Enticing Rachel

(This is the start of the story and those looking for the explicit won't find it here. It comes later. A special thank you to Judy for editing.)

As the extremely hot afternoon slipped away I gazed into the bedroom mirror and ran my fingers through my long red hair, that now went well past my shoulders. I could see my sparklingly fresh green eyes almost smiling back at me. I knew that my 36 D breasts always appeared larger on my small frame, it was something I had often used to my advantage.

Looking down I smiled at the lush red bush between my legs, I like to keep myself all natural as it pleases me to do, landing strips may suit some but not me. As my thoughts wandered to my latest dating disaster, and what might have been, it occurred to me that there was a slight possibility that my obnoxious ex husband might be doing some electrical work soon at my home. His business was scheduled to be finished by today but he had always been unreliable.

I couldn't resist the urge to dwell on what a horrible man he was, and that leaving me the day after our last child had left home was exquisitely timed. Some say payback is a bitch, and perhaps I was, I'll leave that for others to judge. Today was a perfect opportunity to illustrate just what he was missing, I wanted to tease him so I could enjoy his discomfort; especially if it was throbbing in his pants. I had the perfect opportunity to entice him to recollections of our times at the beach, so I gave into my naughty urge to put on my skimpy new Seafolly bikini. Nothing would please me more than to tease him until his shorts swelled in appreciation of what he had given up, and it wouldn't hurt for him to be reminded again, and to learn painfully through his pants, to regret what he had lost.

As I was dressing in the bikini I noticed that some of my red pubic hair was sneakily protruding from my bikini thong. And while others may have been inclined to shave those naughty hairs, I decided he would be enticed to stare at what was being advertised surreptitiously. He might be hoping to play with what lay hidden but it was a display to entice and not reward. I really wanted him to appreciate that I was blatantly looking to provoke him to get a hardon. Tempting him to lust for me again, while knowing I would never let him touch me, was strikingly poetic for me.

As I sat provocatively on a jute recliner on the back deck in the shade, I enjoyed the crisp NZ chardonnay that I had saved for this special occasion. I knew he'd come into my backyard via the gate next to the kitchen, and that the first thing he'd see would be his ravishingly gorgeous ex wife. So I eagerly anticipated his arrival, even if I felt slightly inclined to doubt he's finalising my electrical work, because the afternoon was slowly disappearing on this wonderful summers day. Of course, there was a part of me that felt wicked at the thought of him lusting over me again, and his inability to prevent himself from getting aroused when he was close to me felt inadequate as a punishment.

It was true that the drought I had frustratingly suffered over the last month meant I couldn't wait to look at his crutch and enjoy the lust filled evidence of the effect I would have on him. It had me feeling wet, just knowing he was going to want me, but I knew he'd be enduring blue balls just as he had done so many times before. Given his treatment of me I felt not a twinge of guilt. Guilt was something to be dismissed as ironic as I had never even thought about cheating on my ex husband.

Today was simply about having some fun at my awful ex husbands expense. My intention was to just deliver him a little more harmless teasing. I knew no one would get hurt, and it would be enthralling to remind him what he was missing and useful for later on when I would be arousing myself with the memory of his frustrated hard throbbing cock. Given how I was feeling, my nipples felt tingly, just thinking about teasing him, I knew I would desperately need to masturbate after I had teased him. Smiling, I reminded myself, he would be forced to retreat to his small unit of singledom just down the road.

Now sipping my third chardonnay, I enjoyed relaxing in the recliner on my deck as I heard the gate open. That spark of excitement and arousal surged in me. I was stunned when two women in light green uniforms walked in with my ex husband, John. I certainly wasn't expecting company and I wasn't dressed for unexpected visitors even if they were tradies.

So rather than my ex husband approaching me on my deck, the older of the two women waved at me, walked over towards me, and explained, "Hi, my name is Wendy, and you must be Rachel. We're here with John to help him finish this job quickly."

I smiled at her and said, "I'm pleased that they sent someone so gorgeous to help him finish the job."

After that, I must admit things got even more flirty very quickly. I couldn't take my eyes off Wendy because the picture before me was a goddess. Wendy had an amazing figure. At 170cm with flowing auburn hair, I was particularly attracted to her gorgeous full bottom in her tight shorts, and in my view she had the most spectacular pair of breasts I had ever wanted to dine on. I was flexible, if I couldn't tease my ex husband, I could always indulge in enticing a gorgeous woman like Wendy into my bed.

