Go up to your room and change.
From Create Your Own Story
You pad down the upstairs hall to your bedroom, your ache unsatisfied, your itch unscratched. Your husband's been bad at taking hints lately. If you come on to him, and he refuses - the humiliation would be too much to bear. Your forbidden fantasies, about the young men in the house - these are best not thought about. But you do think about them, in the dark, before going to sleep, when waking up, when Timmy helps you with the housework and ogles your breasts...
It's bedtime. You give yourself a look in the mirror, and twirl once around - What is wrong with that man? you think. How could he not want this? Out the window you see someone's noticed: the boy who lives across the side yard from your house. It’s Timmy best friend Tyler, who sometimes you've seen peeking through his blinds as you changed in the morning before the kids go to school.
Just as your about to slip your blouse off your shoulders you catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye. Without making it known you see him, you slowly walk around the bed to close the blinds so you can change, stopping in mid-stride, out of sight from the window. ‘Horny little shit, geez, Tyler what are you, six? You are hoping to get a peek at the biggest tits on the block, matched only with his own mothers. You have to admit the idea is starting to turn you on a little, the thought of him staring at you while you change, maybe even stroking off a bit while he watches.
Given the situation you decide to:
