I had just kissed my husband goodbye from the front porch a few seconds ago and now I'm watching the car back slowly out of the driveway. I can see his smiling face every time he glances back to me from behind the driver's seat. I'm trying my best to look as natural as I can as I keep smiling at him.
I watch as the car slowly backs out into the street and I waive one last time before John puts the car into gear and waives one last time and turns the corner to merge onto the highway.
My heart begins to race as I walk back into the house and look at the time. I only have two more hours before I have to be downtown. Why did I get myself into this mess?
My name is Calico and I had been working real-estate for the last two years. Yes, I'm fairly good at my job but I've been trying to find something that I could do in my spare time to make a little extra money.
John and I have been married for five years. He is ten years older than I at thirty-five. I think I look great for a woman that's going to be twenty-six this July. Everything about my body is the same as it was in college.
I still take a size three dress, and keep my body in shape with daily exercise. I haven't any wrinkles on my face. My measurements remain the same as it was when I was twenty-one. I could have been a model when I got out of high school but my mother insisted I go to college.
I had plans to go to law school but I met John and we married a year later. After only two years of college, I dropped out and have been living the happy life of a housewife in suburbia.
We moved here to Alabama three years ago, more than five hundred miles away from my friends and relatives. Yes, I made new friends but it's just not the same being so far away from people I love.
I hurried into the shower as fast as I could, knowing that I only had enough time to dry my hair and get dressed. Luckily I had shaved my legs and everything else that I was asked to do when I was accepted during the interview last week.
Kathy was the woman I had met during my job interview last week. She seemed very nice but got to the point about everything. She was very blunt when she said. "I want you to shave your pussy, bald!"
I finished my shower and began blow drying my hair. Next, I put on a coat of bright red nail polish and did my toes to match my fingers.
I had stashed the dress that I had bought yesterday from my husband. He would have wondered why I was buying a dress when we didn't have anything new planned.
I took the little brown bag off the top shelf and pulled out the new garter belt I had bought yesterday and slipped it around my tiny waist. I hadn't worn one of these since our honeymoon and it felt rather strange to be wearing one now.
Kathy wanted me to wear nude stockings so I had bought a pair of those and a new pair of black five inch spike heels. Once I pulled the stockings up my long legs, I fastened the tiny hooks at my thigh's and stood up and looked into the full length mirror.
I picked up the black dress I had picked out which Kathy had asked to be very revealing. I stepped into the dress and wiggled my hips as I pulled the thin material up and over my hips. I slipped the tiny spaghetti straps over my shoulders and adjusted the material in front.
It felt sort of tight around my breast's, but I managed to tuck them under the material as much as I could. Getting the zipper up was a chore in itself but I managed that as well and stood in front of the mirror again.
God! My tit's were barely covered in this dress so I tried to pull up the material a little further but didn't have much luck. I played with the material, trying to conceal as much as I could but it was just the way the dress was made.
Another half inch and my nipples would be exposed. I had to admit that my cleavage looked fantastic!
I finished applying my makeup, putting a little extra dark around my eye's as Kathy had mentioned. She told me it would show better on film in the natural lighting they would have.
I sat down and slipped on the high heels and adjusted the tiny straps on each shoe and stood up and looked in the mirror for the third time. The dress barely covered the top of the stockings. I couldn't pick out a dress that was too short otherwise the garter belt Kathy wanted me to wear would show.
I had to settle for a low-cut dress if she wanted me to wear something revealing. I hope she would be pleased.
The butterflies in my stomach were driving me crazy! I looked at the clock and I only had fifteen minutes before I had to leave.
I picked out my favorite perfume and gave my breasts a couple short squirts. I lifted the hem of my dress up and gave myself another squirt over my pussy mound.
Kathy didn't want me to wear anything other than the garter belt. I couldn't wear a bra with this dress. Otherwise, it would have shown.
I put the finishing touch on with my red lipstick and put a few things I would need into my purse including the condoms I bought yesterday.
Yes. Condoms! If my husband ever found out about those, he'd kill me on sight! We had plans to adopt a baby in the near future. John found out last year that he was our problem for not being able to have children.
The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to call and postpone this for another week. At least I would have time to see my doctor and obtain a prescription of birth control pills in case a condom broke.
Kathy assured me that she would pick out a person that would be gentle with me. Kathy also mentioned that since this was my very first time, we would focus on other things like foreplay and teasing and maybe just a blow job.
God! I'd be giving a blow job to another man! John had been the only man I had ever put in my mouth. Yes. I had been asked but I somehow got out of it by giving them a good hand job.
It took me thirty minutes to drive down town and located the hotel and pull into the underground parking area. Kathy had given me the room number so I walked into the lobby and smiled at the clerk as I walked past their desk and took the elevator up to the seventh floor.
It's funny that I got enough courage to come this far and as I walked down the hallway looking for the room number, I had a really good notion to turn around and forget the whole thing.
It was only money! One thousand dollars to be exact but I really needed the extra income right now so I tried not to think of this as something dirty.
I found the room number! Here I was standing outside the door where I would meet a total stranger and conduct myself into something that many would consider taboo.