Ayva looked at the house, it wasn't too messy. She watered the Poinsettia and looked at it, frowning. The damn thing just wouldn't die. Christmas was long past and it looked so out of place on the table. She shrugged and put two red candles next to it.
There were some dishes in the sink, just some silverware, and the mortar and pestle that she had used to make Dick that special recipe of garlic dill salad dressing. She had been learning lately, it was the little things that kept the Dick happy. A clean house, food ready to serve, a worshipful submissive approach.
Ayva went into her bedroom. She and Dick had had separate rooms for almost ten years. She looked at the expensive double bed piled high with her carefully folded clean clothes. She had not slept in it even a single time. He had his room but she better damn well be in it when he wanted her there, and he wanted her there all the time. Dick could not sleep if he did not hear the sound of her snoring.
Dropping the bag from Target she got out the pink baby doll nighties she had bought. Valentines day was always a good time to stock up on cheap disposable lingerie. Dick could be a bit rough on lingerie, it hurt less when he would snap the spaghetti strap of a $12.00 slutty piece of crap then if it was something expensive. She pulled on the XL little pink number, damn thing fit every place except where but they had sewn the bra cups too close together. Her heavy tits kept trying to climb out. Oh well, it was so short that Dick would be looking lower than higher and she did not expect to have to wear it long enough to get uncomfortable.
She opened up the thigh high nylons. She had been wanting to try these out for a while. They had a kind of a nonslip sticky band around the top, and they were freaking awesome looking. Ayva especially liked how the nonstick, lacy tops rubbed against her shaved pussy lips when she walked. It felt nice, really nice. Ayva decided she did not want any panties interfering with that nice feeling.
She pulled on a light kicky little skirt and a black bra and blouse. It was Friday and if work had not been too bad and the freeway had no wrecks, she would be able to talk Dick into going out for dinner. She would pay with her mad money for the month. Waiting for him to come home without panties was exciting. She had gone without panties around him dozens of times but this would be the first time she would go out this way.
Dick got home almost early for a change. Cool, the traffic was not bad on the freeway. He had a nice smile on his face. OK, he wasn't pissed about work. "I want to go out for Mexican food tonight, if you are in the mood."
Dick looked at her and said, "OK. Hey, why don't we be adventurous and walk there."
Ayva felt her heart sink, it was 35 degrees and raining. The restaurant was at least three miles away. "Honey, I put on dress. I want to look nice. Its so cold. We could go for a walk after we eat if you want. Please?"
Dick looked at her. His eyes measuring, his lips pursed in that thoughtful way he was using a lot lately. He knew if he insisted, Ayva would not refuse. She had laid that all on the table when she had asked him to act more masterfully, to dominate her. Lately he was very used to her giving in to anything he wanted.
Ayva sighed, "If you want to walk, I can change into a pair of pants and hiking boots." Her lips turned down.
"Never mind, maybe we will go for walk downtown after we eat."
Ayva sighed in relief and got up and gave him a hug. He had been a hell of a lot easier to get along with lately. His hand stroked her ass and stopped. Dick pulled back his head and gave her a look, his eyebrows raised up. He reached around front and stoked his fingers across her pussy through the thing fabric of the skirt. "You ain't got no panties on."
Ayva giggled and wiggled in his arms. "I told you I would have gotten cold if we walked there."
As they were putting on their coats to go out, Dick asked, "Aren't you going to put panties on?"
"I will if you want me to."
"No, thats OK." He seemed to not to care one way or the other. Ayva was not sure if he was turned on or irritated with her initiative. Sometimes he would react pretty negatively if she tried to control too much. He did not make any reference to her pantilessness all through the dinner. For the first time in years Ayva ordered a second margarita.
When Ayva was paying for dinner, for the first time she felt him run his finger across her ass. The fabric of her skirt was opaque but silky thin. A nervous thrill crept up Ayva's back.
Outside the restaurant, Dick forcefully took her arm. "Lets take that walk now." Steering her down the brightly lit sidewalk away from their car. The air was cold as hell but the rain had stopped. Ayva leaned against him and concentrated on her feet. She had not had that much to drink in years. About a block down Dick stopped and pulled her to face him, wrapping his arms around her, leaning down to kiss her. God he was always such a good kisser. Ayva closed her eyes and leaned in, surrendering herself to his mouth.
Suddenly she felt him lift the hem of her skirt baring her ass to the street and the bar across the way. Ayva screeched and whirled, pushing her skirt down as he laughed delightedly.
"I really don't like exhibitionism. I had no idea you did."
