Woman in White

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2018 - This is an original work by Zeb Carter and is protected under copyright by U.S. copyright law. It is only submitted at Literotica.Com and any submission to any other site has not been authorized by the Author.

Author's Note

: I wrote this little flash story quite some time ago, before 2006. It is short with no real character development. Also, if cheating wives aren't your thing, then don't read it. You have been warned.

Woman in White

John ~~~~

As I looked up from reading my paper, at the café where I have my morning coffee, the sight I beheld took my breath away. She wore a white pencil skirt suit, with a black transparent blouse, black nylon stockings, not pantyhose, black three-inch pumps, and a stylish wide-brimmed black hat. She looked fantastic as she walked toward me. Her legs were slender, hips, she actually had them, not too wide, her waist slim and her bust indeterminate, yet the suit coat bulged nicely. Her smile was radiant, her eyes covered in dark sunglasses.

The closer she came the more I thought she might be here to see me, alas, my hopes were dashed, when she stopped at the table just next to mine, bent over and kissed the gentleman sitting there on the cheek. Crestfallen, I shook my paper out and tried to get back to reading the daily goings-on. Try as I might, I just could not shake the vision of her walking toward me from my mind. Looking at her again, I notice this time the color of her hair. Dark brown, almost black and curly, god she was beautiful. I couldn't help but stare at the curve of her cheek, the pout of her lips as she spoke, the shape of her earlobe as a small gold hoop hung there.

Shaking my head, I reluctantly went back to reading my paper. Picking up my coffee I touch it to my lips, I knew it was cold. Setting it back down, I looked around for the waiter and nodded at him. He rushed over with a new cup of hot coffee setting it in front of me and taking away the old, cold cup. Try as I might, I just could not get back to my paper. My mind enthralled, kept returning to the vision of her walking toward me. The way she moved, yet didn't. The swish of her skirt as her legs moved inside.

Now that I sat so close to her, the tinkle of her laughter at the man she was with told her something she found amusing. Just that simple sound tugged at the strings in my heart, vibrating all the way down to my loins. Damn, I had to stop. She was here with another and I must behave myself. Her laughter filled the small courtyard of the café. I sighed with despair at the melodic sounds of her voice rising and falling as she laughed. I stared at my paper without seeing the print on the page. My only thought, her soft voice as she asked to sit with me.

Shaking my head, I looked up to see myself reflected in her glasses. Nodding, I rose to hold the chair next to me for her. She sat gracefully as I slid the chair under her. Shaking with anticipation, I sat looking at her. The gentleman she had been sitting with was gone. Without a word, I looked at her, cocking my head to the side slightly. Again, the air filled with her laughter as she placed her purse on the table in front of her. Silently, I raised my arm into the air and a waiter appeared with a cup of coffee for her. Nodding she smiled her appreciation as I just stared.

"My name..."

"Doesn't matter at the moment," I told her softly.

"Very well," she said with a little laugh. "My...friend, the man I was sitting with, noticed your interest in me as I walked up and I thought I would stop by and thank you. You have made an old woman very happy on her birthday."

"Old woman, I beg your pardon...you are very welcome."

"Oh, another compliment, you flatter me, sir, thank you again." This time she just smiled at me.

"If one might inquire, why do you think you are old?"

"Oh heavens, you aren't asking me my age?"

"Not at all my dear, just wondering how an obviously beautiful woman might come to think of herself as old is all," I said sighing.

Pulling her sunglasses slowly from her eyes, she looked down at the table a small smile curling her lips up at the ends. Slowly, her eye rose to meet mine, they were breathtaking. A clear brown with gold flecks surrounded with wonderful lashes and perfectly plucked eyebrows. She was magnificent. Yes, there were slight wrinkles at the corners of her eyes, yet they did not detract from her beauty.

"I am much older than you or anyone might think," she told me softly as she looked into my eyes.

"And I could say the same dear lady, yes I could," I spoke softly, not wanting to break the spell I found myself entwined.

We sat looking into each other's eyes, wondering, dreaming and thinking. A soft gust of wind almost taking her hat off her head finally did break the spell.

"Well, I must go, things to do you know," she smiled as her voice tinkled in my ears.

"May I call you?" I had to ask.

