It was a cool, sunny day - the temperature being comfortable enough to turn off the air conditioning and let the quiet summer breezes flow through the windows and meander about the house. Susan had the house to herself and she moved about it as if to reclaim it for her own. The kids were off with friends at the lake and Tony was golfing. At last - no one asking her for something, not knowing where things were, nothing to break, spill, clean up, or wash. Freedom!
She anticipated a whole day to herself and dressed to be as comfortable as she could possibly be. After a long bath, she stood before her closet and almost mechanically put on her usual clothes - her "uniform" as she called it - thick blue cotton collared shirt-sleeved shirt, her durable jean skirt, and her no-slip sneakers. But, she paused. "Not today," she smiled as she threw those clothes in the laundry. She rummaged through her dresser drawer to find the silk shorts she had purchased yet never worn - found them - and then searched for and found the silk tank top she also hadn't had the time or opportunity to wear. Then she opened the drawer to grab a pair of panties. Yet, again she paused. "Nope. Not today," she giggled to herself as she pulled the loose silk shorts up her smooth, just shaven legs and gently over her pussy. She then thought to reach behind the compartment that held her panties - her heart pounded for a beat or two - but she drew back her hand. "Later" she smiled to herself. "Later."
She walked across the house into the kitchen and made herself a cup of tea. With the tea's steaming aroma in her wake, she then walked through the dining room and into the formal living room - where she generally allowed no one to venture for fear of dirty hands staining the recently purchased couch. Today, the living room was hers. She set her tea on the table, grabbed some unread magazines, and spread herself on the couch. She was so completely relaxed that soon she fell asleep.
At first the tapping on the side door seemed to be part of her dream. But as she came-to, she realized that there was someone at the side door. But who? She was expecting no one. Feeling a bit exposed, she ran to the hallway closet, grabbed her cardigan sweater, and hurried to the kitchen fumbling to button it as she went. As she turned the corner, she saw waiting on the other side of the door an unexpected yet pleasant surprise - her friend Beth.
"Hey - my god, what are you doing here?" she exclaimed while unlocking and sliding the door open.
"I was hoping you were here," said Beth stepping in and leaning over to give Susan a kiss on the cheek. "How are you? I saw your car and figured you'd be back here in the kitchen."
"No, no - I'm all alone today - I fell asleep in the living room."
"Where is everyone?" asked Beth obviously happy for Susan's temporary freedom.
"Gone - that's all I care about for the moment. I am relaxing for a bit for god's sake."
"And, my friend, you deserve it. God, I feel like I'm interrupting - I should have called first!"
"No, no! I'm so glad to see you - I'm glad you're here. What, have you been running?" asked Susan.
"Yeah, I love this neighborhood so I thought I'd run through it and stop by to say hi."
"Are you running again?" asked Susan.
"Yeah," laughed Beth shaking her head, "I'm running again. Let's talk about anything else but why I'm running again."
And so they did - sipping tea in the forbidden living room (Beth remarked about how clean it looked and took off her shoes in deference to its cleanliness), sharing the couch, catching up on the news of friends and family - discussing summer plans. Susan remarked about how beautiful the weather was to which Beth answered,
"Well, you'd never guess it by the way you're dressed - what's with the sweater?"
"Oh!" Susan laughed, "This? I didn't know who you were when you knocked on the door. I threw it on as I ran over."
"Is that the beautiful silk shirt you bought when we were at Victoria's Secrets?" asked Beth excitedly. "I've never seen you wear it - let me see it!"
"Okay," Susan said as she began to unbutton the sweater to show her the silk shirt underneath. Beth watched in silence while Susan's fingers unfastened each button. Susan arched her back as she pulled the sweater off her large breasts straining against the silk fabric.
"Oh, Susan," whispered Beth, "that's right for you."
Susan turned from side to side, without really thinking about it so Beth could view the shirt that hugged her body.
"You wear that so well," said Beth.
"Stop it. That's not true - not half as well as you would have if you bought the smaller one."
"'Smaller' one - that's a laugh," said Beth with dejection.
"What's that all about? What are you talking about?" asked Susan.
"Oh bother," she said waving her hand in the air with disgust. "Ron was bitching about my gaining weight," said Beth, "that's why I'm running. God damn it."
"What is he talking about? Who is he kidding," said Susan with disbelief.
"Yeah, yeah, fucking asshole. I could kill him. He had the nerve to tell me I wasn't 'presenting' myself well - like I'm a goddamn piece of his clothing for Christ's sake."
"Well," said Susan pointedly, "Let me tell ya - I'd love to wear your body on me."
Beth stopped and stared oddly at her for a moment as suddenly Susan realized her faux pas. Susan got a bit flustered yet broke the moment of awkwardness by pushing Beth playfully, "you know what I mean!'
They both laughed with nervous relief. But then Susan, thinking her message lost, took Beth by the hand and said, "seriously girlfriend, don't pay any attention to him. You are so beautiful - you have nothing to worry about."
"Really?" Beth said shyly looking down.
"Yes - I mean that," said Susan squeezing Beth's hand to emphasize it.
"Well, Ron doesn't think so - he hasn't touched me in weeks."