a little as I hurry to my master bathroom. As the water fills the tub and the lavender bubble bath brings a comforting scent, I set a timer on my phone for thirty minutes and put it on the counter. A few seconds later, I’m naked and stepping into the water.

The hot water immediately sends a soft wave of relaxation over me and when I sit, it feels like the wave engulfs me. I start to lean back but two times being too relaxed teaches me I need to turn the water off first to avoid it overflowing while I let my body soak in the heat. So, I check the depth and, satisfied, turn the handle off. I lean back then with a contented sigh and even though my problems don’t disappear, the morning doesn’t seem so bad now. I can feel my body loosening up, and it surprises me because until it does, I don’t realize how physically tense I am. A few seconds later, though, I feel limber and relaxed.

“I bet you could relax me, Mr. Matheson,” I say.

My eyes open widely for a moment. Those words, out of nowhere, surprise me. Less surprising is how, upon those words escaping my lips, my body responds to the thought of Brock. I can feel my nipples grow very hard, which is kind of strange since the heat from the water relaxes me.

I close my eyes and let my hands travel over me. I imagine Brock’s hands massaging me and moan, “Oh, Mr. Matheson, you’re so good with your hands.”

Calling him Mr. Matheson turns me on and I repeat, “Yes, touch me, Mr. Matheson.”

I let one hand grip my breast while the other cups my pussy and begins to stroke in slow, long circles that travel the length of my pussy and wake my body up so I feel tingles travel down my thighs and up my spine.

“Oh, Mr. Matheson, you feel so good,” I moan.

I pinch my nipple, softly but hard enough that a jolt of sensation rockets down my body to my clit. My stomach stiffens and I gasp as my fingers graze my clit, intensifying the pleasure I feel.

“Oh God,” I moan. “That’s what I need, baby. Touch me just like that.”

I moan and writhe as I keep massaging my clit and kneading each breast in turn. I imagine Brock’s hard body over me while his hands take complete possession of me and force me to concentrate on the way he makes me feel.

I imagine myself losing control of my body and though my movements don’t change, the thought of surrendering to him increases the pleasure, so soon I am splashing water out of the tub as my body stiffens and jerks with powerful pulses of pleasure that reverberate through me in waves.

I slip a finger inside me and the pleasure reaches an entirely different level. “Oh my God,” I breathe as my body twitches and stiffens and gasps with a sensation that is rapidly becoming too powerful to cope with.

“Mr. Matheson, I want you inside me,” I say. “Please.”

I imagine him over me, thick cock erect and throbbing. I spread my legs wide and use the hand rubbing my clit to open my lips slightly while still rubbing my clit.

“This is yours,” I say, using my other hand to tap my pussy. “Take it.”

I slip two fingers inside and imagine his thick cock splitting me open. I gasp and say, “Oh, Mr. Matheson, you’re so big!”

I wish my fingers were longer so I could do a better job simulating the length of his cock but my fingers do a good job approximating thickness, especially since my pussy is so tight right now, so I have no trouble imagining him thrusting into me while he softly massages my clit.

The dual stimulation of my clit and g-spot is beyond intense, and I know I won’t last much longer. “I’m going to cum for you, Mr. Matheson,” I moan. “Keep fucking me while I cum.”

As soon as I stop talking, I cum so hard that my body lifts completely off the floor of the tub with each powerful pulse. I barely manage to keep thrusting my fingers into me until my body overrides my mind and I turn onto my side and thrust my hips against the tub so I can’t keep thrusting. That doesn’t stop my other hand from fanning my clit, so I still gasp and scream and shudder, splashing water everywhere.

When my phone alarm goes off, I’m still cumming hard and when I’m dressed and ready for work, I am still so sensitive that the walk to my car sends mini shocks through me each time my thighs cross.

When I sit behind the wheel, I have to take a moment to let my clit stop shivering. I giggle at how sensitive I am, then take a breath and say, “Okay, Minnie, you need this job. You can’t get fired because you’re hitting on your boss. Be professional.”

The drive to work is, fortunately, less stimulating than the walk to my car but I am still twitching a little when I get to work and I can only hope no one notices the flush in my cheeks when I walk inside.

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