Smiling she took a card from her purse, handing it to me. Looking at the card, I was surprised what I saw written there.

"Be at that address tonight at eight sharp and we will get together for an after birthday party drink if you would like."

"It would be my pleasure," I said looking at the card, "Susan."

"And you are?"

"Oh, of course, how rude of me, I should be flogged..."

"No need, but if you would like maybe later tonight..."

"I was joking, my dear..."

"I wasn't..."

"Oh...never mind. I am John, John Silverman."

"Well, John it was delightful talking with you. See you tonight if you decide to...come," she said cocking her head to one side and smiling deviously.

"Well..." I cleared my throat. "I will definitely see you tonight at eight sharp. Thank you for introducing yourself to me. I have had a marvelous time just chatting with you."

"You are very welcome John, I'm glad I came over. You have been...interesting," she smiled rising.

I quickly rose to, took her hand in mine raising it to my lips and kissing the back of her hand gently. I heard a sigh escape her lips as I held her hand to my lips.

"Until later my dear Susan, until later," I told her smiling.

"Yes," she replied a slight shiver running through her body, "indeed."

Turning quickly, she hurried away toward the parking lot and out of my sight. She was just as delicious walking away. Picking up my forgotten paper, I walked toward the waiter. As I passed him, I handed him five bucks for our coffee and a tip. I was in a good mood and he could keep the two-fifty in change. Whistling to myself, I walked down the street toward my office and a full day's work.

* * * *

Susan ~~~~

Whatever in the world possessed me to go to his table, yet I am so glad I did, as tonight would be oh so interesting. Rushing to my car, I hurry on to work where I would have a long, long day, full of birthday wishes. As my day progressed, my thoughts returned again and again to John Silverman and my audacity, yet each time a shiver runs through my body. What I did was so out of character, so surprising. I just can't believe I invited a stranger to my home after most everyone else would have left. Even though it was Friday night, most of my friends would still be in bed by nine.

"Susan, happy birthday my dear," Shelly, my best friend told me as she sat down next to me shaking me out of my reverie.

"Thanks, Shell, but you know how I feel about birthdays, especially mine."

"Yeah, yeah, that's what you say every year. Who all did Kevin invite this year?"

"You and Garry, Linda and Dave, Burt and Ernie with Big Bird," I told her laughing. "The usual crowd and I'm sure Big Bird will make a complete fool of himself again this year."

We both laughed as we turned to our computer screens and got back to work.

"There will be one guest you have never met before, if he shows up," I told Shelly in hushed tones.

"Really, who?" Shelly asked.

"John Silverman," I told her smugly.

"Do I know him?"

"No, I just met him this morning when I stopped to have coffee with Kevin. Kevin bet I wouldn't go sit with him before I left."

"What?"

"This man, he is rather good looking, was admiring me as I approached Kevin's table. As Kevin and I talked, Kevin told me each time the man glanced my way. It was quite flattering. Then Kevin bet me I didn't have the never to thank him for his admiration. So, when Kevin left, I went over to John and thanked him. He was such the gentleman, on the spur of the moment I invited him to the party, only I told him to be there at eight."

"My god, Susan," Shelly whispered, fright in her eyes.

"You will be staying that late?"

"I don't know you know how Garry is about bedtime...of course, I will. I wouldn't miss this for all the tea in China. When does Mike get back from out of town?"

"Not until Sunday evening."

"So you'll have all weekend with this one then..."

"Shelly!"

"Only kidding dear," Shelly apologized laughing as she did so.

We both went back to work.

* * * *

John ~~~~

I sat in my car looking at the house she lived in, I don't know what she did for a living and I didn't care all that much, but she must be loaded. Not that I cared, it was just the house was in a very nice neighborhood and looked very big and very expensive. I couldn't for the life of me know why I was here, except that every time I closed my eyes today, I saw her walking toward me. A beautiful woman in a white suit and black pumps, a woman I found myself attracted to with such power that I just couldn't resist her.

Opening the car door, I climbed out, standing for a moment filled with indecision. The slamming of the door and my feet moving startled me. I was soon at the front door, finger ready to press the button that would ring the doorbell when the door magically opened. Her smiling face greeted me, eyes twinkling with excitement and apprehension.

