The interior of the limo was warm with soft gray leather upholstery. A mini bar held the ice bucket with the chilled Champaign. The roses were in a gorgeous cut glass vase in a space provided between the seats opposite of her. Her jeans and sweat shirt, bra and panties, thick socks and clunky boots had now been replaced with the clothing Jeff had provided.
The little black dress fitted her very well - accented her firm, full breasts with enough cleavage to make her a bit self-conscious, fell into a neat drape about four inches below the tops of her thigh-high stockings. That would be fine when she stood, but sitting presented a challenge that she was trying to deal with. Of course, her bare ass and pussy were of special concern to her. She was not an exhibitionist in any way, shape or form....and she knew that Jeff wished she was.
After twenty-five years of marriage, one son and working as a nurse for the last eighteen years, her once firm, thin, young form was now middle-aged, soft and a bit more curvy than she liked. Jeff constantly told her that she was beautiful, but she had a hard time looking in the mirror without remembering that sexy, younger Lisa.
'She's been gone a long time! I really should let her fade away.' But she just shook her head and resigned herself to the baby pooch and the thicker thighs. She still had GREAT legs though - all those years of working on her feet had kept them in shape and shapely. In the heels Jeff had provided, she could agree that she had great looking gams.
Putting the final touches on her make up, and giggling again at the red lipstick - a color she never wore - she was startled by Jonathan's voice through the speaker.
"Lisa? Are you doing alright?"
"Yes, all dressed and ready to go! How long before we get wherever it is we're going? Is Jeff already there? And just where are we going?"
"Jeff will meet you there, in the bar. We have about fifteen minutes before we arrive and I'm not allowed to tell you! So relax and drink your wine."
"Well. Fine. Be that way!" Lisa laughed, "You can put down the window if you'd like."
"No, you're to be surprised when you arrive so no peeking!"
Lisa realized then that she really couldn't see out and knew that no one could see in either. She felt a slight shiver of fear. She was in a car, with a man she didn't know, going to an unknown destination. But she had her cell phone and her mace. And she was sure that it was Jeff's handwriting. Wait! Her cell phone! She mentally slapped her hand to her forehead and took it out. Four bars. She speed dialed Jeff's phone.
Voice mail. Didn't even ring. So either he's on the phone or it's off. She left a quick message for him to call her back and hung up.