Summary: Perhaps it's the ultimate sexual gift a woman could give to her husband... Hayley gives Steven the keys to the kingdom, a pill that makes her comply with whatever fantasies he is willing to attempt, and at the same time, show that she trusts his judgment completely, because she won't remember a thing afterwards.
This is Chapter 2 of 3.
Pill Two:
It was like mailing a gift. You might think the recipient will open it immediately, but sometimes they get lost in the mail or misplaced. Pill #2 was up to Steven, and to her frustration, he didn't use it the following weekend as she had expected. As it turned out, it was a more than a month later, when one of Steven's coworkers loaned them his mountain cabin for the weekend near Gatlinburg, TN. It was a rustic A-frame that made up for its lack of size with perfect coziness. They had stayed there once before, and she was glad to have the opportunity to go again. The best feature was that although all the mountains in that area seemed littered with cabins, this one had privacy, at least in the direction the windows and porch faced.
They arrived Friday evening, somewhat tired. It had been a hectic day for them both, leaving later than expected with some unresolved work issues with Steven, packing, the drive, the curvy mountain roads, stopping for a few things to eat in the cabin... After unloading their luggage and food, they paused long enough to go onto the porch briefly to enjoy the night air, even if it was too dark to see much. There was a chill in the area and a peaceful quiet, but it was a short appreciation before going to bed where they snuggled briefly and quickly fell asleep.
They had bought a few things for breakfast, but Steven was eager for local pancakes. As they were getting dressed, he surprised her by asking her to take the pill. She would have guessed that he would have waited until late afternoon or evening, but... the choice was up to him.
Again, he chose her outfit for the day, which included a stretch mini, another vintage find from a drawer, but it was not as short as the one he had selected before and landed comparatively modestly at mid-thigh. And he gave her the same halter top as before. He had rounded out her ensemble with a G-string, a strapless bra and white sneakers. It was already autumn, and the temperatures in the mountains were probably 10 degrees cooler than at home. But the forecast was for an unseasonably warm day from late morning to the afternoon, which was of no help as yet. The chill gave her the goosebumps when she stepped outside, and, Steven was happy to point out, hardened her nipples.
After parking, they walked down the main street of Gatlinburg, where many people were also active, searching for restaurants or coffee it seemed. She knew she was quite a vision, especially for that time of day, but Gatlinburg had a knack for attracting skimpily clad people, especially those that didn't have the figure for it. She and Steven had agreed upon that observation during their last visit. People were either like them, enjoying a sexy fling or, more likely, no self-awareness.
But aside from a few disapproving shakes of the head from the senior citizen crowd, she didn't feel too conspicuous. Rather, she felt conspicuous enough. Tight clothes and a good figure could, and should, do that.
They made their way to the Original Pancake House for breakfast. It took a half hour just to be seated, and Hayley postured a bit during the wait when she observed a couple men trying to be discreet about checking her out. The wait was worth it. The strawberry pancakes were good, and the fruit was fresh.
She and Steven enjoyed general conversation, seated at a small booth for two where they could manage to hear each other above the din. She enjoyed chatting with him. In fact, their ability to chat and not default to checking cell phones when together was a gut check for their relationship. Still, the anticipation was getting to her, and they were done with breakfast. So...
"Obviously, when you told me to bring the pill on the trip, I knew I'd be taking it at some point. But I expected it maybe later tonight."
"Curious, are you?" He asked. "Well, I thought about that. But I want you to remember some of this trip, and besides, why should I have to wait all day?"
"No reason at all," she said, smiling. Okay then, what's up for wish #2?"
"Good try! That way you might remember what I tell you?"
"Well, you can't blame me. You show your wife a few pictures of her naked in the house, in a parking lot, in the car and at a gas station... it does beg for filling in the details."
"I can see that. You'll just have to be satisfied that turned out pretty well, right? Do you feel the effects of the pill now?" he asked.
"Not that I can tell. I don't recall feeling effects the last time, either. I get turned on by just the idea of the pill, never mind what may come. I guess you'll have to try me."
"Okay, go to the restroom. I'll meet you at the entrance. Bring me the G-string."
She understood, and she needed to go to the restroom anyway. "It's hardly worth taking off, but okay. Is this the way it works? I just obey whatever you say?"
Steven smiled. "Yes, perfectly. You might pause briefly, but then off you go and do it. Now, off you go and do it."
As she walked down the street with Steven, the net result was that she felt only very slightly more ventilated down there. She'd gone in public without panties before, and while it didn't turn her on necessarily, sexy thoughts were more frequent. As for her skirt, it was a fun thought to wonder "if they knew," all those people that glanced her way or followed behind them as they walked down the street. The skirt showed every curve clearly, and if they looked, they wouldn't see panty lines... Of course, they would have only been barely visible before.
Steven turned to a side street and entered a shoe store. Hayley knew that this was no accident; she should have guessed it, actually. No underwear, short skirt. A shoe store, of course! She had forgotten about this "interest" of his. Steven had told her years earlier that this was the first "Penthouse Letters" story he had read, about a woman flashing a shoe salesman. At least she knew what was ahead, and the thought warmed her up a bit. Maybe she even blushed.
The store had a variety of shoes, for men and women. Many of the shoes were hiking related, although they had a variety of sneakers and out-of-season sandals as well.
"Good morning! May I help you?" The salesman behind the counter looked surprised that anyone would be there that soon after opening.
"We're just looking for now," said Steven.
"Okay, my name is Keith. Just let me know if you need me," he said, as his eyes fell from her eyes to check out the rest of her body.
"Okay, thanks," Steven said. "We probably will in a bit. Hayley, pick out a pair you like."
"Does it matter what type?"
"You might look at a hiking boot or something suitable for walking some trails."
She looked over the wall displays for a time and chose a Timberland model which had a measure of ruggedness with stylish seams. She had hardly turned to find the salesmen, when he came over to help. "Do you have this in size 8?" she asked.