"Ah, right on time, I like a gentleman who is punctual," she told me.

"I would never keep a lady as lovely as you waiting if I could help it," the words just tumbled out of my mouth.

So caught up in the moment of seeing her again I lost all ability to think coherently. She still had on the white skirt. She had discarded the coat and looked even more beautiful. Stepping into her house, I noticed the blouse actually was transparent. She was wearing a black bra under it though.

"Well come in then," she said stepping back from the door.

As I walked past her, I leaned in and gently kissed her on the cheek. She didn't flinch, just cleared her throat and closed the door behind me.

"You have a very nice house," I told her smiling, looking around the living room.

"Thank you, John. May I take your coat?"

"Yes, thank you," I said slipping my overcoat and suit coat off my shoulders.

Handing her the coats I stood waiting, looking around the living room. There were a group of pictures, snapshots, and portraits sitting on a shelf just inside the door. Looking casually, I saw Susan with a man, who I must assume was her husband and two young children. The man in the picture was not the man she had met at the café.

"John," Susan said softly as she touched my shoulder. Turning toward her, I smiled. "Come this way," she said heading for an archway that looked to lead into the kitchen. As we entered, a petite redhead was accompanying a rather tall gentleman toward the front door and jabbering up a storm.

"Garry, I will get a ride home from Sue or someone else or just stay the night, I'm just not ready to leave and besides, Susan is going to need some help cleaning up this mess, don't you think? Oh, John, so good of you to come," the redhead said to me as she stopped in front of me.

"Shelly," Susan whispered in my ear.

"Shelly, how nice to see you again," I said as if we were old friends.

These two were playing some sort of game and it looked like I was involved somehow.

"Garry, I want you to meet John. He's in the office frequently to see Susan," Shelly said.

"Ah, John, nice to meet you," Garry said extending his hand and looking quite confused.

"Garry, I've heard a lot about you from Shelly. All good, all good," I told him taking his hand firmly in mine.

"Okay, dear you better get going. I'll either be home later or tomorrow morning."

"If you're sure dear?" he asked her.

"I am. Good night," Shelly said standing on tiptoes to kiss Garry, who I assumed was her husband. "Love you."

"Love you too, dear," Garry replied opening the door and leaving.

"Well, now that's out of the way," Shelly said turning to me smiling. "Hello, I'm Shelly a friend of Susan's, glad to meet you, John."

Laughing I just nodded as I took her hand in mine and gently kissed the back. Shelly's smile became even bigger as my lips touched her skin. I don't know what kind of a ride I was in for, but it was looking to be a very interesting night. Susan grabbed my hand and led me into the kitchen.

"Drink?" she asked stopping in front of the fridge.

"Beer, please," I replied. Not being much of a drinker, beer was all I usually drank.

"Here you go," Susan said handing me an ice-cold bottle.

"Thanks. So Happy Birthday to the birthday girl," I said raising my bottle in toast to Susan.

"Girl, hardly," she replied seeming to be embarrassed.

There were still a few other guests scattered around the kitchen and dining room. They were all talking amongst themselves as we three stood in front of the fridge. I felt the two ladies were waiting for the others to leave, yet hoping they wouldn't. I took a big swig of my beer.

* * * *

Susan ~~~~

He had actually come. At eight sharp I opened the door, shocked to find him standing there just about to press the doorbell. I gasped and immediately smiled to cover my surprise and joy at him being there. I got him inside, took his coat and headed for the kitchen when Shelly and Garry heading for the front door swallowed us up sweeping us back to where we started. Shelly actually had the audacity to introduce John to Garry as an old friend, someone she saw quite frequently at work.

After Garry left, we were standing in the kitchen not knowing what to do next. I fixed Shelly and me another drink and just stood there with John, looking around. Then as if a bell had rung signaling the close of business, the other guest all filed past me on their way out. All wished me a Happy Birthday and gave me a kiss on the cheek and a gentle hug. Within minutes, the three of us were all alone in the house. I gasped when John stepped in close and took me in his arms, pressing his lips gently to mine.

"John," I huffed, my heart beating faster as he held me.

"I have wanted to do that since this morning. I hope you don't mind," he told me sincerity oozing in his voice.

"No, not really. Why don't we go into the den where we can sit?"

