Michelle stood on the doorstep, waving as John's car reversed down the driveway and then headed off down the road. She kept watching as her husband drove away, the car getting smaller until it turned the corner onto the main road and was gone. She checked her watch, saw it was not quite ten o'clock, giving her plenty of time to get herself ready before Katrin's plane landed.
She stepped back inside and closed the door behind her, taking a moment to look around and check everything was neat and tidy downstairs before heading up to get ready. Once there, she took off the old and now rather baggy jeans and sweater she had been wearing and put them away along with the plain underwear she'd been wearing. She showered, then took the time to shave her armpits and wax her legs, just as Katrin had told her to, leaving her full bush untouched. She paused for a moment, examining herself in the mirror, still getting used to the slim body she'd earned over the last six months of regular gym visits, the folds of fat she'd been developing burned away. Before she'd started working out, people had regularly thought she was the wrong side of forty, but now she felt she was looking younger than her actual age of thirty-four.
That was something else she had to thank Katrin for, along with the package of clothing waiting for her in the closet and everything else that had changed about her since they'd first encountered each other. Michelle had gone to the chatrooms to explore her fantasies of being with another woman, rekindling those moments of experimentation from her youth, something to make her feel good on those nights when John had gone to bed without her again.
She hadn't expected to get the attention of a twenty-one year old like Katrin, still less when they'd exchange pictures and posed for each other on webcams to prove they were real. Too late, she'd realised that was what had made her so susceptible to Katrin's plans, so desperate to see more of her that she'd agreed to whatever she wanted. Katrin had taken that advantage and pressed it hard, breaking down all of her defences, her words and her voice teasing and pleasing Michelle again and again until she surrendered herself totally to her young lover.
Under Katrin's tutelage, she'd remodelled her body, her style and her attitudes. Even her name had gone. Katrin had decided she didn't like the name Michelle, and had insisted on calling her Anne, her middle name instead. She hadn't protested it and instead made becoming the Anne that Katrin wanted her to be her priority. Anne was slim and supple, eager to wear clothes that were tight and revealing but what Anne wanted most of all was to give herself to Katrin.
The clothes Katrin had sent her, along with a note saying they were for their first meeting, fitted perfectly. The dark blue skinny jeans, gripped her legs and showed off her firm rear, the lace trim of the bikini panties just visible above them. The matching bra lifted and displayed her c-cup breasts, while the scoop-neck sleeveless top framed them perfectly. Michelle would never have displayed herself like that, but Anne loved it, rich red lips smiling as she stepped into the four-inch heels and checked herself in the mirror. She checked her hair, brushing the light brown strands back from her face, then headed out, ready to meet her lover.
Her heart was just about ready to explode when she saw Katrin emerge into the arrivals hall. She'd been waiting for this moment for two months, ever since she told Katrin about how John was going away for a week on one of his 'conferences'. Before Katrin, she'd been frustrated when John had gone away, feeling herself less attractive than a set of golf clubs, but now she didn't care about what he did, only the fact that it gave her the chance to meet her lover in the flesh. Almost as soon as Anne had told her the news, Katrin had booked her flight from Germany and she knew there was no turning back at that point.
Anne stood at the end of the walkway watching Katrin approach her, butterflies fluttering in her stomach and her heart beating hard. She'd seen pictures of her, watched her on webcam so many times over the past few months, but now she was there in the flesh she only wanted her more. Her dark blonde hair was long and straight, flowing out behind her in the breeze as she walked, deep blue eyes staring directly at her, just the flicker of a smile playing on her blood red lips. She wore a long black coat over a short black dress, hiding some of her slim frame, her long legs clad in black tights that disappeared into thick black boots. She strode purposefully towards Anne until she was standing right in front of her.
"Kiss me." Were her first words, and whatever remained of Michelle's reticence disappeared. She leant into Katrin's arms, feeling her hands rest on her hips, sliding under the thin material of her top, then their lips were pressing together and she was tasting the sweetness of Katrin, feeling her own lips part as Katrin's tongue pressed between them. Anne eagerly accepted it, letting it probe and explore her mouth, closing her eyes and forgetting where they were, wanting nothing more than to give herself totally.
"Good." Katrin said, leaning back from the kiss and licking her lips. Her hands slid down, caressing Anne's rear through the tight jeans. "You look very hot. Well done."
"Thank you." Anne stammered. "You look amazing."
"I know." Katrin said. "I can see how much you want me. I bet you're already wet."
Anne nodded, blushing. The tight jeans had stimulated her, and seeing Katrin had added more to that.
