As I rolled on the stockings and hooked them to the garter, I marveled at the decision my husband had made. Not only did he like the idea of me becoming physically intimate with another man, he was encouraging me to do so. The very idea had my heart pounding in the back of my throat. He had picked out and paid for clothing that was designed to make me look and feel sexy. He knew that dressing like this would make me feel sensual and exotic and increase the likelihood that I would make a pass at Tom. He also knew that if I was dressed this way the likelihood that Tom would be receptive to that pass would also increase.
I finished dressing quickly and completed my outfit with the matching silver earrings and pendant that Rob had given me last year for my birthday. Rob loved that pendant because of the way it set emphasized my cleavage. If I was going to look sexy, I might as well go all the way.
After I had dressed and applied my make-up I checked myself out in the mirror. I almost changed my mind right then. I looked way too dressed up for a day of teaching classes at a small junior college. The usual uniform for both staff and students was a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and here I was dressed for a date. I probably would have turned around and changed right then but I had a 10:45 class and it was already twenty after. If I waited any longer I would be late.
The morning passed like any other Monday at the school with the usual student-teacher conferences and staff meetings. The only two differences that I noticed was that some of the male students tried to flirt with me and I had butterflies in my stomach all day. I argued with myself all day about what I was going to do and what would happen when I finally met Tom. My mind kept coming up with reasons to call the whole thing off. What if Tom didn't want me? What if Rob changed his mind about this? How would I seduce him? What if he was mad at me for running out last Friday? What if someone caught us?
I knew Tom was at the school somewhere because I had seen his motorcycle in the staff lot when I pulled in. I didn't see him however, until a little after three when I returned to my office after my last class. He was just getting ready to leave when I walked in.
"Hi, Tom" I said cheerily, "Are you leaving early today?" I wasn't sure if I was relieved or disappointed by that thought.
"Oh, hi." He responded "I was just going to duck out a little early because ah... well because I thought you might still be pissed at me."
He thought I was mad at him? Whatever for? I was the one that was acting like a tease, flirting with him and running away if it looked like something real was about to happen. "Why would I be mad?" I asked.
"You know. I got a little fresh last week and I really am sorry but..." I broke off his sentence by kissing him hard on the mouth. He thought I was mad because he had been a too intimate with the way he touched me. I needed to change that impression right away.
