It was a spur of the moment decision. Indian summer was giving way to fall. Jillian's hair was a mix of summer-bleached hues. She wanted to return it to her own rich brown-auburn shade. On a whim, she'd also bought a second color called "Pumpkin Spice" and graduated the color onto the bottom of her long wavy hair. Looking at the leftover coloring, she decided to match her neatly trimmed "carpet" to the "drapes," giggling at herself.
Jillian felt an excited rush. She'd been feeling that more and more ever since she started seeing Richard. He was hazel-eyed, brown-haired and average height with a little bit extra around the middle like most men heading into their mid-thirties. That wasn't it. She'd dated hunkier men. There was heartiness to his laugh, a resonance to his voice, and that yummy firm linger to his touches. There was no mistaking it. He was all man.
As the brown and pumpkin coloring swirled down the shower drain, Jillian's hands found their way over her own body, trailing warm suds. She dreamt of what it would be like to have Richard's firm, large hands gliding on her naked skin. The soap washed clear from her lower patch, with her own fingers pressing along her folds. Her body undulated at each touch. Her cell phone pinged an alarm, startling her from her dreams.
"Oh no!"
What had been a relaxing, slow pamper session had now changed into a harried dash to get into costume. The party was to have a 1600's setting so her bar wench costume fit. Richard's reaction to her mention of it was more than a "tell" to confirm her choice. Now that she tugged the last pieces into place, she began to wonder. The gauzy blouse dipped far lower than she recalled, and her cleavage threatened to burst out as she stuffed and tugged herself into it. Stuff she did when the doorbell rang earlier than expected.
Jillian yanked open the door to Richard, with rust and yellow leaves wafting behind him. They both gasped and spoke at once.
"You're gorgeous!" "You're prompt and... Mmm!"
Jillian was so busy taking in his broad-shouldered costume with long leather vestment that she was nearly bowled over by Richard pulling her to him. He enfolded and kissed her deeply, wantonly, driving open her lips. Instead of ending the heated greeting kiss, he pressed himself against her, taking advantage of the height similarity afforded by the doorstep. Breathless and flushed as their embrace finally separated, Jillian swore that he wore no codpiece under his tights. She was sure her outfit held even less by way of protection when it came to the gathered sheer cotton of her blouse.
"Your hair..." Richard ran his fingers through it, pulling the stands to the pumpkin tips. "Is this your real color?"
"Some of it." A giggle escaped Jillian's well-kissed lips, fingertips brushing away what was sure to be lipstick smears. "You'll have to wait to find out."
