"Damn!" Sandy uttered under her breath as she dropped her earring on the floor. Nervous, excited, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath before bending to pick it up. She glanced quickly at the clock on her dressing table --- only seven-fifteen, still plenty of time, no reason to rush. She found the earring and stood up appraising her figure in the full-length, oval mirror as she threaded the small wire through her earlobe. Her five-foot-six-inch frame was supported on four-inch spike heels. Her thirty-nine inch bustline was barely contained by a brief lavender bra; the large, dark pink disks of her aureoles peeked insolently above the cups. Panties, garterbelt and stockings, and a very short, lacy half-slip that fell to only three or four inches below her panties completed her lingerie.
Not bad,
she thought,
Not bad for a sweet young thing just past her thirty-first birthday! He should be pleased.
Oh, God! I hope he's pleased! I want him to want me so bad . . .
she cut off the thoughts and attended to business. She reached in and lifted each of her breasts in turn and repositioned them in her bra cups. She appraised the rest of her figure with a critical eye. Her thighs were fuller and rounder than her college days but that was all to the good, she'd always been slender.
H-m! My ass seems to be --- drooping? Damn! That will bear watching!
Then, practicing the little move she had planned for later that evening, she coyly lifted the half-slip until it revealed a wisp of lacy lavender panties. She smiled, pleased with the effect and pressed her voluptuous thighs together, posing them like a magazine model. Where they met, a dark shadow of neatly trimmed, auburn hair was visible beneath her panties. She winked at her reflection and turned to finish dressing. Her mood was buoyant and her step was light and brisk.
Rod had called her at her office at four that afternoon. It was the first time she had heard from him in over a week and a thrill had shot from her stomach to her toes at the sound of his deep, confident voice.
"Sandy! Hey, baby, what about tonight, around eight? Put on some pretty underthings for me will you? And wear a nice little dress, something sexy. And heels, high ones, understand?"
"Want me to dress like a slut?"
"
Are
you a slut, baby?"
She hesitated for only a moment. The name, "slut," was still not one that she applied to her self. She gripped the receiver hard, then let her breath out with a rush.
What the hell!
She thought. "I'll be your slut --- you know that!"
"That's what I like to hear, baby! You can stay all night, right?"
"Oh, lover! You don't know what you're in for!" She hung up, visions of Rod crowding her mind and exciting her with thoughts of the evening to come.
Sandy and her husband, David, had recently moved up in the world. They had received promotions within six months of each other and bought a house in a neighborhood several steps above their old one. But with David's promotion had come the necessity of commuting between cities so they were only able to be together on weekends. At first, Sandy was moderately disappointed with the arrangements; her weeknights were lonely and she didn't like sleeping alone. But she was surprised at how rapidly she adjusted.
They had married six years ago, just two years after Sandy had graduated college and gone to work in the personnel department of a large insurance firm. David, an electronic engineer, was evidently some kind of whiz kid; he even had one invention that was waiting on a patent. His charming good looks, energy, and quick, humorous way had appealed strongly to her after a frustrating sequence of bad dates, both blind and otherwise. He was obviously going to go somewhere in his field and when he proposed after three months of dating, Sandy said yes without hesitation. Now, however, after six years of marriage, Sandy was feeling a cloud of dissatisfaction drift into her life.
David was sweet, even romantic from time to time, but not the least bit exciting. He seemed satisfied with a life copied on his parents' life: quiet, even, without ripples let alone waves. Slowly, Sandy found out that David's energy did not extend to the bedroom. He was loving, affectionate, and considerate --- but the first exciting blush of sexual passion had cooled after a year and they came together now only on weekends and not always then. When they did, David was not energetic and certainly not inventive or adventurous.
Sandy had been adventurous both during her years on the campus and after. She had had several lovers, most of whom would have been placed in the "bad boys" column. She even took up with a biker for about six months and stayed at the gang's house from time to time until he got abusive and she walked out. Sex with all of her lovers was wild, creative and full of raw lust or they didn't get a second chance. But when David proposed, she tried to tell herself that she was ready for a lower keyed domestic life, that her wild oats days were over and out of her system and it had worked for more than five years. Then she met Rod.
