"I'll still be dressed, just in case."
"If need be, we can start all over."
"That would be nice, too."
He snorted with a grin and was gone again.
She chuckled contentedly and returned to the dining room and started clearing the table. After she had cleared it, in the kitchen, she chuckled again and took off her clothes, smiling to herself, and then began to put things away; enjoying how the cool air from the refrigerator made her nipples tighten; and then put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, aware of the movement of her breasts when she leaned down, looking at them, twitching her shoulders and appreciating how they moved - that they were full enough to move a little, but firm enough that they didn't as soon as she held still. She tried it again with a pleased chuckle. She did that again the next time she leaned down over dishwasher, trying to shake her shoulders more, and then looked past her breasts, wondering if she could see anything but hair - not really, even when she dug her fingers in above her pelvis and tried to pull the skin and hair up a bit.
She just snorted as she stood up again and closed the dishwasher and went about wiping up.
Finished in the kitchen, she got the newspaper, and then thought to find a clock to know when he would be back, taking the alarm clock from the bedroom and setting it for eleven twenty-five, chuckling again as she recalled telling him about having to get up at five before twelve in college - his college, not hers. Then she remembered to flush the guest toilet. Finally ready for sunbathing, she realized that he had put the pool towels somewhere else, and went to find them, discovering a laundry room - and the towels. She was about to take them both, but then only took one, not wanting to tempt fate with too much anticipation. Then she really had everything together.
But then her curiosity got the best of her. He had promised not to check on his daughters - the other one - but she could. Barbara had a bit of a guilty conscious as she went up the stairs, then tried to justify her curiosity with the thought that maybe if she knew, she could fend off his curiosity, not really believing herself. A glance at the school books in the room in which she had found the rubbers confirmed that it was Annette's, the older girl's. She had changed in the other room, her bag was still there. She had a better idea of what she was looking for, and mentally congratulated Annette for the idea to hide tampons in a pencil case - wishing she had dared to start using them as soon as she could have. Anne, Annette, what was the other daughter's name? His mother's? She should remember it, having met her.
She started searching, looking for another sports bag. She found one, but nothing in it, also nothing in any other bags. She felt sure that she wouldn't find anything in drawers, but looked anyway, finding what she expected. When she opened the drawer with underwear, she couldn't resist checking the size of the bras, a little chagrined to see it was larger than hers. She tried it on - yes, definitely, not just a different brand's more flattering size. She put it back and then leaned down and looked at her breasts again for reassurance, snorting to herself. Then she found a drawer full of old mementos: a mini teddy bear, old Valentine's day cards, birthday cards, bows and ribbons, a school pennant, and so on, and a silly paper hat and a New Year's eve popper.
When she picked it up, she knew it wasn't empty, and tampons immediately slid out through the crêpe paper at the end of the tube. She snickered at her success and shook the tube. A rubber slid out, and then three more when she tilted the tube down and shook it again. Apparently they had been caught by the ridge of crêpe paper around the mouth of the tube.
"Oh!" she said out loud without snickering at her discovery. As she picked them back up, she noticed that they were a different brand and snorted. Putting them and the tampons back in the popper, she wondered to herself:
So the girls didn't share their supply, but four? They came in packets of three, like she had found in Annette's room, like those she had back in the apartment. Two used?! Well, she probably would have looked at one the first time she had them, maybe given her sister one to play with? The younger sister having them first? The one with bigger breasts than her own?
Barbara snorted again, recalling that she had starting petting and more before her year-older sister had. As she squeezed the crêpe paper back together, it occurred to her that neither girl's hiding place for tampons was big enough for the number of tampons in the usual carton. She carefully replaced the popper and closed the drawer.
As she was returning down the stairs, the thought suddenly came to her that if the girls used tampons and had to hide them, they had a problem during their trip with their mother; and then, that if they had rubbers, they would have taken them along; that the ones she had found were a reserve, more than they could imagine they could need. She snickered at her logic, recalling her own supply of six, smiling with a snort at the thought that they now seemed inadequate. But she dismissed the thought and suppressed her smile for fear that she was anticipating too much.