We talked and she was obviously very interested in me because she flirted as I watched her enjoying the view of my almost naked body. Even as I watched her eyes devour me, our naughty conversation led me to reach out and touch her hand while we talked.

John coughed and broke the magic attraction, as he enquired, "Wendy are you ready to start in the bathroom."

Distracted by the interruption, Wendy asked me to show her the house and the work that was needed. I was looking forward to showing her around my house and eventually getting her in my bathroom. And as soon as our eyes met, once we reached my bathroom, a smile crossed my face. I stepped forward and looked into her eyes, at the same time she leant forward to kiss me. I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a huge hug that entailed our breasts pressing lovingly together. She felt just as lovely pressed against me as I had hoped, and possibly more. Given the chardonnay's damping affects, I was delighted that all of my self doubt had slipped away without any recourse. And given how worked up I had been waiting for John to arrive, I knew I was quickly getting very excited about having her lips exploring mine as I held her body against mine.

Wendy's arms were also busy, they were wrapped bindingly around my naked waist as she pulled me more firmly into her grip, like I was hers to enjoy irrespective of my desires. I placed my hands at the back of her neck as our tongues danced across our lips and danced seductively into each others mouths. I gazed smitten by her captivating blinding stare into my lust filled eyes. In my bikini, I felt totally under dressed as her body captured me, like I was a little bird being toyed with by a predatory cat, one that wanted to completely make me her own toy.

"I am so happy you are here!" I said in a quiet yet seductive tone.

"Me too. You're incredible to kiss. I wonder what your other lips taste like," she teased.

"I'm looking forward to finding out," I replied.

Wendy had such luscious lips. I watched as she delved into her shorts pocket to remove a lipstick and apply it liberally. The smell of the lipstick was seductive. I couldn't help myself, I needed to taste her lips with that new lipstick. As I pressed my lips against her bright ruby lips I felt myself drift into a deeper swoon of ecstasy. The tang of the strawberry flavour sped through my tongue, filled my mouth and travelled serenely down my throat.

I had a hazy recollection of Wendy telling me authoritatively; as I struggled to cope with the effects of the lipstick, to, "Look at this sparkling gem Rachel. You can see how it sparkles for you and the colours change as you watch it spin. If you concentrate very carefully you can see the strikingly beautiful lights dancing into your eyes, just for you. You must concentrate on the sparkling gem as it spins, and the colourful lights will help you to relax and open you up to new pleasure. Now are you watching, focus your mind to concentrate more on the colourful gem as it spins. Be a good girl for me, encompass your mind in the colours. You feel now how there is nothing but the gem and its colours for you. Relax and enjoy its beauty."

I wasn't really aware of what was actually happening after that.,

For the next thing I do remember clearly, once I was allowed to remember it, was sitting on the laundry basket in my bathroom with Wendy staring deeply into my eyes and coaching me to follow her directions. I still can't remember everything about what happened after the strawberry flavour took hold of me, but I do remember everything I was given permission to bring into my consciousness.

Life is so strange because the next thing I knew, as a conscious memory, was I realised it was morning, and I felt awake and refreshed in my bed. I wondered to myself about what had actually happened to me in the intervening period. After a few minutes of reflection I crawled out of my bed and went looking around my house, to see if my mystery could be answered. I checked and all the electrical work was completed throughout my house, and there was no sign of Wendy, John or the other electrician. I was desperate for some answers so I called John on his phone.

"Hey what happened yesterday," I asked.

"What do you mean," queried John.

"I woke up in my bed this morning, but I don't remember anything that happened after you and your crew turned up, and I showed Wendy the bathroom that needed repair", I explained to him.

"Well I'm not sure I can add anything because it was a little strange what happened. First you seduce Wendy in front of me, and then you just disappear. Wendy told me that you had left her to do the work in the bathroom, and told her that you were going to bed," he reiterated.

"I simply don't believe you," I said.

"You were the one who had obviously had a few too many wines, so I assumed you'd gone to sleep it off," John suggested.

"Oh okay. So that's all you know," I asked, perplexed at what could have really happened.

"Yes it was pretty bizarre behaviour even for you. I did hope you were okay but I wasn't sure how many wines you'd had before we arrived. I guessed you'd been drinking for a long time in the afternoon, and felt like you needed a rest," he laughed.

What could I say, I certainly had almost a bottle before they had arrived so I simply agreed, "You're right I probably had more chardonnay than was normal for me."

