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It had been a long, long day...

Between her two girls they just about wore her out. Her youngest at two years old, was proving to be quite a handful these days, never letting her grab a moment's respite, to indulge in a bit of self-indulgence, let alone even put on makeup or brush her hair; she saw herself as the epitome of the disheveled, sweats-wearing mom, who, even in public, was at the point of completely not caring how she looked. So... so not like her.

Don't take this wrong, she absolutely loved being a mom, enjoyed every bit of it, even as an unmarried mom, with no spouse to help balance the load of raising two loving but highly rambunctious girls. It was just her luck, they had to have the same sense of stubborn, I-must-do/learn-everything-for-myself-never-let-anyone-tell-you-what-to- do attitude, that she imposed on her mom when she was growing up. Estrog en-laced, testosterone-fueled energy. And they say girls are supposed to be easy when they are young... UGH! She smiled.

The girls were now, finally, in bed, it was super late; earlier, they had begged to stay up and watch their latest favorite movie. Had she had more energy, she would have insisted they tow the bedtime line, now more than several hours in the past; instead, there she was, plopped down on the couch, one girl seated on either side, hugging her arms as they snuggled and nested in tight, their hair too, all disheveled, not from the day, but from the shower they both had taken earlier. Both sides of her sweats now stained with the dampness of the drips of water that had cascaded, itchingly down her arms during the movie.

She plopped down on her own bed, still in sweats and covered with sweat from the day's activity, she had been too tired to take off her clothes or take a shower, as is customary for her. She laid still and closed her eyes for a moment.

"Fuck, I'm horny," she thought to herself, as her eyes popped back open, wide in incredulity. The day in the park had sparked her libido, not because it was a beautiful day, though it was that, but because she espied an older gent constantly looking in her direction. At first, she didn't know for sure, if it was her that he was ogling. But after a while, and after surreptitiously looking back in his direction, many times, through her dark shaded sunglasses, no matter where she was in the park, he was always looking in her direction. Indeed, she was his object of desire.

Interestingly, ordinarily, he wasn't the type of man she would be attracted to. However, with the obvious attention he plied in her direction and her rather in-the-moment-playful-demeanor she was then sporting... she began to notice him more; her curiosity increased. He was of average height, if she had to guess, between 5' 6" and 5' 9" tall. He wore a baseball cap, but at one point, when he took it off to wipe his brow, she noticed that he wore his hair cropped short, probably on account that he was also bald, ala Jason Statham style. His face bore the lines of a well-worn facade, that had seen the travails of life well-lived. His eyes, twinkled and sparkled every time he smile.

It was his smile that got to her. He smiled a lot, talked to everyone around him, even though he was obviously at the park by himself. His energy was infectious and by extension, she felt herself growing, surprisingly, a bit damp, with his constant attention in her direction.

With her increasing arousal, she began to flirt with him. Not in any way obvious, but given the fact that she wore no bra or panties today, she felt a little bit emboldened by her lack of 'proper' attire, that befits a 'proper' woman. Dark tan yoga pants protected her modesty below and above, though sans a bra, she wore a snug fitting white sleeveless v-necked sports shirt, beneath a oversized ecru tank-top with super-big arm holes, which provided a bit of a modesty screen. One over the shoulder straps of the outer shirt and fallen down her arm calling attention to her treasures.

She couldn't resist, at one point, after making sure both girls were preoccupied, enjoying the midday sun, traversing the jungle gym with

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