Downstairs again, she picked up her towel and the paper and alarm clock. When she saw that it was already past nine-thirty, she wished him luck in church, snorting when she recognized that her wish wasn't selfless.
She went out on the patio and spread her towel and sat down, lay down, closing her eyes and enjoying the warmth of the sunlight with the nice, slightly wicked knowledge that she was naked, which made it feel even warmer. She felt her nipples popped up and thought: warm eyes, and enjoyed the recollection of how that had become a leitmotif between them. Then it occurred to her that he could also make her assumption about the girls' supply of rubbers - more reason to avoid that subject. But that sort of justified her having found the popper, since the thought about the rubbers wouldn't otherwise have come to her. She smiled to herself. After a minute or two, she drew her knees up and let them flop open, feeling a little wicked about exposing herself that way, but the sun felt good. Wondering if she would get a sunburn, she dozed off.
When she awakened, she got up and checked the time, relieved to see that she had only been lying there like that for a several minutes. She went for a swim, remembering not to dive in the pool, and then lay back down again, this time on her stomach, thinking: I'm going to have a sunburned fanny, but liking the idea, sort of as proof or punishment for what she was doing, not wondering too long about what that meant: proof or punishment for what, the same thing? Proof that I'm enjoying something very - too - pleasurable; punishment that it is definitely too pleasurable, from a Puritan point of view, from anyone else's point of view? She didn't care and dozed off again.
The sound of the front door closing awoke her. She tried to see the alarm clock, but hadn't bothered to place it so that she could see its dial.
Had it gone off?
Hadn't it?
Wasn't it yet time for it to?
Who had come in and almost slammed the door?!
Her clothes were still in the kitchen!
At least, she had managed to sit up and could cover herself with the towel, but it didn't matter that she was naked, just being there was bad enough. As she was about to decide to try to hide, she heard him call:
"I came home early," and then he appeared without his jacket, taking off his tie:
"For two reasons: one to surprise you, ... Oh, sorry!" he apologized when he saw her flustered look and that she was holding up one end of the towel she was still sitting on.
"Sorry," he repeated but then grinned and added:
"But I wanted to see you like that, ... well, not so flustered, sunbathing."
She giggled in her relief and let the towel drop and grinned, replying:
"Look! Warm eyes."
"I am."
"And 'two'?"
"A couple invited me for dinner this evening; you were right about tapering off. So I excused myself, saying that I had to get some work done this afternoon if I spent the evening with them. Didn't want hang around and have someone ask what I was doing this afternoon.
"Um-hmm, but they will this evening."
"Oh, I always have something that should be done.
"And the sermon?"
He was taking of his shirt and hung it on the handle of one of the sliding doors before he replied:
"Oh, it was fine, ... well, everyone at coffee said so. I hardly heard it after I heard the Bible verse and knew it wouldn't be a problem."
He stripped off his undershirt and sat down on his chair and continued as he started to take of his shoes:
"I was thinking about you and the girls ... not the same way, of course. I was thinking ... about them: if they - if one - had rubbers, why didn't she take them with her?
"Hmm! That occurred to me, too. Maybe she did, ... so many that she didn't think she needed those. Our good luck!"
"I didn't want to think that, but it occurred to me.
"Or maybe she assumed that she couldn't need any, travelling with her mother and sister."
"I like that better, ... not much better."
He stood up and took off his trousers. She looked at him in his boxer shorts and snickered and replied:
"Well, she's - they've - got them now, if your wife didn't chicken out."
"I doubt it. Remember, she was lucky once, older, but ..."
"So they have them."
"Let me hang up my clothes. You found a towel."
"Yeah, where you put them, but I didn't want to anticipate too much by bringing one for you."