"Well be careful," he replied, "I worry about you when you drink like that."

Not wanting his pretence of concern to seem validated, I ignored his inference, and I queried, "can I ask if Wendy said anything about a gem she showed me."

"Sorry I don't know anything about Wendy and a gem," he said, but I could tell from the tension in his voice that this was possibly one of his lies.

He went on to deflect by querying, "Are you sure you're okay because that some strange questions to be asking me, after all we did electrical work for you. It's all done now. I was expecting you be calling to say thank you, rather than asking me about gems and Wendy."

"Look I know you're lying but I don't know why. So that's it, if you won't tell me anything more that helps explain what happened," I said in an disbelieving inquisitorial tone.

"Well now you explain it like that, it was slightly strange because Wendy asked me for your phone number in the truck on our way back to the depot, not long after we left your place. I did give it to her. However I did wonder at the time why she'd need your number if all the electrical work was completed," John elaborated to deflect from the obvious lie about Wendy use of her gem.

I wasn't sure what else to ask to John after his blatant lie. It felt to me that his explanation about why he'd given her my phone number was just a fictious story to cover up the real reason.

With his evasions so evident I said to him, "yes, that's a bit strange isn't it. She hasn't called me. And given that she claims to have left me to go to asleep in my bed, it is weird that I simply don't even remember leaving the bathroom to go to bed. And why can't I remember how I managed to get into my bed, because I wasn't that drunk."

"Yes when you explain it that way it's sounds weird. But remember you did have a lot to drink and you do have a habit of stumbling off to bed drunk," said John.

Ex husbands always seem to have a wish to embellish the bad behaviour of their ex wives. It would seem that John was using this mystery to infer that I was regularly drunk and falling asleep in our bed during our marriage. My recollection of my behaviour was filtered by an easy forgiveness of myself, given this behaviour of mine was a response to his inclination to sit watching football on the tv. The dysfunctional marriage meant I was expected me to play the domestic goddess of the household. So many bad memories of myself, and yet I felt they can be placated by the recollections of a partners triggering display of inept efforts at intimacy. Alcohol fills the void that the arms of a missing lover leave empty.

"Look don't worry about it," I said, wanting to end a fruitless conversation with a man I loathed, "I'm sure I did just drink too much and have an early night. Thanks for explaining what Wendy said happened I'm sorry to be bothering you on the weekend. And by the way, don't give my phone number to anyone else at your work."

After we'd finished chatting, I knew he was lying about something. As hard as I tried to ignore it, I had this feeling that something else was going on, but for reasons I couldn't understand. I couldn't rationalise what those reasons might be. So, I went into the kitchen and made myself a late breakfast.

As I was finishing my coffee, I was also checking my Facebook feed, and that's when I had a call from an unknown number. It wasn't listed in my phone, and normally I don't answer calls from unlisted phone numbers. In this instance I felt compelled to answer the call. Much later I would come to understand why.

"Hello can I help you," I said as I answered the call.

"Hello Rachel, it's Wendy, what happened to you yesterday? I was showing you a gem on my new necklace in your bathroom, and the next thing I knew you had fallen asleep while sitting on the laundry basket. Is that normal for you. I thought maybe you were very tired or perhaps you had too much to drink," she explained.

"I'm not sure what happened," I responded, "so you helped me up to my bed and undressed me so I could sleep?"

I knew Wendy was lying when she said, "yes that's me, always a saviour for a beautiful woman like you."

"So nothing happened when we were in the bedroom? You simply helped me into bed and left," I queried disbelievingly.

"Yes that's it, you went to bed after I helped you. Then we finished all your electrical work and left," she lied.

"Really? Mmm... I'm not sure I believe you," I replied.

"It's the absolute truth. But hey, I'm feeling really embarrassed because we started something yesterday that I feel we should continue. Your kisses were amazing. I'd like to see you again. I know that yesterday you just went to sleep on me. Is there any chance I can drop by this afternoon to share a chardonnay with you, and to follow up on where we left off yesterday," she queried.

Although I felt she was not being really honest with me, I could recognise the honesty in her voice about how attracted she was to me. Part of me, the underlying guilty part, did wonder if I might have really fallen asleep while kissing and cuddling her. Behind it all, I did hope that she might be interested in more than just sharing a glass of wine with me.

So, I said to her, "Yes absolutely. Look I really do apologise for falling asleep. I'd love you to drop by this afternoon."