You never know who you're going to catch up with when you put one of those social group pages up on the internet. Melissa, my younger daughter, made me do it. It was the only way, she insisted, that anyone would ever find me. I did it mostly to humor her.
Tom showed up on my page a few months after I'd put it up. We'd gone to grade school together. He was my first date in high school. Nothing much had ever come from the few dates we went on – just a few chaste kisses at the door and one time he'd let his hand slip down and hold my bottom. If he'd known what I did in bed with myself after our dates he might have tried to do more. I'm sure I would have let him. But, well, nothing ever came of it. He was just too polite, or shy, and so was I.
It was nice to know that he had done pretty well in life, but sad to know that his wife had died in a car accident about the same time Jack left me. Both of us had left our home town and settled down in other cities. We'd post little comments about life on each other's pages now and then. Nothing much, just old friends being nice to each other.
About a year after we'd been posting and sending the occasional note to each other, I got the opportunity to go to a training session in Tom's town. My boss approved the travel, providing I'd get one of those cheap, stay over Saturday night air fares. That didn't bother me too much as I'd always wanted to see the city where the training was, and since the training ended on a Saturday morning it wasn't too much trouble to stay the extra day. I made the arrangements to go.
About a week before I was scheduled to leave I made a decision. Since Jack had left me I hadn't dated, and the only sex I'd had was between me and my vibrators. It hadn't felt right to really date much with the girls growing up and everything, but it was five years now, and Chris graduated from college last year and Melissa was in her junior year. They were both more than old enough to deal with me deciding to start dating again.
But my decision wasn't about dating. It was about sex – about going to another town, seducing a man, having passionate, animalistic sex, and then leaving and never looking back. I don't know where the idea came from, or why I would ever think about doing such a thing. Up until then I was pretty boring, and pretty conservative, or at least shy, when it came to sex. For me things hadn't changed much since high school. Jack wasn't my first, but there hadn't been many, and I'd been faithful to him during our marriage. And it had been five years since I'd been with him, or any man, for that matter.
The idea scared the hell out of me. I had to do it.
I was going to go to the training, get in touch with Tom, and seduce him. If it worked, great. If it didn't, well, I could always do what I did after the dates he and I had gone on in high school and what I'd been doing when I got horny for the last five years. A few nights later I sent Tom a note, and we arranged to meet Friday night. I also made sure he had Saturday free, although we didn't commit to anything.
The night before I left I was packing and Melissa was sitting in my room talking with me about what she would do while I was gone She didn't pay much attention as I packed my underwear, even though I was making an effort to pack matching sets and did pull out a set of underwear I had bought especially for this trip – a low-cut red bra, matching tiny thong (it wasn't the first thong I'd ever owned but I'd have to shave off most of my pubic hair if it wasn't going to look absurd since it barely covered my vulva), and a garter belt that completed the set. She didn't even notice the red stockings and the red pumps with four inch heels I'd thrown in as well.
She did notice the red wrap dress. I'd bought it especially for the trip. It was modest – at least it came down my knees and didn't show a lot of cleavage (not that I have a lot to show), but it was silk and it was bright red.
"Mom!" she exclaimed. "Where did you get that? And since when do you wear red cocktail dresses?"
"Since before you were born, and at Belinda's, where do you think?" I replied, a lot more casually then I felt.
"But Mom, why are you taking it to the training?"
"Because sometimes folks go out afterwards, and I want to have something nice with me in case that happens." My voice was shaking a little.
"Oh." Melissa accepted my answer, but I knew she wasn't totally convinced.
Things at the conference went pretty well, but all I could think about most of the time was Tom. I'd never been as horny as this that I can remember. But it seemed whenever we got a break, or when I was alone, or even when my thoughts wandered a bit, it was to Tom and how I was going to seduce him and how his body would look and what I would do with him. And I kept getting wet...I had to wear a panty liner I was lubricating so much and so often.
