This is chapter five of the continuing story. This is not the end of the story. I invite you to also read the Chapter Five that is also posted as an alternate ending. I could not decide how I wanted to end this story so, there's two endings. My hope is that at least one will satisfy the hunger you may have for a satisfying ending.
The Woman on the Bus
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Melissa Unleashes the Fire in Christy
The Next Day
I woke up shaking with Anxiety as my day to be with Melissa outside the public realm had finally arrived. I had all sorts of thoughts about what could happen when I walk up to her door. The mere fact that I had no idea what to expect was the driving factor behind my nervousness. Up to then, I could work with the daily bus rides and how to handle her presence near me. Regardless, I had a lot to get done before I went to see her. Gina required my loving attention first.
I cuddled her close to me as she slowly woke.
"Good morning, sunshine," I whispered, kissing her cheek softly. "I would love to stand naked in the kitchen and make you breakfast. What would you like, and would you like to join me or bring it to you?"
She stretched and yawned, holding eye contact with me.
"Are you excited? Today's the big day!" she said with excitement in her voice.
I kissed her forehead and told her we would chat as we eat. I went to the kitchen and whipped up an energetic meal for us. As I was finishing, she came up behind me and wrapped her arms around me as I worked. I could feel her breasts press into my skin from behind.
"Just about done," I said, pouring the contents of the pan onto her plate.
I gave her the plate and sat with her at the table. I told her all my feelings, expectations and uncertainties. She supported me in every possible way and my love for her grew. I confessed once again my devotion to her and admitted I was confused about all the love I was spreading around.
"We will always be anchored in friendship. I don't think anything could ever change that."
I agreed.
"Let's see everything else through and see where we stand after, sound good? I'm confident that if all else fails, we can always fall back to that foundation."
We showered together again and had a much different experience. We both agreed to no more sex that day. Instead, we played together. We tickled, teased and complimented each other like friends do. We just so happened to do it naked that morning. I had so much fun with my best friend. If I didn't want to see Melissa so awfully bad that evening, I would have stayed naked with her until my husband came home.
Instead, she dressed once we were done, kissed me warmly and wished me luck. I nearly cried watching her walk away but I remembered what she said. If nothing else, they would always be friends. Anything more was just icing on the cake.
Later, I went shopping for some clothes that I thought Melissa might like to see me in, even though I knew she would prefer that I not be wearing any at all. I wanted her to remove each piece I wore, knowing that the effort I put into each reflected my inner most desires for her. I went to lunch at a local eatery and planned my outfit, perfume and appearance. I decided to stick with the Lavender perfume she seemed to like, but I needed something to wear outside of what she was used to seeing me in. It had to be provocative but not slutty.
After lunch, I went to the mall nearby and wandered into Victoria's Secret. Money wasn't an object that day so I didn't limit my options as I normally would for undergarments. I walked around the outside isles of the store looking and taking note of potential items when I was approached by one of the ladies working the floor.
"Can I help you find something?" she asked.
"Um, I'm looking for something that will look stunning by themselves. Like, these," I said, pointing at a nice pair hanging on a wall display, "look great together and would likely be something that..." I paused searching for the right words, "would not give away what my intentions for the evening were to a total stranger.
"Something that might look delicious when other clothes have been recently removed?" she asked, making sure I knew she was the expert.
"Yes," I said, blushing a little, "that's the idea, I think."
"Here, let's take these into a changing room and see how they could look on you," she said, picking the pair off the display and walked towards the changing rooms.
I followed her nervously but found myself looking her over. I don't know what had gotten into me lately, but I think Melissa opened my eyes to the beauty everyone had to offer, and I was open to anything, it seemed.
She opened the door and walked in. I followed her and closed the door behind me. She asked me to remove my outer clothing so she could place each item where it would be and show me in the mirror how they would complement me. As I began removing my blouse, I noticed she was watching every move I made. This was not what I was expecting walking in there, but I decided to give her a little show. I removed my blouse, sticking my chest out towards her a little. I handed her the blouse and began to unbutton my jeans. As I pushed them down, I pushed my butt out a little so she could check that out if she cared to. I wasn't daring enough to make eye contact with her as I did this, but I'm sure she was watching.
She turned me around, so I was facing the mirror, putting her hand on my hip as she did. She then held up both pieces, so they covered what I was wearing and pointed out some things about each one. The bra and panties were a matching silk set with lace on the waistband of the panties and most of the area that covered my boobs. She pointed to some additional features and told me about the pros and cons of them as I watched her hand, secretly hoping she would touch me again. I ended up liking how they would look and told her that I would like to buy them.
"Great! I'm glad you like them. They do seem to be a bit popular. I'll go ahead and get them rung up for you while you dress." She said, looking me over once more.
I put everything back on and made my way to the counter. She had just bagged everything up and was waiting on my payment. I swiped my card and as the receipt printed out, she snatched it up and began highlighting lines of text saying that I could complete a survey online to win a gift card and that any comments on her service today could be provided via the same survey. I watched as she put the highlighter down and picked up a pen. She scribbled something on the bottom of the receipt and handed it to me. Normally I would just shove it in the bag or in my purse, but I held onto it until I was out of the store.
It had the name Heather on it and what I assumed was her phone number. I smiled wondering how I went from a satisfactory sex life with my husband to an extraordinary appreciation for women and apparently a new-found appealing nature that seems to draw women to me. Regardless, I neatly folded the receipt and put it in my purse for later.
I spent more time in the lingerie store than I planned and had to hurry shopping for the outfit I wanted. I stopped on my way out at a couple stores and found a perfect skirt and blouse set that I had to have. The skirt was black and stopped a few inches above my knees and the blouse was a deep red that matched the lingerie I picked out. I was going to be
