Morning Exercise

Illustrated by Michelle:

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It is a cold winter day as I get out of bed in my flannel pajamas. My husband left early for the office like he does on each work day of the week. I head for the bathroom and go through my usual routine of brushing my teeth, washing my face and try to wake up completely for my morning workout.

Before heading for the living room carpet, I put on my usual black sheer pantyhose. Then I pull up a scanty pair of spandex exercise shorts and black cotton halter top. When I pull those shorts way up, the slim piece of crotch material tends to disappear between the crack of my tight buns and makes my buttocks stick out nicely. And for some reason, this morning it makes me horny to pull them tightly up against my mound of Venus.

My feet are cold so I decide to wear a thin pair of white ankle socks, before I sink my tootsies into the black patent high heel slides I always wear around the house. These socks have a lovely frilly collar with a nice little bow of white ribbons at the back of the ankle. They are also thin enough to wear with these shoes that have become so comfortable over time because I have them on my feet each and every day while in the house.

They are even a little loose when I only have nylons on my feet, making them almost slip off with each step I take. If I am in a hurry and have to run, I'm afraid I will lose both within two consecutive steps! I even need to be careful with them when I walk down the stairs, since the vamp almost slips off as I put a foot forward and reach for the lower step. I must clench the toes to keep my shoes on, but that's fine as it is a good exercise to tone the calf muscles and keep my long legs in their shapely form. But with the frilly ankle socks, the mules feel comfortable and much more secure.

Still feeling a bit turned on by the pressure I feel at my pussy and buttocks, I slowly come down the stairs, cupping my firm breasts over the halter top. My nipples are stiff and I get aroused even more as my fingers brush against the eraser hard poking tips. I cup both masses of flesh over the cotton top and weigh them, feeling proud about their size and perfect roundness. I don't wear a bra because it makes me feel good to show off my tits, nicely outlined under the loose material, as it clings against the curvaceous masses. I pinch at both nipples and pull at them. This sends tingling sensations all the way to my vagina and I can feel the moisture begin to build inside its walls…

To take my mind away from the self-indulgence temptations that sparkle within my genitals, I go into the kitchen and pour myself a good cup of coffee… Looking out the window, I notice that some snow has fallen during the night and the next door neighbor's eighteen year old son is shoveling their driveway. Good boy Tommy is a very obliging young man to have around for these chores. He shovels our own walkways and patio for a few dollars that help him pay for his studies and personal expenses. The coffee smells good, hubby always brews it to perfection when he gets up, so I pour myself a cup to try and shake myself out of this lethargy and chase away my horny feelings.

I sit at the dining-room table and have a look at the morning paper. I pull both feet under my chair and since it is a natural habit with me, I slip my tootsies out of the vamps but keep the toes in contact with the shoes, slowly caressing the insoles with the toe pads. Then I cross a leg and begin to sway it to and fro, making the shoe dangle dangerously from the tip of my little digits. It is such a thrill to have the shoe barely hang on to the tip of the larger toe, as the nail even slips over the edge of the shiny black vamp, making the shoe hang precariously against the slippery thin cotton sock! But this time I go too fast and the mule slips off and falls to the carpet floor. It bounces a couple times before coming to a halt, resting on its side. I leave it there for a while, wriggling my toes, stretching and fanning them against the two thickness of the nylon and cotton that cling to my foot. I can feel the pantyhose tip rub inside the cotton sock as I clench my digits and rotate my ankle at the same time. It is always quite stimulating for me to play with my tootsies, slipping them in and out of my shoes and I always enjoy the looks I get from men when I indulge in this activity in public.

I just love to feel with my feet, especially my toes, as if they were little fingers that could grab at things almost as well as the fingers of my hands can. Hubby knows what I mean, when we sometimes go out for dinner and I feel horny like I do this morning… As soon as the waiter leaves with our order I slip a shoe off under the table and tease him with my foot, slowly inching my way along his pant leg until my pointing member slides against his thigh, all the way up to the crotch… Then I wriggle my nylon clad little shrimps and feel his manhood rapidly grow under my exploring toes…! I love to touch his hard cock over the material of his trousers and bring him off while seated in the restaurant! A bit messy for him, but oh is this private and hidden act such a thrill for the both of us!

I find myself clenching my toes against the leg of the empty chair in front of me, drifting along those sexy thoughts, and my pussy is waking up once again. I feel the juices invade my love tunnel. I decide I better get my act together and move on to my exercising program. So I lower my foot to try and find my empty mule, while drinking the last drop of coffee from my cup. It takes a second before my toes grab at the thin spike heel and flip the shoe standing so that I can sink my foot along the worn insole of this black patent mule. I look at my shoe and can clearly see the imprints my toes have left inside the vamp after wearing them so often.

I get up, bring my cup back into the kitchen and switch the TV on. Then I start my yoga cassette, to be able to follow the teacher's directives and do the stretching and warming up movements in the correct manner. I am new to yoga, so I need to learn how to exactly move so as to not hurt myself. The first movements involve rotating the head and bending the neck, so I remain standing in my heels to do these exercises. I inhale deeply and feel my breasts push against the loose cotton top… My nipples are getting hard again and it seems I can't get my horny state to go away! Hubby recently bought me a new vibrator and I feel the urge to rush to the drawer where I put it away and bring it along with me, just in case… This dark blue machine is often referred to as "The Canadian arm" because of its shape. It somehow resembles the contraption of metal that is used in the shuttle when it's in outer space. But this one is much more interesting because it is used in my intimate inner spaces…!

I can hear Tommy shoveling the snow near the front entrance. The tool scrapes against the hard surface of the walkway and he probably knocks his elbows against the wooden door as I can hear thuds coming from over there. I continue to warm up to the instructor's directives, rotating the hips with my hands resting at my waist. I am still in my high heel mules and feel my ankles begin to give as it is more and more difficult not to lose my balance atop the four inch stilettos. Then the exercises call for me to drop to my knees doggy style, with my arms stretched in front of me, the palms of my hands resting on the carpet floor. Like a cat so graciously does, I bend the elbows and lower my chest slowly until my stiff nipples brush along the carpet surface and then I arch the back, pulling the buttocks in hard and push the pelvis forward in a long curving of the body backwards. Then in reverse, I need to outstretch and arch the back way up while bending the head forward, as if imitating a Japanese bridge crossing over a narrow stream.
Both feet are resting on the tiptoes and I feel my toes slowly slipping out of my slides. Soon, both my heels are standing far away from the insoles, my arches stretched to the max and I hear Tommy's shovel begin to work on the large patio area behind me. The wide glass doors let the morning sun invade the living room in spite of the pulled curtains that keep indiscreet eyes from prying in. I keep on doing my exercises keeping the boy outside in my thoughts, imagining how excited he could get if he could see me… I begin to fantasize on the fact that he could very well be a voyeur and I'm getting hornier by the minute as the exercises only accentuate my inner sensations.

After a few minutes of stretching and warming up, I learn how to sit in the lotus position. Before sitting down on the carpet, I sexily pull at my bobby shorts, willingly exposing my nylon covered buns to the young man's view!

Pulling at the bunched up material between my buttocks and against my swollen clit is really working me up and it is with an anxious need to find relief that I finally sit down...

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