Mary barely slept the night before. All night long she tossed and turned in nervous anticipation of what the new day was going to bring. She tried her best to sleep, hoping to turn her anxiety into sweet, sexy dreams of what was to come. Unfortunately, no dreams came. When six o'clock finally rolled around Mary decided that enough was enough and that six was a very respectable time to get out of bed. She felt like a little kid on the first day of school—excited and scared all at that same time. "This is crazy," she thought. "It's not like I've ever met anyone 'new' before. This is probably going to be just one more guy who says he kisses well but is a frog." But still, the butterflies in her stomach persisted. She turned the water on for her shower. Mary stepped into the shower. She turned slowly, arms reached out above her, to let the warm water encase her body. She arched back and stretched, letting the warmth and force of the water relax her. Reaching down, Mary picked on the shaving lotion. She lifted on leg onto the tile bench and began to slather her leg in the creamy white lotion. She took the razor and with long, gentle strokes, ran in up and around her calf; up over her knee and onto her thigh. When she reached the top of her thigh she ran her hands over her leg. Satisfied with the smoothness she felt, Mary moved on to her other leg. Reaching the inner most top part of her thigh, she smiled and began to take smaller strokes as she groomed where her leg met her lips. Taking care, she shaved around both side of those sacred lips. Pulling them out to shave around her clit she hoped he would notice the special care she gave to that area of her body. She had never really been a fan of the shaved pussy look. She felt the presence of her hair was part of being a mature woman. She had no desire to look like a child down there, but rather the woman she was. As with all, though, it was his preference that mattered, not hers, and so she shaved. He had granted one concession. A patch, symbolizing her womanhood, could remain above.
Mary finished her shaving ritual and then lathered up her body. She scrubbed and polished her body so every inch of it was clean and soft. Not know what the outcome of the meeting might be she took careful care of her ass. She took a soapy washcloth and inserted into her anus as far as it would it go. She wanted to be prepared. Using a softly scented shampoo, she washed her hair. Massaging her head she closed her eyes and imagined what it would be like to have him doing this simple act for her. Applying the cream rinse she envisioned his hands massaging the conditioner through her wet hair. Mary's pussy began to tingle with the thought of his hands ministering to her in such a familiar, intimate way.
Emerging from the shower, she heard her husband, Michael, rustle in the bed. The alarm had gone off and he reached over to hit the snooze button, turning over to capture a little more sleep. "At least he's gotten a good night's sleep," Mary thought. "If he knew who I was meeting today, perhaps he wouldn't be sleeping so peacefully." He had asked her not to tell him, that this rendezvous would be there little 'secret.'
Mary toweled off her body. The soft scent of cherry blossoms filled the bathroom as she massaged lotion into her legs and arms. Once again her mind drifted to thoughts of how it would be for him to be rubbing the lotion into her skin. A shiver went through her at that thought and she continued to massage the lotion in.
Finally rising from bed, Michael came into bathroom to begin his morning routine before heading off to work. Kissing the back of her neck, he wished her a good morning as he ran his hands over her softness. She melted back into him relaxing against his chest, enjoying the touch of his hands upon her breast. "God, I love this woman," he thought. "God, I love this man," she thought.
"Up early today aren't you?" Michael asked as he started to brush his teeth.
"Yep," replied Mary, "I had a hard time sleeping. I'm surprised I didn't wake you with all my tossing and turning. Once six rolled around I figured I might as well 'rise and shine'."
"What do you having going on today? Anything special?"
"Nah, just the usual----work and more work. I might try and leave early though to run a few errands. I'll call you later to let you know what time I should be home. How about you? Normal day for you?"
"Yeah, same old, same old. A few meetings this mornings and some interviews this afternoon. I should be home my normal time."
Mary's husband quickly got ready for work. Michael was not one to linger. He gave her a kiss good-bye that could only be described as delicious. It was a kiss from a mouth that knew her mouth well. His lips touched hers softly at first, the pressure of lips deepened as his tongue explored the warm recesses of her. Mary was a little surprised by such a passionate good-bye kiss. Her breath shortened and she kissed him back deeply. Her thoughts no longer consumed by the man she would be meeting in person for the first time today, but by the one she had met so many years ago.
"Wow," Mary purred when they were done. "We may have to be late for work now," she said breathlessly.
"I wish," Michael said with disappointment in his voice. "I have to, have to be on time for the first meeting. You have fun today. I'll be thinking of you." He smiled and gave her a pat on the bottom and a peck on the forehead.
"Fun today?" Mary laughed. "He's such a good man," she thought. "I am such a lucky woman."
There were not many men who would allow, let alone relish the thought, of their wives doing some of the things that Mary did. Of course Michael knew what she was up to. Or at least he had an idea. When Mary told him she was "running errands" he knew the hidden meaning. He was content knowing she'd be having an adventure. He didn't need to know exactly what she was up to, only that she was safe and enjoying herself. And on those two accounts he knew he need not worry, especially as there was another that would help look out for Mary's well-being.
Mary chose her undergarments carefully and began to get dressed. Nude color stockings went on first, followed by a white lace garter belt to which she hooked the stockings. Next her bra—a white and yellow embroidered confection that shaped her breasts in a delectable way under her clothing. Next she donned her long black slip. "A lady always wears a slip" she chuckled to herself. "They may not always wear panties, but always a slip." And, Mary was a lady if nothing else. Nex,t a simple white tailored blouse came on. It was just sheer enough that if you really looked you could make out the embroidery on her bra. She thought, though, it was conservative enough to get away with at work. She slipped a long black skirt over her head and zippered it into place. A silver metal belt went around her waist. Black pumps completed the lower half of her outfit.
Mary walked over to her jewelry box. The last piece of her outfit was the most important and she chose carefully. Rummaging through her collection of jewelry she found the perfect necklace to wear. She pulled out a heavy silver chain that had a large piece of turquoise in the center of it. It was a short piece, just a tad larger than a choker. She clasped the necklace around her neck. The weight of the turquoise reminded her of who she belonged to. Stepping back and looking in the mirror Mary was satisfied with her appearance. She looked the consummate professional.
