As much as Jen enjoyed her shower time (particularly when she daydreamed about Scott joining her), she knew she needed to hurry up and dress if she wanted to get to the meeting in time. Better yet, if she arrived a little early, she might get Scott all to herself before the others arrived.
She toweled off and selected her nicest matching bra and panty set – translucent black silk with fine gold embroidery – it left little to the imagination. Jen had bought it for her first non-date lunch with Scott. Somewhere she had read, "If a woman's bra and panties match, she's the one who decided to have sex." At least in Jen's case, it was true.
The chemistry between she and Scott during that first lunch had been undeniable. She had never felt such electricity and Scott's eyes told her he was feeling it too. The way he looked at her with such animalistic longing always made Jen melt. She had tested the waters of their attraction by stroking Scott's leg under the table with her beautifully manicured toes. And that was just the beginning of all the things she had wanted to do to and for him. She had wanted so badly for him to ravage her right there and then – in the parking lot of the Italian restaurant where they had dined. So what if it had been daylight and in the middle of a busy shopping center, at that moment, Jen knew she had no self control and would have succumbed with pleasure to Scott's every desire – with or without an audience.
Jen slipped into the slinky lingerie, her nipples instantly hardening at the touch of the cool cloth. She had planned to wear a pantsuit, but thought twice about her choice. After all, if the opportunity should present itself, she wanted as little between she and Scott as possible. So instead she chose a simple, yet elegant, black and white sleeveless tank dress. Easy on, easy off, she reasoned. The dress flattered Jen's curves, clinging just slightly in all the right places. Add to it some 'fuck me' open toed black heels and Jen was ready.
Jen climbed into her SUV, noticing the buttery softness of the leather seats against the back of her thighs as she sat. Yes, that will do quite nicely, she thought, glancing over her shoulder to the generous and immaculate bench back seat.
It was a short drive to their public library and Jen made it a point to park in a secluded back lot, surrounded by woods and gardens on three sides. She had arrived early enough to not draw attention to the unusual parking location. She slicked on a wet, peppermint flavored lip gloss, then made her way into the building.
She was pleased to see that she was the first one there and got to work arranging the room's furnishings for the meeting – and conveniently, to position herself near Scott.
