"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!
