You hate Saturdays, always alone while Tim puts in the extra time he feels necessary to promote his career. Luckily you have learned to sleep late, letting half the day pass before awakening. Add to that the long hot bath, which you enjoy so much. Time spent preparing to meet the day, selecting the right look. It's usually after two before you leave the house. Seems like the errands grow every week. Cleaners, groceries, birthday presents, all roll into a long day fighting traffic out by the mall.
Still you do enjoy the shopping more now. Seeking out the finer lingerie departments, and the specialty shops. Everywhere you look now, you see outlets that before had gone unnoticed. Wisps of fabric clinging to anorexic mannequins placed with out regard to passersby, everywhere in the mall. Still they did prompt ideas in your new mind. Ideas that included play for a change. Ok, sexual play but at least play. Well almost.
It's been several weeks, and despite your manipulation you have been unable to elicit a response from Tim. Every night lying so close to that, which you desire so strongly, had left you almost empty inside. Even his gentle breathing in slumber irritates you. You two have talked less and less. You feel the doors of communication closing, perhaps for good. Still the love is there, but that is not enough.
"Ma'a" the sales girl startles you, "the gentleman asked me to pass this to you."
Another note the same as before. "Where, which one" you query, searching out the small shop.
You can tell from her perplexed look as she too scans the now empty shop.
"Well he was here just a second ago."
You turn to leave, to try to chase him down, and spy a single red rose wrapped in a very light blue pair of thong back panties setting on the counter.
Making your way out of the store you search both ways in the mall. No one looking back everyone normal, no one is moving swiftly away.
Back to the counter, you touch the rose and the panties. A smile crosses your lips. Purchasing them right then and there, you leave with the small bag, panties and the note tucked inside. A single red rose carried proudly before you, as if saying, see I am loved. Quickly you move to your parked car buried deep in the bowels of the mall. Heels clicking loudly as you rush over the concrete. Hand trembling as you try to get the key into the lock. Fumbling the door finally gives way. Collapsing into the seat you tear at the note. Eyes devouring every word on the page, as if it were your last meal.
Heart racing, you tell yourself you cannot comply. Yet deep within you know that you will. Already you are figuring out how to make it all happen. The way to get out alone, the excuses necessary. The embarrassment of going into that kind of store alone. All this floods over you, you reject it, and then sigh. You will comply. But tonight?
You race through town, completing the rest of your errands. Here and there the traffic always slowing you down. Finally home you carry in the groceries, go back for the cleaning, and the small bag, the rose, and the note. Now finally everything is put away. You find yourself sitting on the edge of the bed, re-reading the note. Can you do this? You check your watch, if you really hurry you can make it. Ok, the time is good, but can you actually do it.
You hustle into the shower, still not sure, but you are going to try. Quick shower, not much time for playing around. A grab at the razor, praying for no nicks or cuts, those hurt. The lather spread slowly. The blade against sensitive skin. This is so erotic.
The short hair filling the blade. Another few draws with the razor, and again smooth and clean. A quick rinse, and the same to both legs. Lucky this time, no injuries. You smile to yourself thinking back to high school, and all the nicks that you carried while learning to groom. You have become very proficient now, and the time necessary to get your legs smooth and soft is only a couple of moments. And even less for the more private areas, but a little extra time can be nice too.
The smooth silk of the panties moving over your newly shaven legs sends shivers through your body. Cheeks separated slightly to allow the thin band to rest itself against that most sensitive flesh. Quick trip to the mirror, a brush, and very little makeup. Heading down the stairs, you reach into the hall closet and extract the short thin beige coat with the belt. Standing before the hall mirror you watch in awe of yourself as the coat closes over nothing but the very thin light blue panties. The coat feels cool on the rest of your naked body.
Keys locking the door, and purse over your shoulder, you glance at your watch. Hoping the traffic is light, or there is no way you will make it. Naked body shivering in the cold coat, bare flesh felt against the cold car seat. A quick look around, the car into reverse, and out onto the tree-lined street in front of your house. Mind racing, for some unexplained reason you remember the first time you saw this avenue, and fell in love with the neighborhood.
You and Tim had been married almost a year. You were both growing tired of the little apartment that you had shared since marriage. Really it was Tim's "bachelor pad," but you had agreed to moving in there after your honeymoon, rather than looking for a new place right away. The space finally became too cramped, and you both agreed to look for another place. Strange though, Tim never seemed to have the time, and you had to do all the looking. Finally after six months you found the perfect home. One that you have lived in ever since. You are comfortable there. It feels like home.
One more right turn, and there it is. A large building almost blue in color with a flashing "adult" sign in front. This is one place you had never been to before. You caught yourself looking around the parking lot, checking to see if you recognized any of the cars. Or maybe worrying about your safety. The feel of the cold leather against your bare skin reminds you with a sudden start of how your dressed for this strange evening. Door open, legs pressed together, both moving as one, as you turn to step out of the little car. So far so good, nobody around, and no flashing on your part.
The heels a little wobbly as you move up the short flight of three stairs. You hands holding the long coat closed over your upper thighs. The cool evening breeze moving across your bare legs. "If nudity offends you" "adults only" signs blasts your senses. The words tacky and creepy come to mind as you reach for the handle.
You jump back as the door explodes open toward you. A stifled scream barely passes your lips. You stand in awe as perhaps the biggest man you have ever seen blocks out the doorway light and moves past you. A knowing smile, a curt nod, a whispered howdy "mam," as he moves to the side holding the door for you.
Video jackets everywhere, magazines piled on top of piles. Toys, dildos, vibrators, even handcuffs hanging on the walls. You move down one crowded aisle after another senses assailed by the various positions and contraptions, all captured on film. Looks range from boredom to ecstasy, captured on the faces on the actors. There are only a few people in the aisles besides you. At first you feel as though you are on display here, then you realize that each person is trying to ignore the other. Everyone there wants to be there, yet desire privacy and anonymity. Moving past a smallish man, thick glasses, and a runny nose, you make your way to the front counter.
The till is managed by a man with longish blonde hair good looking of sorts, but barely old enough to even be in the store. You approach as the note said, and announce slightly, "I'm Stacey."
The young man looks at you, "so" he queries?
"I was told to check at the counter," you reply, the heat rising in your cheeks.
"Oh, its you, thought you would have been here already" he stated while reaching down behind the counter.
