Chapter Nine – Flashes of Brilliance
I didn't need the alarm. I had awakened 20 minutes before it was to go off. It was Friday, finally. The week had taken forever to complete, and here I was like a grade school girl on Christmas morning waking up long before I had to. Usually, I set my alarm to allow me several snooze times before I actually drag myself out from under the covers, but not this morning. My body was tingling with anticipation. Tonight was the orchestra party at the Gilson Mansion. The Gilson's were a pleasant old couple who supported the arts in town and were giving the end of year gathering party for the "members" of the community orchestra. We had joined a few years back and actually liked the music, whereas the socials were always a bit click-ish and frankly boring.
We tried bowing out of a few of the socials with planned excuses, but the grand old gang had put enough friendly pressure on us to make us start attending once again. Tonight was the only orchestra social I had ever looked forward to and it had nothing to do with the social per-se. I stayed in bed until the alarm did finally go off, all the while dreaming of what I would do to poor old Jon that evening.
"Jess, how long till you are ready?" Jon asked from the kitchen.
"Oh, give me 10 more minutes." I shouted back. I had completed my shower, freshly shaving my legs, pits and pussy and had just finished putting on my makeup. I had purposefully run a bit late, as I did not want Jon in the bedroom with me as I dressed for the evening. I chose a tight fitting stretch white top that form fitted my figure aggressively and a silk black skirt. Over the top, I wore a jacket that buttoned twice in front creating a classic V-cut.. I wore pearls to accent the top with a white on white kind of look. I wore black hose, but not panty hose. I actually bought a black garter belt that had the old time hooks that held up hose that ended at the top of the thigh. It was frilly and sexy if I say so myself. I wore nothing else, no bra and no panties. Without the dinner jacket on, the top was so tight on my chest that it pressed my boobs rounder and flatter, and you could easily see the full color of my areolas through the material and their shape if there was any stiffness to them what so ever.
"Alright Jon, I'm ready to go." I said as I exited the bedroom and headed for the car.
"Jess, you look wonderful! I must say with your change of heart lately, I was a bit surprised to see such a conservative outfit."
"You thought I would dress like a hooker?' I said with a faked shock look on my face.
"No, no, not that, I just half expected you to be in something more colorful and less classic in its lines is all. Although, I would gladly take the hooker look and skip the party."
"Men...you give them a little sex and they go off the deep end! Cool your jets honey and we will find time for some fun tomorrow maybe." I let fly with a bit of apathy in my voice. I wanted Jon to be shocked. I did not want him to suspect anything.
The orchestra performance was good. Jon only fell asleep once during one of the longer pieces. I spent my time half listening and half fantasizing until I was becoming uncomfortably aroused. We reached the car soon after the concert was over and got in to head over to the Gilson mansion.
"Not a bad-ending concert for the season huh?" Jon ventured.
"I liked it. Especially the long movement with the bassoon playing the bass line." I returned.
"There was no bassoon tonight dear." Jon said with a bit of superiority in his voice.
"Well, then I guess it must have been your snoring that laid down such a melodious bass to the song!" I dropped with a sarcastic smile.
"Ewwww, Score! One point for the gorgeous brunette with the long legs." Jon said as he laid his hand on my thigh giving it a light squeeze and retreating his hand to the steering wheel. "OK, help me find this place."
"Its easy, just turn right at the light, go to the end of the road, make a left and soon it will be on your left. You won't be able to miss the place. It is huge."
We arrived within a few minutes and headed into the house hand in hand. Jon, I am sure thinking he was in for a dud of an evening and me knowing it would be anything but boring.
"Jess and Jon, so glad you could make it." Patty Gilson said with an air of royalty as she greeted us at the door.
"Patty, we would not miss your party for all the tea in China." Jon said as we slid past our hostess for the evening. The house was stunning as we left the foyer and headed into the living room.
"How about for a blowjob?" I inquired in a sultry whispered voice as we got out of her earshot. Jon stopped dead in his tracks and smiled at me, turned us around in a dancing pirouette and started back for the front door.
"We're out of here!" Jon whispered back as he headed us back out the way we came in.
I stopped him and said. "Just kidding! I just wanted to know the price of tea in China. I guess it is far less valuable than a good sucking, huh?"
"Jess, there is nothing as valuable in mind than having you do to me what you did the other night for dessert. I find myself thinking about it during odd times of the day and all I want to do is find you and ask for a repeat!" Jon said shying away at his last words.
"Oh Jon, don't worry your little head off about that. It will not be a one time event in our marriage, I promise." I said, knowing that if I continued to feel like I was feeling, I might just suck the poor thing off in the next few months.
The evening progressed as expected. The Boneuts showed up and had a little more to drink than they should have. You could tell by the way Roger was flirting with the ladies and the way his wife Helen got more theatrical in all her stories. The Johnson's told dry tales of their travels to foreign countries and everyone was trying to show both an air of good pedigree as they mixed in snippets of veiled vulgar humor.
As the evening progressed, I began to half listen to people and started to think about exposing myself to Jon. It made me go wet immediately. The more I thought about it, the hotter I became, but I just could not find the right moment to do it. So, I did what every woman does when she is a bit unsure of herself...I went to the bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, I could see I was a bit flushed so I unbuttoned my jacket to see how obvious it would be if I let Jon have a peak inadvertently. I could plainly see my nipples straining against the blouse in the bright lights, but I did not think you could see them like I wanted Jon to see them. They needed some help. I placed a little water on the fabric and the nipples showed a bit more, but that was not what I wanted. I pinched and tugged on them and they really jumped, but it still was not the effect I was looking for.
I opened the top drawer of the sink cabinet and there lying on top was a pair of small scissors. I grabbed the tight stretchy material over my left nipple, pulled it away from my chest and cut a small hole in it. When I let it snap back into place, my nipple was squeezed out through the hole. I cut it a bit bigger to allow my entire areola to be pushed out. I did the same thing to my right breast. It looked funny to see my nipples straining out past the holes in the fabric and it felt like some one was lightly pinching them. They were standing out like they were being squeezed out of a tube. This was perfect.
No doubt about it, if Jon looked down my gapping jacket, he would see my nipples jutting out. I put the jacket back on and felt the silk lining rub over my very sensitive endpoints. Between the soft rub of the silk fabric and knowing I was about to show them off, it was very erotic. I could not help but lift the front of my dress to reveal my smoothly shaved and gently oiled pussy to myself. I still can't help but stare at its beauty. I touched my clit to see if a small touch would relieve some of the desire I felt. I probably knew it would not help, but I did it anyway. Soon I was leaning against the counter top, masturbating furiously.
Straightening up, I left the bathroom and headed for the living room where everyone was milling around. Jon was standing by the punch bowl as I crossed the room to join him.
"Would you like some punch my dear?" Jon asked.
"How did you ever know?" I smiled and winked at him.
With my back to the rest of the room, and only Jon in front of me, I realized that there was no reason to be coy. I wanted a drop-dead affect. I quickly unbuttoned my jacket as Jon was looking down to pour the punch. When he looked up, I had opened my jacket in a casual way giving him a look at my straining nipples. He spilled a little of the punch on the table. I reached up and pinched the ends of my nipples and pulled them up, letting them go, my breasts bounced and more of my tit was protruding from the hole in my blouse. "Want a drink?" I said as my nipples gave a great showing of themselves.
