Note: This is chapter five of a very long story. 28 chapters so far. It is wide ranging and will eventually touch on interracial sex, dom women, lesbian sex, true love, revenge and much, much more. I hope you enjoy it.
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CHAPTER FIVE – Sunday Afternoon and Night
When I got back home, I was a little disappointed to find that Jana wasn't there, but kind of relieved too. I had to work tomorrow and needed some 'me' time to decompress from the crazy weekend.
I checked my phone for a message. Sure enough, there was one from Jana.
"Sorry. Gotta split. Guilted into going to see the fam for Easter. Sheesh. Talk later. ILY"
I slipped out of my church dress and into some sweats and a t-shirt. I decided to go for a walk instead of sitting down in front of the computer or TV.
It was a perfect spring afternoon. I thought about what Daddy and Jana had told me. Do I really not know what I want? What do I want?
Daddy was right. I want the kind of relationship that he and mom had – what I can remember of it anyway. They were always laughing is what I remember most. My dad owns a successful auto repair business and mom was a teacher.
The long walk was nice. I had walked for hours. It cleared my head. I resolved to spend some the time it takes to decide what I want from life. I refuse to be a sheep. I also decided that I was going to begin the process of breaking up with 'my boyfriend'. Somehow.
Back at the apartment, I made myself a salad for supper, made sure I had clean clothes for work the next day and settled in for the night.
I was watching a mindless movie on tv – thinking mostly – when my phone rang. It was the boyfriend.
"What are you doing?" his voice low.
"Just watching TV."
"You want to come over?"
"I think I'm going to stay home tonight."
"Can I come over there?"
"Yeah. I guess so."
"Twenty minutes." I detected a note of excitement in his voice.
I considered whether to put on some different clothes or not and decided not to.
The boyfriend showed up soon enough. He brought a dozen roses with him. Grocery store roses, but still, appreciated.
He was dressed differently than his normal weekend attire. He was wearing khaki's, a shirt with a collar and a blazer.
Hmmmm.
He sat down on the couch next to me. Close. He had an eager look on his face.
Considering what we had done two nights previous, I suppose it was understandable.
I had found his stash of pantyhose fetish porn, and we had lived out those fantasies for an evening and the next morning. I'll admit, it was a lot of fun.
He began to nuzzle up with me, his face against my neck. He had shaved. His breathing was quick and shallow. He reached for my leg.
"Slow down, cowboy." I grumped. "I need to get these roses in some water."
He backed off.
I was trying to decide if I wanted to have sex with him tonight. I could feel my libido telling me I need a good hard fucking. The blazer and the roses were a good start, but I was going to make him work for it.
I decided that if he did everything right, it was definitely maybe. I made a mental list with two columns in my head.
"I really liked Friday night." he said. Eager. Like a puppy.
"I did too." I said honestly. "What did you like best about it?"
"Everything." he said. "Let's do it again" he blurted out.
Too eager and too clumsy. An X in the minus column.
I looked over at him. His eyes were bright with excitement.
"Hmmmm... I haven't decided yet." I teased. "But tell me, specifically, what did you like best?"
"I liked seeing your incredible legs and sexy ass covered with pantyhose. Your legs are amazing to begin with, but covered in pantyhose... Oh my God."
"I'm not wearing pantyhose right now." I said. I was looking for 'being dominated by you' I thought to myself. Another X in the minus column.
"Ummm... I brought you some."
"Really!?" I said, genuinely surprised and pleased. Put that one in the plus column.
He beamed. "I sure did." He was more animated and excited than I've ever seen him.
"Let me see them."
"Hold on!" He went out the front door, and out to his car. He didn't presume - plus column.
After a moment, he came back in with a pretty gift bag from Cupid's Curiosities, a local lingerie/sex toy shop. He handed the bag to me while bowing from the waist.
A gift bag with a pretty bow – plus column. My libido was tapping her foot impatiently.
I pulled the bow open and pulled out a hosiery package.
They were a very sheer white, with a delicate little flower pattern stitched in. They were almost classy, in a slutty kind of way. They were also fairly expensive (he forgot to take the price tag off – minus column) and very high quality. These are definitely not grocery store pantyhose – plus column.
"Oh my. These are very nice." I said.
He beamed at me. He was still standing in front of me like an eager puppy. It was kind of cute. It seems we've found what makes him come alive.
"I love you, Erika." he said. "Friday night was a dream come true and I'm glad that you weren't too freaked out about it."
"That's sweet of you to say. You know that I'm no prude, and I had fun too." I said. "It looks like we're about to have some more fun." I added. "Let me go and freshen up a bit."
My libido had made its decision it seems.
