Denna woke up to a humming sound as she rolled over beneath the smooth satin sheets. She opened her lazy eyes to stare at her cell phone, as it danced across the bedside table. Wanting to ignore the phone, Denna shut her eyes and thought of the cab ride home last night.
"I still haven't finished my original impulse." John's words had only been a breath away.
"Buzz, Buzz" Denna reopened her eyes and then reached for her cell phone. Looking at the screen, "Denna, what happened? Text me!" was Jen's anxious message.
Denna tapped the touch screen on her cell phone. "It was ok, Brian's a nice guy. We just didn't click." Denna pushed the send button passing the message along.
"Hmm, wonder if I should tell her about John." Denna stared at her cell phone, thinking. "--Ah yea, Jen you just did me a big favor. I met this really hot guy and um, well I want him so bad, I can feel it in every nerve of my body.--" Denna laughed out loud, placing her phone back on the bedside table.
Denna rolled over again, sitting up at the edge of her bed as the sheet slipped down from her body. Her toes sank down into the soft carpet, as she stood and walked into the bathroom. Looking into the mirror, she followed the trail of creased lines with the tip of her finger that zigzagged across her soft breasts and stomach. Her make-up was slightly smeared as she leaned forward only inches away, wiping the black lines from her eyes.
Through the reflection in the mirror, her black evening dress still hung on its hanger. She turned, grasping it in her hands as she held it against her body, trying to turn back the clock to last night. Denna inhaled deeply, John's scent was still clinging to her dress. She sighed remembering his touch, wishing his hands were still squeezing her flesh.
"Buzz, Buzz"
Denna hung her dress back up on the hook and walked back to the bedside table, picking up her cell.
"Going into work today?" said Jen's message.
"No, playing sick today, I've got errands and food shopping to do. Ha, Ha." Denna sent the message, setting the phone back down on the table as she walked back to the bathroom.
After a long hot bath, Denna dressed quickly. She dried her hair and then slipped into her baggy sweats and t-shirt, as her toes inched into her flip-flops. Grabbing the envelopes off the kitchen table, she then looped the strap of her purse onto her shoulder and closed the door behind her.
"Buzz, Buzz" Denna stared down at her cell phone.
"We're all talking about drinks tonight. Can you go?" Jen's message lit up the screen.
"I can't. I have a date tonight at my favorite restaurant, 7:30pm." Denna sat in the parking lot at the bank, sending Jen the message.
"With Brian?"
"No, you don't know him. I'll explain later." Denna sent the text hoping she wouldn't ask anymore questions.
Jen looked at her cell in disbelief. "I don't know him? You tell me about every guy you've been out with. Hmm, what's going on Denna, what are you up too?" Jen was baffled by the text but, she was going to get to the bottom of it.
Headed home now, it was now six o' clock and Denna could feel her stomach began to growl.
"Dinner just for two, how long will you wait before you kiss me again?" Denna thought while walking in the door, dropping her grocery bags on the kitchen counter.
Denna picked up her cell phone, tapping the touch screen. "Yes, I need a cab to pick me up at 3911 Maple dr." she said, after hearing a voice at the other end. "7 pm... Yes... Thank you." she confirmed, and then hung up the phone.
With the food all put away, Denna stood in front of her closet, studying the colors of her clothes. "Oh John, I want to feel your touch again. Mmm... that velvet tongue of yours, licking at my lips." Denna sighed heavily, pulling the string on her sweats as they dropped to the floor. Crossing her arms, she pulled her t-shirt off, standing nude in the center of her closet.
Denna's ivory skin was untouched by the damaging rays of the sun. No tan lines to be seen, just a soft flow of continuous color which went all the way down to her frost-colored toenails. Her breasts were small but, shapely. She was shaved smooth, no dark brown curls hiding the stem of her excitement. Denna liked to see how and where she was going to be touched, even when it wasn't her own hand.
"Hmm, I need something sexy underneath..." she said to herself, opening the lingerie drawer.
Denna pulled a pair of her black, silk stockings from the drawer. Her oil bathed skin slipped into one stocking and then the other with the laced tops resting snug against her thighs. She looked to her left at the long dresses, pants, skirts and various blouses.
Reaching her arm forward, she pulled a shiny red halter top from its hanger. Sliding it down over her shoulders, she then tied it around her neck. Denna looked down at the plunging neckline, as the closet light shined against the shape of her breasts.
Another quick pull and a black, short skirt came free from its hanger. She turned walking back into the bathroom, admiring the bold red color of her top in the mirror. Looking at the skirt, it dangled from her fingers. Her uncovered soft folds glistened, shining in the soft light of the bathroom.
"Impulse... Hmm..." A clever grin at herself in the mirror, "Without" Her secret began adding to the excitement.
She slid into the skirt. Stretched nicely around her waist, it rested just below her hip bones. The halter top loosely hung down framing in her tight figure. She turned back to the closet, her toes now slipped into the shiny, black-pointed heels, lying in front of the closet door.
Denna stood at the mirror for the last time, looking up at the clock. "Are you wondering if I'm going to show up John? Is your anticipation building as much as mine?" she thought, brushing a piece of lint from her dress. With her purse in her hand, she walked through the front door, walking out to her cab.
Denna arrived at the restaurant, stepping out of the cab onto the curb. She pulled some money from her purse paying the cabby as she walked toward the front door. Standing at the front desk, she waited until the gentleman hung up the phone.
"Table for one?" he asked.
"No." Denna looked at her cell phone, 7:40pm. "I have a guest but, I think he's here already. His name is John." Denna said, getting nervous by the minute.
"Oh yes. He's been expecting you. Right this way." The gentleman walked around the desk, looking back once to make sure Denna was at his heels, following closely behind.
Approaching the table, the gentleman stopped and turned with his hand held out. "Here you are." He smiled, leaving Denna standing motionless at the edge of the table.
John dropped his eyes following the shape of her body. He stopped at the tables edge, not able to see any further as his eyes began to sparkle at the sight of her. His heavy stare rendered her body motionless and unable to speak, as she watched his eyes move back up along her body, almost feeling his touch.
