It had been a hard year for Julie. She had been promoted again and that meant more staff under her control and more work to do. It also meant she was away from home a lot more and travelling to sort out issues. It was shattering and she could not remember when she had last had a day off. She would work all week and often not get home until late on a Friday night and then on the weekend she would be just as busy. She would spend Saturday doing the shopping and the cleaning of the house and then she would spend Sunday with family and friends and before she knew it she would be back at her desk on the Monday.
She had also not had time for a social life recently and had certainly not seen any action in the bedroom that she could remember. It was beginning to get her down.
One day an adult catalogue dropped through her door. She picked it up and was about to throw it out when she suddenly decided to keep it. She took it upstairs and put it in the bedside drawer. Things were about to change for her and she did not see it coming.
One day she had a rare night off. She went to the supermarket and bought herself some goods for the house and then she just happened to pass the alcohol aisle. She decided to walk down it out of curiosity. Before she realised it she had picked up a couple of bottles of white wine and put them in her basket. She paid for her goods and went home. She had her dinner and then instead of watching some television she put some music on and picked up a book that she had been reading and relaxed down with it. She was about ten pages in when she remembered the wine. She put down the book and went to the kitchen.
She went to the fridge and looked inside and pulled out the two bottles. She knew little about wine but she knew what grape's that she liked. She liked a Chardonnay and she liked a Chenin Blanc. She toyed with both of the bottles and opted for the Chardonnay. She put the Chenin Blanc back in the fridge for another time and then she placed the Chardonnay on the kitchen top. She went to the kitchen drawer and found the old corkscrew and then found a wine glass. It needed a wash. Now she was ready. She popped the cork on the wine and poured herself a glass and went back to the front room with the glass and the bottle and settled back down to her reading.
Her children were out for the night so she knew that she had the place to herself. She read for about an hour and consumed a glass of the wine. Once it had finished she decided that she should have a bath and get her things ready for tomorrow because she was going on a road trip the next day. She put her book and glass down and went upstairs and began to run the bath. She added some bubbles and waited for it to run. It took about ten minutes to normally run. In the meantime she went into her bedroom.
She began to undress. She took her blouse off and placed it in the washing basket ready to be washed at the weekend. She then unzipped her skirt and let it slide down her hips and watched it fall to the floor where she then stepped out of it. She stood there in just her bra, knickers and hold-up stockings. Her lingerie was from Victoria Secrets. She had earned her position at work and her one concession to life was that she bought the best lingerie that she could afford and she always made sure that it matched. She hated herself if she could not find a matching set in the morning and if she had to wear unmatching she felt uncomfortable all day and could not wait to get home to take it off.
Today she had worn something really sexy. She had a red Basque with matching knickers on today finished off with black sheer hold-up stockings. She sat down on the bed and rolled the stockings down her legs and as they came down she noticed that she needed to shave her legs. Next she stood and unclipped the Basque. It seemed to take forever to undo all the clips but eventually the last was undone and she dropped it to the floor. Finally she pulled down her knickers and stood there. Before she went to the bathroom she looked at herself in the mirror. She could not understand why she could not get the man that she wanted to love her.
She was about 5ft 3in tall. A little on the small side but it felt brilliant when a man cuddled her who was so much taller than her because she could get to nozzle into his chest and run her fingers over it. She looked at her breasts. They were a 36D and were still firm despite giving birth to two children. Her waist cinched where it should and although her legs were not the longest they were nice and slim. It just intrigued her and it crossed her mind at least once a day. All she wanted was a man to love and respect her. Was that too much to ask for?
She shrugged her shoulders and walked out of her bedroom and went into the bathroom and stopped the bath running. The bubbles were nice and high and when she climbed in they covered her completely. She slid down under the water and held her breath for a while whilst allowing her hair to get wet. After about 30 seconds she came back up for air. She just laid there for about fifteen minutes enjoying the warmth and the bubbles as they softened her skin. She decided after about fifteen minutes that she had better start washing herself or she would fall asleep in her bath.
She washed herself in Royal Jelly - she loved the smell of that stuff and she could never buy enough of it. Once she was clean she found the items necessary to shave her legs. She shaved them being careful not to cut herself and then she shaved some of her pubic hair just to tidy it up. She ran her hands over her legs and pussy and was satisfied that she was nice and smooth. Once she was clean she stepped out of the bath and put a towel around her torso and slipped into her fluffy dressing gown. She walked out of the bathroom and back into the bedroom. She began to potter around.
She reached under the bed and pulled out her travel suitcase. She went to her drawers and took out the items that she would need to pack for her trip. She took them to her suitcase and packed it up. She then went to the wardrobe and picked out the suits and blouses that she would be needing. Satisfied that she was ready for her trip she towelled herself dry and then slipped into her nightie and put the dressing gown back on.
She then went back downstairs and picked her glass back up and added some more wine to it and then she picked up her book and began to read again. The hours passed, the pages turned and the wine went down. Before she knew it she had completed five chapters of the book and the whole bottle of wine. She stood up and went to the fridge and removed the second bottle of wine. She was not driving over the next few days- she had decided to take the train to give herself a bit of a rest. She poured herself another glass of wine and took it back to the front room. She went back to her book and became so engrossed that before she knew it the second bottle of wine was gone and she decided that it was time to go to bed. She put the book down and stood up.
She was a little wobbly on her feet and had to hold onto the bannister to get herself upstairs and into the bedroom. She eventually managed to get to her bedroom and settled on the bed. She could not get to sleep and she thought that she might read again but then she decided that she was too drunk to get downstairs again to the front room to retrieve it. She tried to get to sleep again but it was useless and eventually she gave up and sat up in bed. She looked round her room for another book but could not find one and then she remembered the catalogue in her drawer. She giggled to herself as she took the catalogue out of the drawer. She pulled off the wrapping and began to flick through the pages.