The Presentation

Diane stood naked in front of the mirror. She reached under her breasts and plumped her girls, then turned sideways to see if her ass stuck out too much and if her tits were still perky. Harry didn't want her any more; that was clear. She wondered if any man would.
Diane loved wearing provocative, sexy lingerie beneath her pinstriped banker suits. She was 45 and in her prime sexually but couldn’t get enough touching, kissing and the feel of that hard part of a man. Her daydreams were about to be interrupted by the sounds of footsteps gaining on her from behind.