Cheryl stepped out of the shower and quickly grabbed a towel. "I'm still not too sure of this", she thought, as she wiped the water from her limbs and torso.  She reached up and began to briskly towel the water from her hair, looking at her image in the mirror as she did so. What it revealed was an older woman with a mixture of black and gray hair. The mirror also showed her proportionate breasts, firm for her age, but a long ways from those of a teenager. She had kept herself in shape as best she could through the years while raising her children on her own, but her body was a long ways from what she saw as ideal. Her marriage had ended over 25 years ago and so had her experience of sex. Now, with her girlfriend's urging, she was going to experience it again, after all this time.  She felt shivers of expectation, excitement, and fear course through her.  Looking at herself, she laughed, seeing her nipples standing firm and erect, ready for sucking and caressing. "Well, guys, at least you are ready, willing, and able", she laughed. "I wonder what he will think, when he finally sees me?" she thought to herself. Being just  over  50,  she  felt  that her best days were behind her, but that didn't  stop  the yearning need to be touched, the need to be loved, the need  to  be  with  someone,  the  undeniable need for long, passionate, totally  fulfilling sex with a man. "Self-pleasuring does work wonders", she thought, "but a man's hands on me and his cum in me is what I really need."

Finished drying, Cheryl walked into her bedroom and examined the items laid out on the bed.  She shook her head at the array of items her girlfriend, Sharon had bought for her to wear. "Well", Cheryl thought, smirking to herself, ”at least He’ll like the wrappings, if not the contents." She picked up the black satin, bikini cut panties and stepped into them, pulling them up her legs. The silky feel of the material was definitely a turn-on for her. She reached between her thighs, making sure the Velcro crotch was closed. Next, she took the matching black satin bra and  slid it over her breasts, reaching around to fasten the clasp.  She walked back into the bathroom and gasped at her image. The panties  and  bra  were both the new figure enhancing style, pulling her stomach  in  tight and pushing her breasts up into rock hard, firm, full mounds  with  a  delightful  cleavage  between  them.  "Well, well," she thought, "The old girl can still be a looker, it seems."

Following the instructions Sharon had given her, Cheryl picked up the black satin nightgown they had picked out when shopping together over the weekend.  It was pure satin, with full sleeves and a "V" neckline. Just below the line of her bra, there was a teardrop opening, about 5 inches at  it's  widest  point.  "Sharon really went wild for this one because of this opening," Cheryl thought. "I wonder just what she's got in mind for tonight.  Well, find out soon enough!" The satin brushing against her shoulders, back, and stomach was definitely turning her on even more.  She then put the black silk stockings on each of her legs, finally slipping the garter belt around her waist, under the gown and fastened the stockings to it. As she looked down, she realized that the hem  of  the  nightgown  didn't  quite  cover the tops of the stockings, making  it  obvious to anyone seeing her dressed this way that they were stockings,  and  not pantyhose. "Well," she thought, "I guess that's the idea."  She reached into the closet and took out a dark blue dress she would only worn a couple of times before, and never with Sharon or any of her friends.  She slid it over her head, easily slipping her arms into the sleeves and fastening the zipper at the back. The neckline was high, but not overly conservative and the hem was just below her knees. She looked attractive in the dress, but normal. The thought of what she was wearing beneath and the reason for it started to really excite her, to the point that,  she  suddenly  realized,  the  Velcro fastening at her crotch was getting  really  damp. "Time to go," she thought, taking a final look at herself in the full-length mirror. "Here goes nothing!" Cheryl walked out the door to face her adventure