On the Friday Pippa had taken the entire day off to get ready and I should have done the same, as it seemed that ever hour took twice as long to pass as it normally does. Although I tried not to think of it, all I could think of during the day is imagine what might happen that evening. On the way home I began to worry that she had lost her nerve and changed her mind so I ran through the last few weeks to reassure myself. She had picked him out of the replies we received. She had liked him at the first meeting and at the second and when we went for a walk in the forest. Surely, having taken matters this far, she wouldn't stop new, would she?
When I got home Pippa was in the bedroom in her dressing gown and still preparing herself. She had been to the hairdresser and had her hair highlighted as well as cut and had her make up professionally done plus nail extensions put on and her nails painted. She was putting a lot of effort into ensuring that he fancied her. She wanted to know how she looked and I suggested she take off her dressing gown so I could have a look. I made her turn round and round slowly. Her transformation from average housewife to sex kitten was certainly getting there. All those weeks of exercise and dieting had made her body trim and firm. I certainly fancied her. I told her she looked fabulous and that he'd have to be gay not to want her. She glowed. I tried to give her a kiss but she turned her head away and said she didn't want me to smudge her lipstick. I looked at the bedside clock. Two and a half-hours yet, before we were to meet up with him.
I went downstairs trying to find something else to do. I went into the kitchen and looked through the fridge and the cupboards. I don't really know why. I didn't feel like eating anyway. My stomach was fluttering and I felt strange, sort of sick and sort of excited. I couldn't explain it. I poured myself a glass of milk and drunk that instead. I went to the lounge window and looked down the road. The streetlights were now on and it was all quiet. It would be too dark by the time we returned for anyone to see who was with us.
Over the next two hours Pippa kept worrying about what she was going to wear. She had gone through what she was going to wear several times but now kept changing her mind. The issue of stockings came up again and I reminder her that we had already agreed that she wouldn't wear stockings as her idea was for me to take off her clothes and present her to him and my track record of getting her stockings off wasn't good. Keep it simple I reminder her and something I don't have to struggle with. I began to clock watch and pace. Come on, I thought. We need to get moving to get there on time. If we are late, he might decide that we weren't really going to do it and leave.
She came down and showed me what she had eventually chosen. A small black leather mini-skirt, which left nothing to the imagination and a blouse that, exposed her breasts and a small jacket. Dressed like that with the hair, make up and painted nails including I noticed her toe nails; she looked like a sexy temptress and nothing at all like my ordinary housewife Rachael.
Then we had the issue of the shoes. She wanted to wear her new red high-heeled shoes but she found she couldn't walk in them and they hurt her feet, I reminder her that there would be little walking involved. Get in our car, get to the meeting place, get in his car and guide him back home. Again my stomach did flip flops with excitement and worry, I was frightened at he same time thrilled and full of anticipation.
In the end we finally locked up and get in the car, reversed out of the driveway and then she started to worry she had forgotten something. We'll be back shortly anyway I said if he's still there by the time we get there. I raced alone the roads, then the bypass and onto the main road but not so fast as to get any unwanted attention from the police. We hadn't done anything wrong. I just didn't want the delay. I kept looking at the car clock and find the damn lay-by. The road seemed to go on forever and the parking place seemed to have moved miles from where it ought to have been. I also remembered that I should have filled the car up with fuel on the way home. The low fuel light was flashing but there should have been enough fuel left to get home and more.
Just 10 minutes late we found and drove into the lay-by. I could see it was the right one as the burger van was there, all locked up but where was he? Then I could just make out in the headlights that a car parked with its lights off. I pulled up at the side of it and breathed a small sign of relief when the car lights came on and there he was. Pippa got out and changed cars and told him to follow her directions. They moved off and I followed. I just hoped she remembered the right way. He didn't know where we were leading him.
The drive home was somewhat slower that my grand-prix race to get there. Back down to the roundabout onto the dual carriageway, into the centre of town, past the Supermarket, left at the Petrol Station, I should have stopped there for some fuel but I had to keep up with them. Turn by turn I followed. Finally, we approached the turning to our road. I stopped and watched them turn into the road then a few hundred yard and into the cul-de-sac. I would wait here for five minutes so he could drive up to our house and up the side of the house, out of sight. One minute, two, three, four. I couldn't wait for the fifth. Crazy with lust, excitement and fear, great fear,
I turned the key but other than the starter motor turning over, nothing happened. I tried again, again and again but still nothing was happening. Panic began to set in Please not now, I thought, not now, not now. It was only a short distance to the house. I'll leave the car here, it's safe enough and I'll get it in the morning. You sod, I thought as I locked the car
