"I know you've heard it before, but then it wasn't enough.." Adrianne's alarm waves the soft sound of the band Silversun Pickups through the speakers on her night stand. A dream, now fuzzy in her memory, skin on skin, heavy breathing, hair brushed from her cheek, a stirring between her legs, still played in her mind. She rubbed her soft legs together, freshly shaven the night before. Her husband stirred next to her, then threw the covers off of himself, and in turn half of her as well. She hated when he did that; he couldn't be considerate enough to allow her to wake up on her own time. Pulling her aching body to a sitting position, she dressed, and then padded down the hall to wake up her two sons. Both were now in high school and didn't need her for much aside from money, food, and wake up calls.
Her heart ached remembering the days when they would crawl into her lap for a story, a sippy cup of juice in their chubby little hands, and warm cheeks on her arms. Even then her husband of 20 years was disconnected from her, but she had something that she connected with, and didn't notice his absence as strongly as she did now. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, she wasn't disappointed by what she saw looking back at her. She was still attractive, even after all these years of marriage and two children. Her hips and stomach were a little softer than they had been in her teen years. But her breasts were larger and full as was her ass. Her long, dark brown hair, which fell below her shoulder blades, still glistened in the sun, and her green eyes, her favorite part of herself, still shined. Dressed in her black yoga capris and a form fitting white v-neck t shirt that allowed some cleavage to escape the top, finished with a pair of tennis shoes made her look like a mix of "soccer mom" and sexy as hell.
She tried to talk herself out of placing the tiny pill in her hand on her tongue. She had tried for weeks to go without taking one. On the days she did succeed, a wave of sadness spread through her like a cancer. While her bathroom drawer was full of prescription pills, she had vowed to stop using them as a crutch, but in the end, the pill won over. Recalling the high was all it took, an almost reckless feeling mixed with happiness she couldn't get from anything else. The acidic taste spread over the back of her tongue as she took a few swallows of water to get it down. She looked at the clock; thirty minutes from now it will have kicked in and last about 4 to 5 hours.
"Click click" the sound of her Cadillac Escalade unlocking echoed through her garage. She just purchased it four months prior. That afternoon, she spent a few hours thinking about how she put herself on the back burner for so long, making sure everyone else always had everything they wanted.
Feeling particularly sorry for herself, she drove by the dealership and saw this pearl white Escalade. She had seen it before and dreamed about buying it and her bank account had more than enough money to allow the purchase. When she pulled into the driveway of her large newly built home, her husband was less than pleased. How could she possibly make a purchase without consulting him? After all, she had never made any decision without his opinion outside of taking a piss in her whole married life. Eventually he got over it, mainly because he liked the way the expensive purchase looked in the driveway, and enjoyed the neighbor's comments on how nice it was for him to buy his wife the Escalade. The wives of his buddies were jealous and he looked like a prized catch.
"Can I do the Spicy Chai, hot, almond milk, please?" she smiled at the eccentric looking barista behind the counter of her favorite coffee place. Adrianne had always been fascinated with this woman. Her hair color changed monthly, but currently it was a platinum blonde with pink tips, and hung around her petite shoulders in dreadlocks. Her body was speckled with tattoos, and had a septum piercing, which Adrianne had thought was the dumbest piercing a girl could get on her face until seeing this woman wear it. She made the whole bit look exotic and sexy.
"Sure Addy," she smiled back, "On your account?"
"Please."
Sipping the warm drink, she made her way through the parking lot of the mall. Her sons and husband were planning a camping trip with a group of dads and sons on the football team. She had a list of things her husband needed her to grab at the sporting goods store.
As usual, she stopped to look through the active wear for women. While she owned most of the yoga pants in the store, she couldn't help but look through to see if they had anything new. Someone caught her attention out of the corner of her eye as she was looking through tops. A soft giggle slipped through full lips of a beautiful woman. Her right arm sleeved with a mixture of tattoos. Soft light brown curls fell over her bare shoulders as she spoke into her phone. She looked very casual in a tank top and jean shorts that were cuffed just above the knee. Standing next to her was a man, her husband Adrianne assumed by the way he seemed to be waiting on her. He had dark brown hair, a sexy mess on his head, and scruffy facial hair. The sleeves of his grey button up shirt were rolled up enough for her to see tattoos on his arms as well, and he filled out the pair of jeans he wore nicely. His blue eyes pierced hers and she instantly flushed realizing he was staring at her. Or had she been staring at him? He smirked at her, and the blood rushed to her cheeks and her chest. His wife ended her call and snapped in his face, saying something to him Adrianne couldn't make out, but whatever it was, it was clear she wasn't pleased with him. The woman turned and glared and Adrianne, then put her left hand forcefully in his. He put his head down and they walked out of the the store into the parking lot.
Adrianne picked out the things she needed from the sporting goods store and made her way to Victoria's Secret. She needed a few more pair of panties. Jessica, the saleswoman at the front entrance, knew Adrianne well.
"Good morning, Mrs. Caden, can I get a dressing room started for you?" Jessica chirped, her tiny little body bouncing with excitement. She wore black slacks with a crease down the legs, black heels, and a tight black corset with red trim. The suit looked too sophisticated for her silly 'school girl' type personality. But either way, she looked hot!
"Thanks Jessica, I need new panties." she smiled at the little blonde, who moved into action, bringing Adrianne a few of the newest options. A few boy short panties, thongs, and a blue lacy pair with little bows. She closed the door to the dressing room and pulled her pants and panties off and the new ones on. She turned from side to side, and then turned her ass to the mirror admiring it in each pair. Her mind wandered to the man in the sporting goods store. She didn't know what it was about him, but the thought alone made her insides clench. She hadn't had a reaction to a guy like that since high school. The mixture of the silk of the last pair of panties on her skin and the clenching deep inside her made her unable to help herself.
She slipped the panties off to keep from getting them messy and pushed two fingers deep inside her pussy, thumbing her clit lightly while leaning back against the mirror. She imagined the man meeting her in the hallway of the mall, pushing her against the wall and kissing her on the mouth. Her legs began to shake as she felt a quick orgasm build inside her, and she held her other hand over her mouth to keep from crying out.
"Mrs. Caden, is everything working out OK for you or do you need some different options?" Jessica called from outside the dressing room door. Adrianne took a deep breath to steady her voice.
"I think these will all be perfect, Jess, thank you!" she called, her voice still shaking a little.
"Perfect!" the bubbly blonde called through the door.
