It was a beautiful morning on June 5, 2025, a resplendent sun, 25°C at 9 a.m. "What a magnificent day!!!!," Mathilde said to herself as she finished breakfast on her shaded terrace. Mathilde was hot, hotter than usual. It happened to her often these days, hot outside and hot inside with hair-raising urges that often take her without warning. The miracle of being in her forties, the ecstasy of the solar woman. This morning, she has to go shopping. "What a chore!!!!" Except that this morning, she decided to treat herself and dress in accordance with the desire she's been feeling since waking up. She goes to her room and opens the "special drawer," the one containing the clothes in which she feels beautiful and attractive. She takes off her dressing gown, she is naked, ready to get dressed for the day. She starts with a pair of white panties, not quite a thong but very high-cut. She loves these panties, and she puts them on delicately, without rushing. Then she moves on to the stockings, also white. She sits on the edge of the bed and begins to put them on one by one, gently, caressing her legs at the same time. It's important to take your time, it's important to feel your own hands on your body. Mathilde likes to caress herself, to pamper herself, and practices self-love regularly. But not this morning. This morning, Mathilde limits herself to the sensual, the sexual, she wants to share it, today, she's going hunting. It's been a while since she's made love, and right now, she really wants to find a man, and if it's in the supermarket, well, why not. She can't help but linger on her thighs, firm and shapely, wrapped in those magnificent white stockings that she hooks onto the garter belt she's just fastened around her hips. Putting the panties under the garter belt isn't practical, but ...

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