I went into the bedroom with my package. I pulled off my sweats and t-shirt and then my panties. Standing there naked, I pondered what to put on with my new pantyhose.
I looked into the gift bag, along with the hosiery package, there was a receipt.
I inspected it: 6 pair of hose, a tube of Ass-troglide, a urethane dildo, a vibrator and an item called "harness." Total bill, nearly $300!
Oh my. What have I unleashed?
I pulled the pantyhose over my long legs. They felt amazing. Very sheer and silky smooth. Much better than the grocery store brand. I stood and looked in the mirror. Damn, they looked amazing too. The sheer white was definitely a good choice and the little flowers were an elegant, girly touch. Definitely in the plus column.
I walked over to my closet to pick something out and thought, "OK, let's go all in and see where it goes."
I pulled out my slinkiest, thinnest cocktail dress, a spaghetti strapped, form fitting, mini dress in shimmering soft smoky green silk that fit me like a smack in the mouth. Honestly, it was little more than a piece of expensively cut silk with a couple of thin straps at the shoulder.
I've had it for a while but have never had the nerve or occasion to wear it out anywhere. It was one that Jana had talked me into buying. I silently thanked her.
I pulled it over my head and let is slide over my hips. It felt decadent. Without a bra, my nipples were front and center.
Then I reached into my closet and pulled out my tallest heels, a pair of patent leather Monolo's (another gift from Jana), three and a half inches tall. I slipped them on.
I walked back over to the mirror and took a look. My ponytail had to go. I pulled the scrunchie off and let my long brown hair fall down over my shoulders. Now my face looked naked.
I went into the bathroom and got busy. I applied my makeup with a heavier than usual hand – a little slutty even.
I stepped back to have a look in the mirror. And then I had a naughty thought. Back to the bedroom to get my phone, I took a picture of myself in the full-length mirror on my closet door.
I sent the photo in a text message to Jana with this message. "BF is here. About to have some fun with him. Any ideas?"
Before I could even get out the bedroom door, she texted back, "OMG! You look AMAZING! Ideas coming soon."
Finally ready – it had taken 30 minutes – I decided he had waited long enough. I took my phone and the receipt I had found in the gift bag.
One last check in the mirror and I barely recognized myself. I looked good and felt good. I turned and strode into the living room. I rounded the corner and stood in front of him, feet set wide, hands on my hips, head held high.
His jaw literally dropped open.
I stood still, waiting for him to speak.
About a minute passed before he could say anything as he drank me in with his eyes. He finally croaked out "You look like a movie star."
This pleased me.
I spotted the grocery store flowers he had brought, sitting on the table next to the couch. I walked slowly toward him, rolling my hips just a little. I bent over at the waist and put my face in front of his, as if to kiss him. He closed his eyes expectantly.
I looked down at his lap. His khaki's had a little tent. "I need to put these in some water." I whispered in his ear.
I picked up the flowers and turned toward the kitchen. I strolled into the kitchen and made a big show of looking for a vase. I looked in the space under the sink, by bending at the waist, my legs spread wide. I looked in the high pantry above the stove, lifting one leg slightly and bending the knee. Reaching way up with an exaggerated stretch, I pulled one down. I could feel his eyes on me.
I moved to the sink and filled the vase with water and the flowers, taking my sweet time cutting the stems, pulling off leaves, arranging them just right. I put them on the table when I was done, stood back and admired my work. Every movement, every stance, calculated to show off my body.
I walked back to the couch and stood in front of him. I bent over at the waist again and whispered in his ear, "Thank you for the flowers. They're lovely." I gave his ear a little nip with my teeth.
I stood and ran my hands up my sides, across my tummy and over my breasts, then I turned around and arched my back.
"I love the pantyhose, they are gorgeous. How do they look to you?" I asked him, looking over my shoulder.
"Fantastic!" he said eagerly.
I turned and walked across the room to where I had put my phone down, really shaking it this time. I picked up the phone and launched the camera app.
"Smile!" I said, and took his picture before it registered what I was doing.
I walked back to him, handed him the phone and said, "Now you do me."
I backed up a few steps and threw my hip way out, lowered my chin and posed.
I heard the phone shutter sound, 'click'.
I moved and posed again, this time pulling up the hem of my dress a little.
'click'.
Repose. Hands under my breasts.
'click'.
Looking over my shoulder.
'click'.
Bent over at the waist from the front.
'click'.
Bent over at the waist from behind.
The posing and the clicking went on for several minutes. I had a lot of fun pretending to be a girl you would want to take sexy pictures of. Nothing too risqué even though it was my phone, they have a way of escaping onto the internet.
But even so, I couldn't resist one last picture.
