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Bareback Brenda
(Anna Mann)

Brenda bustled into a cubicle and held her breath for a second as she calmed her nerves, what she was planning was crazy.

Crazy but exciting she told herself as she locked the door and placed her bag down on the toilet seat.

At the age of thirty six she really wondered if she'd be able to pull it off, after all there would be girls out there half her age, and they will have bodies that haven't seen as much of life as mine. She was conscious of her looks, she'd added a little weight around her hips, her tummy wasn't as flat or toned as it had been when she was younger, but that wasn't such a great surprise, after all she had given birth... twice.

And now I'm being defeatist, because even if I've got older, I'm still hot she told herself as she slipped out of her jeans and swapped the denim for a short leather skirt that barely covered her skimpy panties. And it will probably show them if I bend over. The cubicle was too small and restrictive to test her theory, but she knew it was going to be fact, not that it mattered so much, because in the part she was about to play some exposure would probably be advantageous.

Bra or not? She'd been debating it all afternoon, on the one hand a bra held her quite impressive D-cup beauties high and firm, but without looked more natural, it also allowed her prominent nipples to show through whichever top she decided.

Natural she decided and tucked her bra into the bag. Now she almost looked the part, a short skirt that would offer no protection or serious coverage, a thong that was busily working itself deeper and deeper into the crack of her camel toe, a feature she'd not known about until one of her friends had taken her aside to point out that when she wore tight Lycra in the gym she was maintaining a small forest of stiff wood in the male patrons who toned up in the same space. A plain white blouse covered her boobs, by tying the tails tight beneath them she'd engineered a little support, but the action of lifting had forced them upward and outward, so now they constantly threatened to spill out every time she moved. But that isn't bad either she thought as she shook them, her nipples hardening rapidly as she felt the moment arriving.

Brenda reached for the lock, then decided to wait a moment. Am I really that horny? she asked herself as she slipped the thong aside and dipped a finger between slippery shaved lips. Damn, I am horny she giggled as her finger came away with a glistening coating of her arousal.

"I can do this." she whispered as she opened the lock and let the door swing free, before stepping forward to face a long mirror that stretched across the opposite wall above a row of hand basins, she checked her make-up and nodded, it was subtle and when she'd arrived in her jeans and sensible blouse it had looked quite innocent and about one step away from saying slut. But dressed like this, she grinned at her reflection, it actually screams the word slut!