I was scared to death about the whole thing, but I kept getting ridiculously excited.
On the Wednesday and Thursday night of the conference I masturbated the minute I got back into my room after dinner. In real life I might masturbate once a week or so and some weeks I don't even think about it. Those two nights, well, I was pawing at myself the minute I got into the room, thinking about what I would do with Tom. I'd brought my favorite vibrator with me and it got a good workout – in both my vagina and my ass (that's my little perversion – I'd only had a man in my ass a few times, but I love anal sex.) On Thursday night I even got in the tub, put my legs up on the wall and let the water from the faucet run down on top of me until I came...twice. And then went at it on the bed with my vibrator until I came twice more.
Part of it scared me to death. I'd never been so horny an out of control about sex. And I was scared about even seeing Tom – one part thinking it would be just like in high school and I wouldn't have the courage to let anything go beyond a nice, chaste kiss, if even that, and the other part worried that I'd rape him in the lobby.
The training class ended Friday about 4:30, and Tom was coming at 7:00. We had one more class Saturday morning, so both of us knew it wasn't going to be a late night. We'd agreed to have dinner in the hotel. I'd wanted to touch myself all day, but I resisted. I was in a training class, for God's sake. What would these people think of me if someone caught me rubbing myself in the ladies room?
I went back to my room to get ready. First I called Melissa, so she wouldn't call me right in the middle of anything. Then I showered and washed my hair and shaved. I'd shaved my pubic hair off the weekend before so I wouldn't look ridiculous in my new thong, and I touched myself up down there. I've only shaved my pubic hair once before in my life, and that was early in my marriage when Jack and I were being adventurous and spent a weekend in a nudist resort. When we got there we saw that most of the folks were shaved, so the first night we were there we'd shaved each other. Since then all I'd ever really done is trim it so it wouldn't show around my bathing suit.
After I'd finished I rubbed some special woman's after shaving lotion in down there, and it was all I could do to stop myself from sticking the fingers of one hand deep up inside me and rubbing my clit with the other hand. I was still scared about the idea of seducing Tom, but my clitoris and everything else down there was not thinking the same why my brain was. I shuddered and almost called the front desk to have them intercept Tom and tell him I was sick and couldn't come down. I resisted, but I was shaking.
I dressed, trying to keep my hands off myself. The thong, the garter belt and the hose, and the low-cut, push up bra. I wrapped the dress around me and tied the sash. It was a bit much, but it did make me feel sexy.
When Tom called from the lobby I was ready. I looked at myself in the mirror and realized my new bra pushed me up more than I had thought it would, but even though you could definitely see my cleavage it wasn't too much for polite company. Except for my nipples – they were poking through the thin fabric of my bra and dress. Oh well, there wasn't much I could do about that now. I slipped into my new, four-inch red heels – which were definitely intended to send a message – put my room card, a lipstick and a few other things in the little red clutch I'd bought to round out my outfit and went downstairs.
"Wow!" Tom exclaimed when he saw me. "You look incredible." I admired the fact that, after glancing up and down at me once, he kept his eyes on mine.
I blushed. "Thank you." The fact is that I've got what most folks would call an unremarkable figure. I mean, no-one turns and looks at me when I walk through the mall or anything. I'm not bad, but at 5'7", 130 pounds and with a 32c bust I just don't stand out that much. Still, in that red dress with my boobs pushed up by the bra and the rest of my sexy underwear I did feel kind of special that night, and Tom noticing made me feel good about myself.
He looked really good. He was wearing a nice grey suit with a crisp white shirt and a red tie. His shoes were shined and glossy. I shivered a little...there's something about the way he looks that just gets to me. Tom's got a little paunch, but at 45 he was every bit as sexy to me as he was in high school.
If I were going to seduce him I needed to start now. I took a deep breath and gave him a little kiss on the lips and hug. "You look great, too," I told him. "It's so good to see you after all this time."
