Sarah shopped carefully. She had made a careful note of Steve's measurements and she knew precisely what she was looking for.
He had great legs - many women would have been very jealous and it was a good job her pins were equally good. She knew, therefore, that he could get away with a short skirt, though she did not want him to look like a tart. He was 42, after all.
She went for the elegant look. She wanted him to look like her secretary or PA, which was exactly the role she had planned for him and so the choice of colours was also simple. Mainly black and white, with the odd grey item and the occasional small splash of red or gold by way of a decorative motif on a couple of tops.
By the time she'd finished, she had almost melted her plastic, but she was pleased with herself. She had a basic look for "Stephanie", as her husband would become from time to time, with enough changes of key items to last a week if required.
She made her way through the shopping centre to the car park, passing one of the popular city centre coffee shops. She glanced in the window and almost dropped her shopping. Bobby - her first husband, who she had not seen for years - was sitting at a window seat, sipping a latte and chatting on his mobile.
Everything seemed to go into slow motion as their eyes met. He didn't recognise her at first, but than his eyes widened and - still chatting on his phone - beckoned her in.
Her immediate impulse was to shake her head and walk on, but she was amazed to find herself turn and go into the shop.
"Babe!" cried Bobby, ending his call, "fancy seeing you. Been doing some retail therapy, then?"
"Oh - this," she said, nervously glancing at her shopping, "yes - yes."
They laughed, he ordered her a coffee and they chatted - at first just politely going through the motions of "how have you been", "you're looking great", "how long has it been", and so on.
After a while they lapsed into silence, Bobby just staring into her eyes. Sarah felt uncomfortable in the way he used to make her when they first met. She knew what that look meant. Bobby had a one-track mind and he was weighing up whether he could take her down that track with him all these years later.
"Bobby", she said, "Don't look at me like that. I know what you're up to and I am married - to someone else!"
He laughed, but kept staring at her.
"You know me too well, babe. Better than most, I guess. So you know what you're missing, too."
He laughed again and she smiled. She couldn't help but look at his trousers. Instinctively her eyes were drawn to where she knew she would detect an erection. Bobby always seemed to have a hard-on, and she remembered that he was well proportioned in that department. He had let her down in so many ways, but never when they fucked. He was a very big boy.
He saw her look and laughed again.
"Checking out the merchandise, babe? Still the same as ever. Yours whenever, you know that."
"Yes," she replied, regaining her composure, "but the trouble was Bobby, it was never just for me was it?"
With that she finished her coffee and picked up her shopping bags. Before she could stop him, Bobby slipped a business card into her hand.
"Anytime you want to get together, babe. Anytime. Number is on there. OK?" and he laughed again.
His phone rang and he spoke into it. Sarah took that as her cue to leave and smiling back at him she left the coffee shop and walked to her car, her legs a little unsteady and a distinct damp feeling between her legs.
Damn the bastard! she thought. He's done that to me again. Why does he do that! Fuck him!
Piling the shopping bags into the boot of her car she resolved to put Bobby out of her mind, but still slipped his card carefully into her purse, noting that it sat alongside the one she'd been given by Lorna the beautician.
Steve had been at a series of meetings through the day, wearing the panties Sarah had made him put on, underneath his light blue business suit.
They felt snug and really good and he was semi-erect all day.
There had only been one dodgy moment, when he went to the toilet and realised that he was about to open his fly while standing next to two of his colleagues. In case they clocked anything untoward, he managed to dive into a cubicle instead to pee in private.
On his way home, he pondered Sarah's change of sexual attitude and wondered what had triggered it. Unable to decide on any particular answer to that conundrum, he resolved that, whatever the reason, it amounted to some of the best sex he'd ever enjoyed, so why spoil it by worrying about why.
As he drove and pondered his good fortune, he saw Karen, the 19-year old daughter of the family next door but one waiting a bus stop. He would probably have stopped to offer her a lift anyway, but when he took in what she was wearing his mind was made up.
A light, cream, woollen zip-front top that hugged her beautiful tits, a stonewashed denim mini skirt, black tights and black pointed toe ankle-boots with tiny heels. She looked stunning.
When he stopped and sounded his horn, she first ignored him, but then checked into the car window and recognised Steve. Opening the door, she giggled.
"Sorry", she laughed, "didn't realise it was you. Could have been anyone, you know?"
They drove on and she merrily chatted on - about her job as a nursery nurse, about her boy friend that had just dumped her ("mug", thought Steve), about how her Mum and Dad didn't understand her, about her favourite music.
Steve just smiled, said "yes" occasionally, and kept glancing at her fantastic body. He felt his erection growing in the tight panties under his trousers and then realised that she had stopped talking.
