Susan glanced at her watch and hurried out to her white Ford Explorer, her heels clicking on the asphalt of the parking lot. She had arranged an early day from work and wanted to get home to her husband. David had the day off and she hoped to use the time to coax him into some long overdue love making.
She needed to get home before David decided head out to the golf course.
The drive home was quick since mid morning traffic was light. In fifteen minutes Susan was almost home when she eased her foot off the gas and onto the break, slowing her SUV. She looked out the driver's window at house, just three blocks from her own, that had become an eyesore. She stopped her vehicle and just stared at the lawn.
The house on either side had immaculate lawns and fresh paint. This house was a travesty. The unkempt, yellow patched lawn was covered with dandy lions and weeds. As president of the home owners association it was her duty to ensure that everyone in the neighborhood followed the rules. And the rules had a standard for lawns.
Susan was about to move on when she saw movement in the house. She decided to address this now! A quick face to face with the owner and she'd be on her way. Susan pulled over and parked her SUV across the street.
Susan made a quick check of her honey blond hair, streaked with blond highlights, brushing back a few strands that were loose. She checked her makeup and added a touch of shadow over her bright blue eyes. She touched up her lower lip with some very red lipstick then pressed her full lips together to spread it evenly, giving them a moist shine.
Susan habitually checked her appearance, constantly applying makeup. The more David ignored her at home the more she felt the need to pretty her self up. Eventually she stopped wearing paint suits and switched to skirts. Her flats evolved into heels. So far David hadn't noticed.
Susan slid out of her seat, her heels clicking as they landed on the sidewalk. She smoothed her royal blue skirt brushing a small piece of lint off. Barely reaching to her knees, it was the shortest skirt Susan owned but it showed off her shapely calves and slender ankles. Her round thighs and thick hips filled the skirt out showing every curve of her lower body. A body which didn't fit the super model mold, but was firm and taut none the less.
Susan had been uncomfortable while sitting at work, her hem rode so high! She had worn a pair of sheer nylon stockings that gave her legs an iridescent sheen. The super sheer stockings barely added any shade to her legs they were so fine. The hem rode up enough to show the welt of her stockings if she crossed her legs, and if she didn't keep her hands on her lap, her garters pressed through the tight skirt for all to see.
Susan normally wore pantyhose to work and had never worn stockings in public like this. Stockings were more comfortable than tights and they didn't cling to every bit of her. But men seemed drawn to stockings. Susan didn't realize how uncomfortable it would make her feel.
Susan noticed that several men's eyes had lingered on her shiny legs. A few men had come over to ask silly questions and Susan suspected they just wanted a peek, hoping to see her stocking top peek from under her skirt. Had she known they had this effect she would have just called in sick and waited for David to wake up.
Her plan had been to dress up so she could wow David. Susan thought that she'd go into work for a few hours to take care of the important tasks, then head home. She had no idea the attention she was going to draw at work.
Susan he felt good knowing she was turning heads. She was even drawing more attention then the other, younger, slimmer women at work. It had been a while since she had felt so sexy. Susan debated dressing like this every day. Maybe that's why David was ignoring her.
David had planned to slept in but should be awake by now. Susan knew that if she could draw the lust out of the men at work, surely, she could entice David into the bedroom. Or even on the couch! At this point she didn't care where, the kitchen table! She needed sex and for the two years of neglect from her husband to come to end. Masturbation in the tub just wasn't cutting it anymore.
One look at the lawn across the street brought her back to the task at hand. The residence of this house needed a warning and it would only take a moment to deliver it. Besides, David was never on time for anything. Susan just knew he was still in his underwear, flipping channels on the TV, probably grumbling because he could find nothing to watch. She had time to do this, and then she would hurry home and surprise him.
She fastened the button on her matching suit jacket, her large breasts pressing against the inside. The lapels of the jacket had pink trim and they crossed over her breasts, stretched out by her double Ds. The pale pink satin blouse underneath was stretched taught. She normally didn't wear clothes this tight but again, anything to get David to look up from his damn golf magazine.
Her last weapon to draw her husband's attention was a pair five inch heels. The heels were royal blue with a pink bow above the toe. The sling back and a small peep toe showed off her bright pink toenails and the darker reinforced areas of her stockings.
She knew David had a thing for feet. If he didn't look up when she walked in the door, she'd plant her foot between his legs and wiggle her toes. That should get his blood pumping. She'd never given him a foot job but she had practiced with her dildos and she felt ready to do what ever it would take. Susan was going to have sex with her husband even if she had to tie him down!
The ride in the car had stretched her undergarments into odd positions. Susan peeked around to make sure no one was looking, and then bent over to run her hands over her silky stockings. She checked them for any runs then hiked her skirt up and tugged the stockings back into place. She checked her garters and then pulled her skirt as low as it would go. For a brief moment anyone that could see her would have caught a wonderful show, but no one was around and Susan's brief indecency was over.
With her skirt back in place, Susan took two quick steps to the rear passenger door of her SUV, heels clicking loudly on the concrete. Susan often wore high heels to offset her short height and even though these were a bit higher than normal, she was comfortable walking in them. She opened her rear passenger door and slid a briefcase to the edge of the seat. She popped it open and found the files that listed all of the homes in the association and their owners.
Susan knew the house in question was listed to a Tom and Jenny Hill. Susan shut the briefcase and the truck door, then marched across the street to give Mr. Hill his first warning. She caught another glimpse of the movement inside the house. Assured that someone was home she quickened her pace and knocked on the door.
A man, Mr. Hill she assumed, opened the door. Susan's eyebrows shot up and her eyes widened, all Mr. Hill was wearing was a white bath towel wrapped loosely around his waist. Her cheeks flushed and she let out her breath in a soft sigh to keep her self from saying "Oh my!" The man's bare chest was hard and his rigid abs were clearly defined.
She couldn't help but stare at his chest and flat stomach. The towel was wrapped low around his waist and Susan admired the definition of his cut, lower abs. Susan often fantasied about men built like this. She dreamed of them taking her, roughly having sex with her, then leaving. But those were just fantasies. Susan wanted to get home to her husband. For now, Mr. Hill would be some nice eye candy to help her get into the mood.
While Susan ogled Mr. Hill, he took a good look at her. His eyes danced all over her body resting on her breasts momentarily only to flick back to her creamy legs. Susan noticed his stare and she became uncomfortable. The men at work had attempted to casually undress her with their eyes. Mr. Hill was striping her with his. An awkward pause fell over them.
