When we returned from vacation Alan and I slipped right back into our old life, which pretty much amounted to work and more work. Alan was stuck in the office late nearly every night, and my boss had a bunch of new assignments waiting for my attention. As much as we had wanted to continue exploring the new aspects of our sexuality - well - we didn't have the time or energy. We hardly had time to do each other, let alone get others involved. So, we just had to make do with the memories of lounging on the beach with my boobs hanging out, or letting everything hang out with our friends in the hotel.
One of the new parts of my job was working more closely with our suppliers. This involved both direct contact as well as analyzing the technical work. One Friday I was asked to go into the city and spend the day going over specs with a supplier's geek team. The first person I met when I got there was Selena. She had been my contact at the company, although we'd never met face to face. She was a lot different in person than I had expected. On the phone she always seemed a little officious and stuffy. In person I found her to be a strong and likable woman, one of those women who are more attractive than they are pretty. She was slender with long brown hair and wore wire-rim glasses. The attractiveness came from the air of confidence about her - she was a woman who commanded respect at the same time openly expressing her femininity. She had the geeks eating out of her hand. Even the women on the squad seemed eager to please her, treating her with a deference that almost had a sexual overtone. It certainly made my work easier because there was none of the bullshit I usually have to put up with from techies.
After a morning with the geeks Selena and I spent the afternoon in her office going over the data I had collected. As I sat across the desk from her I learned something else about her - she wasn't wearing a bra. No wonder the guys were so attentive. In addition, I strongly suspected that it was no accident when she gave me glimpses down her blouse. After all, I'm a show-off myself and I recognized the moves: bending over just a little further than necessary when showing me a document; using that little half-shrug to ensure that the top hangs open; making certain that every time I was looking at her in profile it was toward the open side of the blouse; occasionally throwing the shoulders back in a stretch that displayed nipples against the cloth. I enjoy doing that sometimes and I discovered that I also enjoyed being the recipient of it. The experiences I'd had while on vacation had made me much more aware of other womens' bodies and this chick was definitely flaunting hers. Somehow I managed to understand the technical stuff that was the reason for my visit - but it took a lot of willpower.
As we were wrapping up I mentioned that my husband would be working late. "I probably won't see him until eight or nine. That's when he's been getting home lately since we got back from vacation in Jamaica. But it's a real bummer on a Friday night"
"If you don't have any plans," Selena said, "let's have dinner together."
"Sounds good to me."
As we talked I discovered that Selena lived in a suburb that I'd have to drive through to get home, and not far from where Alan worked. "Why don't you stop at my place and we can order a pizza or something?" Was this lead-up to a seduction, I wondered. "You could call your husband and have him come over when he gets through at work," she added. So maybe not, damn it.
Briefly I thought of Marion, Alan and I rolling around a' trois on our bed in Jamaica. "Cut that out lady," I thought. "You're gonna get all hot and bothered for nothing. Get your mind out of your panties - or Selena's panties." I made a mental note to demand that Alan give it to me good when we got home. I obviously needed to get laid.
Selena gave me directions to her house and I called Alan about meeting us there when he got free. Then I told Selena that I'd be over in about an hour and bring some wine. "Great, see you soon," she told me as I left.
It was closer to an hour and a half before I got there. I parked behind her car and noticed a bumper sticker telling me that 'Goddess Lives.' A very interesting woman, I thought as I knocked on her door. "Hi," Selena said, holding the door open for me. "Let me go pour us some of this," she said as she as she took the wine from me and walked away, not acknowledging that one of us (me) was wearing a crumpled business suit and one (she) was wearing a necklace - only a necklace.
"That's a great idea. I think I really need a drink right now," I said to her bare little bottom as she walked to the kitchen. As she was opening the wine I had a chance to really observe her. Her breasts were smaller than I had thought, but the nipples larger. They were hard and pointing straight out, so much so that I wondered if, despite her nonchalance, she might be more turned on by the situation than she let on. I also saw that her pubes were shaved smooth. Was she just a little bit moist, or was that more wishful thinking.
As she handed me my drink she finally acknowledged her state of undress. "Did I mention I was a nudist? I never wear anything around the house."
"No, I don't believe you mentioned it," I replied. "I would have remembered that."
"Hope it doesn't make you uncomfortable," she said. I didn't think she really meant that.
"No, not really. Naked people don't shock me," I told her before taking a big gulp of wine. I didn't really mean that either.
Selena suggested that we go into the living room and sit down. Once there, she settled on the couch, her legs tucked under her. I sat in a recliner across from her. In an effort to keep my eyes off her sexy body my gaze settled on the necklace she was wearing. It was a pendant hanging from a thin gold chain which looked like three crescent moons entwined. "Interesting necklace," I said. "Very pretty."
"Thanks," she said, fingering it. "It's a Wiccan thing, a symbol of femininity. The moons reflect the three seasons of a woman's life."
"So, you're a Wiccan? Is the nudity a part of your religious beliefs?"
"Yes, I'm a Wiccan priestess. And no, nudity is not really essential to the religion. Some Covens still hold their rituals Skyclad - that is clad only by the light of the sky, but not all even do that. I did get started as a nudist at Wiccan ceremonies, but mainly I just like it."
"Aren't Wiccans said to use virgins as their altar?"
"Virgins are getting too hard to find," she said with a laugh. "Actually we usually use a table. For instance I use this coffee table as an altar sometimes," indicating the table in front of the sofa. "But I've also been fucked on that table, which kinda blows the virgin idea."
"Uh," I said, "why would you do it on the coffee table when there's a perfectly comfortable sofa right there?"
"The sofa was occupied at the time," she responded.
