From Chapter 3:
"She looked so beautiful. She was wearing a yellow sun dress. Her hair was pulled back in to a pony tail which allowed a view of her slim, sexy, ever so kissable looking neck. The soft morning sun rays passing through the window shining on her beautiful smile and deep blue eyes made her look so angelic. So beautiful. So perfect."
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When I arrived at her house, she must have been watching for me. She opened the door as I was walking up the side walk. Once inside the house, she greeted me with a long hug and a kiss on the lips. I could taste wine in her kiss. I could also feel that she was braless under her dress.
She still had her yellow sun dress on, but she had removed her hair from the pony tail. Her hair flowed softly down her neck and over her shoulders. The yellow of her dress enhanced her beauty. Roseanne was right, something about a woman with a suntan and wearing a yellow dress draws my attention.
She invited me into the kitchen. She served hamburgers and fries. She apologized that it wasn't anything fancier. I told her it was fine. While we ate, Lesley asked how Roseanne was doing.
"Other than going nuts because she can't have a cigarette, I think she will do fine," I said.
"Is she coming home tomorrow?" Lesley asked.
"Most likely. I plan on going to the hospital around 10:00am. They probably won't have the release papers done much sooner than that," I replied.
Lesley suggested that she go with me and we take her car. It will probably be too hard for Roseanne to get in to and out of my "monster trucks." I laughed at her remark about my "monster trucks". I have a 4WD truck and Roseanne has a Blazer. Lesley was right though, it would probably be difficult for Roseanne to get in and out of them.
"What time do you want me to pick you up?" Lesley enquired.
"Between 9:00 and 9:30 should give us enough time to get there around 10:00. Thank you, I appreciate it," I said.
After we ate, she asked me if I wanted to stay a while and watch a movie or something. I told her that sounded nice. So, we made our way to the living room. I noticed an open bottle of wine, half consumed, sitting on an end stand. There was a partial glass of wine sitting next to it. On the coffee table was the book,
Fifty Shades of Grey.
Lesley sat on the sofa and patted the cushion beside her as an indication for me to sit next to her. Shortly after I sat down she reached across my lap to fetch the glass of wine on the end stand. As she reached, her braless breasts pressed into my manhood. I felt an immediate stir in my groin.
She took a sip of wine and said, "Oh, how selfish of me. Would you like a glass of wine?"
"Just one," I said.
She got up and performed a few Salsa steps to the china cabinet to get me a glass. The wine glasses were hanging high inside the cabinet. She had to stand up on tip toes to reach them. Her dress seductively slid up her thighs to her butt cheeks, revealing her panties. They were the same shade of yellow as her dress.
After retrieving the glass, while returning to the sofa, she held the wine glass out with an extended arm. This time she was doing the Tango. Her braless breasts jiggled rhythmically with her dance moves. Her nipples seemed to grow harder and longer with each bounce of her breasts.
I had a feeling that the half-consumed bottle of wine was consumed by her and it was starting to take effect.
She poured me a glass of wine and then topped her glass off.
She sat down next to me, so close that she was almost on my lap.
"This is nice," she said, "You want to see something?"
She picked up the book on the coffee table. She brushed her hand over the cover so fondly. "I just love this story. Al would kill me if he knew I was reading it. He would kill me if he knew I was drinking wine too," she confessed, "But what the Hell, I always live it up by reading a naughty book and drinking wine when he is out of town!!!"
She picked up the book and opened to the center most pages. Pressed for preservation between the pages was the daisy that I had given her earlier in the summer.
She delicately traced the daisy with her finger and said, "Johnny, this means more to me than any of the flowers that Al has ever given me during our 40 years of marriage."
She wiped the start of tear from her eye and then sipped some of her wine. "What do you want to watch on TV?" she then asked.
She picked up the remote and started searching the cable selections.
Sleeping With the Enemy.
Her reaction to that was, "NO, I do that every night!"
The Hunchback of Notre Dame.
"I think Lesley Ann Down stars in that. She is so pretty," Lesley said, and selected that movie to watch.
"I think
you
look like her Les," I said.
"Really?" she asked,
"Yes, I do," I reaffirmed her.
"You're Silly," she giggled, then kissed me on the cheek. "You're so sweet too. My sister is so lucky to have you," she added.
We started watching the movie. Within a few minutes of the movie, Lesley said, "Whew, this wine is getting to me. Do you mind if I lie down?"
Before I could answer, she had laid on her side and drew her legs and feet up on to the sofa. She tried to nestle her head on my lap, but the sofa was too short. Her head was actually resting on my crotch area. She kept nestling her head against my, now stirring manhood, to get comfortable.
She turned her head and looked at the growing outline in my jeans. She said to it, "Now you behave yourself!" Then she gently kissed the bulge in my jeans and returned her view back to the TV.
"How can he behave himself with you kissing him?" I hinted.
She said, "When your kids were little and you scolded them for being naughty, didn't you kiss them afterwards to reassure them that you still loved them?"
"Well, yeah," I answered.
"Well, there you have it then. Silly," she giggled.
