It was bright and early the following Saturday morning when Francine walked cheerfully into the kitchen to the sight of two teens and an alien, all with heads down in their cereal bowls. It had been a week since she and Stan had their "Couples Neuro Relaxation Therapy" session with Roger in his guise as Dr. Penguin.
Stan had been preoccupied with work as usual all week. While this made Francine feel neglected, as usual, at the same time she had begun to feel an increased sense of self awareness and pleasure. She had begun to feel more beautiful, more desirable to others. That was proven on her foray into the bookstore the previous Saturday.
She found herself taking more care with her makeup and attire in the past week, thrilled at the thought of men and women admiring her appearance and being attracted to her. She was becoming very comfortable, almost as if she was knocking down the barriers of her sexual inhibitions.
It seemed as if her inhibitions lowered that much more during the intense activity the past week. She found herself looking back at the threesome she had participated in with the bookstore owners not as an assault against her as much as her showing off her sexual talents. She felt that she had looked incredibly beautiful and sexy in the photos from that afternoon, and had looked at the photos with delight dozens of times in the past few days.
"Good Morning guys!" She called out radiantly, being met with silence from the room. "Big day for me today," she continued "I'm going to go antiquing at the flea malls in Pennsylvania, just past the Virginia state line. Who wants to come along? I could really use the company on that long drive since Stan is away on assignment until tomorrow." Francine already knew the answer.
"Okay..." she said to the deafening silence of Captain Crunch being chewed. "Don't say I didn't offer to show you a great time!" She replied perkily as she grabbed her keys and turned for the door.
"Oh, hey Francine?" The hot blonde mom turned to face the direction of Roger the Alien's voice.
"Yes Roger?" she asked.
"Could you be a sweetheart and pick me up some Legerdemain at the grocery on your way back?"
Francine's face went blank as she repeated the word, beads of sweat appearing on her forehead. "Legerdemain; sure, Legerdemain." She turned for the door and departed the house with a big grin subconsciously forming on her face.
Two hours later Francine exited interstate 81, taking exit number 3 just over the Pennsylvania state line. She pulled up to a nondescript block building, the heat unbearable as she exited her SUV. With the temperature in the high nineties the parking lot had reached the surreal state of being somewhat solid, while at the same time pliable.
Francine had parked at the far end of the parking lot in the back, as far from the store entrance and the road as possible. The long walk allowed her skin to begin displacing the heat by forming a thin cooling layer of perspiration on her neck arms and chest.
"Dammit. I spent so much time on my makeup. I hope I make it inside without it running." She mumbled softly before reaching the entrance.
The building was silent as she entered. "Ahhhhh!" she sighed with enough volume to be heard from several feet away. Francine could instantly feel the coolness of the air-conditioning on her skin. Her top rapidly began to cling to her perspiring skin, molding the cotton material to her body.
It wasn't often an unaccompanied woman, especially one as beautiful as Francine Smith had entered this store. A few men and a couple looked at the boxes of videos for sale and rent, another couple was checking out items on big display shelves. Two men were perusing magazines. Francine was excited but nervous. This was a new step for her. She was a woman alone; alone in an adult bookstore; and dressed in a most provocative manner.
True, she was very far from home, so probably no one would know her. Still, Francine wondered if she could really go through with her plan. Her visit to the Happy Time Book, News and Lingerie Store had been the single most exciting event of her life. Feelings had been opened up that she had repressed for over twenty years. But going back there again was probably out of the question since Jerome and Jackson had paid her to stay away.
Francine had come to realize she had been exhilarated by so many aspects of her previous bookstore visit. The attention the men showed her had been both thrilling and electrifying. She felt she looked gorgeous and stunning in the hard core photos they had taken of her sucking cock with wild abandon, being teasingly stripped of her clothes, and fucking with a complete lack of inhibition. She knew from the moment she saw the first photos that she immensely enjoyed posing in sensually and sexually charged ways for the camera, and that she got off on teasing and showing her body.
"Hello, Miss," said the young man at the counter in a deep voice, waking her from her moment of self-revelation.
With the clerks greeting, several of the men turned to look. What they saw was almost beyond belief. Here was a woman of extraordinary beauty, buxom with blonde hair, a voluptuous bubble butt, firm legs, and the face of a goddess.
Francine had made a quick pit stop at the highway rest area just over the state line, changing her clothes and reapplying her makeup. Long gone were her sensible shoes and pink, knee length dress. While still wearing her trademark pendent necklace and white bracelet, she was now dressed in four inch high white heels. Beneath her provocative, white mid-thigh length skirt she wore nothing.
On top, she wore a bright pink tube top, emblazoned with a large white star. The clothing and shoes she wore were gifts from the owners of the Happy Time Book, News and Lingerie Store, part of several bags of clothes and exotic high heels they gifted her for never returning.
With no bra beneath, her firm breasts jutted and bounced magnificently in the thin, skin tight material. Her nipples were already hard, just from the anticipation of what might happen today. They pushed outward and were distinctly visible.
Then there was her face, at once angelic and sultry. Her puffy, pouting lips were a bright shade of pink matching her top. Her husband Stan had once told her that this bright pink lipstick made her look slutty. She had never forgotten.
Her eye lids were painted lavender, accenting her shimmering eyes as they gleamed, seemingly glowing with fire. If the eyes are truly the gateway to the soul, then Francine's revealed a soul full of lust.
Her eyes swept across the room, taking in the overall view, stopping momentarily to linger on each man. Most had paused their perverted browsing to stare at what they could only believe was an apparition. There were women who made a living as models or as porn stars who could not hold a candle to the voluptuous creature they saw before them now. Yet here she was. Real, alive, thrilling to look at; and thrilled to be looked at.