"Sure, why not. I've been on my feet all day. Sitting would be welcome," John told me, waving his hand for me to lead the way.

Turning, I almost ran into Shelly. She stood there with her mouth open, shock in her eyes and I could see her pulse pounding in her neck.

* * * *

Shelly ~~~~

Holy shit, I had just witnessed something I thought I would never, ever, see in my entire life. My best friend had just let a total stranger kiss her. My prude, happily married, friend, had just let a man she met this morning kiss her. I was shocked as she turned almost running me over. Pushing me around, she herded me into the den. I was walking in a daze, not knowing what would come next. I mean, I have done things like that and in front of her, but to have her do it in front of me, that was absurd.

Taking John's hand in hers, she led him to the long couch and they both sat. Susan had maneuvered John so he sat in the middle of the couch. Shaking my head, I moved to the couch and sat on his left side. Looking over John's shoulder at Susan, she winked at me, leaned over and kissed John. Hard. On the lips. I could feel the heat in my belly ignite. This is, was, what I lived for, sex with strangers, but Susan had never. Even with Kevin, yet here she was starting down the path, sober and with her eyes wide open.

Watching them kiss, I noticed John's hands start to roam, slowly, softly, gently. Up and down Susan's back. Soft, gentle caresses of her neck and face, John played her like a fine instrument. Susan's hands were not idle, one hand held his head while the other squeezed his arm, pulling at him as his hand played with her softly.

"Damn," Susan huffed as she pushed John away. "I'll be right back, Shelly entertain our guest until I return."

"Sue, are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

That was all I needed. I was in John's arms in an instant. Who he was, what he was, mattered not, he was a stranger and I wanted him. I pressed my lips to his with all the passion I felt at times like these. I grabbed his hand and pressed it to my breast, a loud sigh escaping my throat as he squeezed gently. I was in heaven as his hand softly caressed my breast and his tongue invaded my mouth. Opening my mouth to let his tongue explore, I moaned deep in my chest. Hand squeezing my breast, mouth covering mine, I floated along on my rising ecstasy.

Suddenly, his mouth was gone. Susan had returned and pulled his lips to hers. Slipping out of his arms, I let Susan slide right into them. Watching them, I smiled, nodding as I saw Susan had removed her bra. Her large, well they weren't all that large, but they were larger than mine, breasts showed clearly through her blouse. I sighed, leaned forward and started to unbuckle John's belt. He jerked slightly then settled down and let me accomplish my task. Slipping to the floor, I tugged at the waist. John lifted his hips letting me drag his pant down his leg. He wore boxes, my favorite kind.

Taking Susan's hand I moved it to his hardening cock. Jerking slightly, she moaned loudly as I pressed her palm to his dick. Removing my hand, Susan did not pull away and massaged John's cock through his shorts. Then Susan slipped her hand inside his boxers causing John to jump as her warm hand came into contact with his hot, hard cock. I sat back on the couch and leaned back against the arm to watch what happened next.

* * * *

Susan ~~~~

Damn that bitch

, I thought as I stroked John's cock inside his shorts. Shelly moved my hand to his crotch. When my hand found his semi-erect cock, my blood started to boil. I loved having a hard, throbbing cock in my hand and here I sat with a stranger's hard, throbbing cock in my hand. God, I was so hot. John's tongue was exploring my mouth as my fingers explored his hard shaft.

I couldn't take it anymore. I had to see it, watch my hand slide up and down the shaft, pulling the skin up to cover the head. Pulling away from John's lips, I looked down at his lap as I pulled his cock out of the slit in the front of his shorts. Almost as quickly, Shelly was tugging at the waistband of his shorts and John was lifting his ass off the couch. I had to release him for a moment, but he was soon back, in my hand. It felt so good to hold him, so good to stroke him. The male member always fascinated me each and every one of them was so much alike and so different at the same time. The one I now held, stroked, wasn't the biggest I have ever seen nor was it the smallest, but it fit my hand perfectly. I couldn't quite close my hand around him and to stroke him was a big movement. Watching my hand move up and down on John's cock, I also heard his moans and groans as I pleasured him.

This was my favorite part. Getting them to the verge and then surprising the hell out of them. I love surprises.

* * * *

John ~~~~