Ten days before this evening for which she was so carefully preparing, Sandy and David had been invited to a Saturday night neighborhood party and political evening that Rod Jameson and his very fashionable wife, JoEllen, had hosted. It was only the second social event that Sandy and David had been invited to in the new neighborhood and they went more in hope of making new friends than from any political commitment.
She remembered the overwhelming first impression Rod had made on her that evening. He was what Sandy had always called "a handsome older man." He was at least fifty, maybe more. It was difficult to tell because he was also tall, at least three inches above six feet with massive shoulders and a trim waist. As if that weren't enough, his face and especially his eyes caused something to stir in a deep part of her, something that had been asleep for a long time. Suddenly she felt restless in a way she had not felt since her marriage to David. It occurred to her with a flash that she knew what Rod was --- a "bad boy" who had gone straight! And she could swear that she had seen him eyeing her bottom and smiling to him self as she crossed the room to the drinks table.
She took a seat on the sofa in the living room and watched the crowd around her. David was already deep in animated conversation with two other men on the far side of the room. Judging from their gestures and expressions the topic was either politics or sports. She was just about to get up and go find someone to talk to when Rod appeared leaning over her with a tray of canapes. A wide smile cracked his face and crinkled the lines at the edges of his eyes. She remembered thinking,
My God, but he's handsome!
"Do you want some?" Rod asked, offering the tray. The gleam in his eyes and the smile at the corners of his mouth were enough to make his double meaning clear. Sandy felt the hot burn of her flush rise along her neck and suffuse her cheeks and she knew it was not embarrassment but excitement. Fires long banked inside her had put out a small, tentative flame. She could smother it or ---
"Oh," she said taking a cracker from the tray and looking straight into Rod's eyes, "Yes, I believe I do! --- Thank you! Mm! Anchovies! I wasn't expecting anything so --- strong!"
Rod held her eyes for a few moments more, long enough to make certain they were on the same wavelength and cause her blush to burn even brighter. Their hands touched, a deliberate effort on his part, she knew, but the electricity that coursed through her arm and into her stomach made it doubly welcome. Rod straightened with a smile of acknowledgement and went off to other guests.
Suddenly, she was overwhelmed by what she had done. She had deliberately led him on. A twinge of guilt curled into her mind but she quickly erased it in favor of the rush she was still feeling. David's lack of interest had opened the door; he couldn't blame her if she walked through it. She felt like Sandy again, not Sandy Waller, David's wife, but just Sandy like when she was in college and for the first two years after graduation before she married David. She felt --- single!
Later, after the party had settled into a low buzz and she and David had eaten and he had been drawn off into another conversation, she took a tall cool drink and wandered out to the patio. It was a warm night with a cool breeze that felt sensuously wonderful after the heat of the day. The tiki torches kept the insects at bay and she inhaled deeply of the night air, softly scented with some flower. She heard the sliding door open and close again and there was Rod. A tingle began in her fingers and a delicious wave of danger and naughtiness spread out from her center.
Neither of them said a word. Rod took her drink from her, placed it on the patio table, then took her hand and led her into the shadows by a vine-covered trellis. He pulled her into his arms and covered her mouth with his. It was a long, soft Hollywood kiss, lips alone, no tongues and it left her breathless and burning for another. His arms were every bit as powerful as they looked and his overwhelming size alone would have driven every thought of resistance out of her if she had had any such thoughts which she hadn't. She returned his kiss with interest and when they broke she looked up directly into his eyes hoping he would see the invitation that lay there. He did. The second kiss was longer and deep; their tongues slipped eagerly over each other and Sandy felt the unmistakable hint of moisture under her panties. The hint became a howl as Rod's hand descended to her bottom, cupped one cheek and lifted and squeezed.
"My God, you're a hot little bundle," he breathed when the kiss finally ended. Sandy adjusted her leg against him and found the bulge that she knew would be there.
You think I'm hot?
she thought,
Lover, you don't know the half of it!
She pressed her thigh against the bulge and moved it slowly. When Rod attempted to slip his hand inside her dress seeking her breast, she pulled back.
"No more," she whispered, her voice thick with awakened lust, "I have a husband inside and I need to get back."
"Can I call you?"
"I'll leave my office number beside your phone in the hallway." And with that she went into the living room, found David, and announced that it was time to go. While he extracted himself from the conversation, she went to the hallway and left her number on the second page of the pad.
