were so comfortable that she wanted to stand in the shower forever. Lifting her hands over her head, she cupped them around the spigot, letting the water pour rather than blast along her silky smooth flesh, trickling down her arms and around her breasts, flowing along her belly and washing her thighs and shapely legs. She lathered her soap again and again, never becoming bored at rinsing the bubbles from up between her legs, and as the hot water relaxed her tense muscles, she massaged her thighs and breasts, reveling in the loosening of her tight skin. She allowed her mind to drift in the languid feeling. She had never met Roy, Larry's boss, though Larry had told her quite a bit about him. They had met once or twice when Larry had come to Courtland looking for a job as an executive at the plastic's plant, and the two men had hit it off right away. Larry hardly talked about Susan, Roy's wife, but if half of what Larry had said about Roy was true, Susan would be something special. According to Larry, Roy had impeccable taste and would settle for nothing less than the best in everything. She was really looking forward to meeting the couple, and as they lived less than a nine away, Ann figured that they would be seeing a lot of each other.
Finally stepping from the shower, she toweled down and, in a fit of giggly boldness, walked the eight feet from the bathroom to her bedroom in the nude, feeling invigorated as the air whipped at her naked body. Walking to her closet, she looked at the mass of dresses she had hanging up, trying to decide what she should wear. Larry had told her to look her best, and that meant to wear something that was revealing as possible without being actually under-dressed. Looking through her wardrobe, she finally decided on a sky-blue chiffon dress, one that she had worn only twice in her life, and only on special occasions. It had a low, revealing neckline that showed much of her breasts, and the bottom hem was a very sexy four inches above her knees. As she slipped into her pink panties, she started to put her bra on, but remembered that she could not wear a bra with the dress she had chosen. Far too much of the lace would show. At first she was a little hesitant of wearing something that revealing, but she put it out of her mind. Her husband wanted her to look her best, and she knew that she would if she wore the dress. Slipping the flimsy clothing over her head, she ran her hands along the cloth to remove the slight wrinkles. She had put on a pound or two since she last wore it, and while it was hardly enough to ruin her shapely curves, it was enough to make the dress tighter on her body, showing beautifully every curve of her luscious body.
Sitting in front of her mirror, she brushed her hair, noticing that she hardly had to move at all to expose the red nipples of her full and fleshy breasts, and she found her gaze fixing on the glans. Each movement of her arms through her full, long hair rubbed the sensitive breast buds against the soft cloth, and she was feeling, against her will, a low, smoldering fire coursing through her body. It made her feel more and more excited, and by the time she had finished brushing her hair and rimming her lips with a flesh colored lipstick, she was looking at herself in the mirror, she gasped at her sensual beauty. She was very proud of her body, but even she was surprised at how good she looked. Her breasts jutted from her chest, barely covered by the skimpy cloth, and her legs were like tanned pillars underneath her nylons. Slipping her feet into her high heels, she gave her hair one final brush, and, as she heard the doorbell ring, sighed.
Gracefully gliding down the stairs to the door, she gave her hair one final touch up before opening the door. Larry was standing in front of the two other people, and as soon as he saw his wife, he gave a little whistle and nodded slightly to her, indicating his approval of her attire. Walking into the living room, he was followed by a man and a woman.
'Honey,' said Larry, turning to the couple behind him, 'I'd like you to meet Roy and his wife, Susan. People, this is Ann.'
Roy's eyes were fixed on the nearly exposed breasts of Larry's wife, and Ann could feel a little shiver run along her spine as she watched him lewdly smile, as though he were stripping her with his cues and loving what he saw. As Larry walked from the living room to the dining room, Ann followed, somewhat glad to be away from Roy's lewd stare. She wished she had worn something a little less revealing, but it was too late to change anything now, and besides, she thought to herself, she was probably imagining things. Susan was hardly a woman to be snubbed for her lack of beauty. A shade taller than Ann, she wore her bright red hair very well, and her dress was even more revealing than Ann's, the plunging neckline cutting her black velvet gown nearly in half, and the inner slit ran all the way from her ankles to the middle of her thigh. It was much tighter on her than Ann's was, and Ann finally realized that Roy must have been looking at her out of appreciation, much the same way Larry was gazing at Susan now.
'As soon as Karen and David come down,' said Ann to break the ice, 'we can eat.'
'You have two children living here?' asked Roy, removing his eyes from Ann's curvaceous body and lighting a cigarette. 'Larry told me that you only had a son.'
'Karen is my niece,' offered Larry. 'She's going to the college in the fall, and she asked if she could stay here, with us until school began. We saw no reason not to have her here. After all,' he said, lighting a cigarette of his own, 'this house is pretty big.'
As soon as he finished explaining, David and Karen bounded into the dining room, and the six of them sat down to eat.
'Dinner was absolutely superb,' said Roy as he pushed his chair away from the table in total satisfaction.
'Thank you,' said Ann, lowering her head and blushing at the compliment.
'It sure was, Mom,' offered David. 'I don't think I could eat another bite. May I be excused?'
'Where are you going, son?' asked Larry, aware of David's hostility toward him.
'Oh, I thought I might go outside and run around, try to work off all this food,' answered David in a tone of friendliness that surprised both Ann and Larry. Perhaps the boy was beginning to accept his step-father after all.
'Okay, David,' said Ann. 'Don't stay out too late.'
'May I be excused too, Mrs. Dolan?' Karen asked. 'I think it might be nice to go running with David.'
'Well-l-l,' said Roy, 'the two younger people want to be alone. Well, let me tell you, there's nothing like a night to go walking in.'
'We'll be running,' said David, hardly able to control his embarrassment.
'Of course, David,' said Roy. 'Well, Karen, you don't let him run too fast.'
Karen winked at the guest and walked out of the room behind David. As soon as they were out of the house, Ann looked to Larry.
'I don't think I like the idea of the two of them being alone together,' she said.
'Aww, come on, honey,' soothed Larry as he stood up from the table. 'Young people have to get their fun too, you know.'
'That's right, Ann,' said Susan. 'After all, David is becoming a young man. It's high time he took an interest in the opposite sex.'
'I… I guess I still think of him as my little baby,' stammered Ann.
'Hey, everybody,' said Larry in a jubilant voice. 'Who wants to see some of the movies we took while Ann and I were on our honeymoon?'
'Oh, now really, Larry,' said Ann as she cleared off the table. 'I'm sure that they would be bored by our home movies.'
'Quite the contrary, Ann,' volunteered Roy, 'we would very much like to see them.'
'There, you see,' said Larry. 'Come on. You can do the dishes later. Besides, you haven't seen them either, honey.'
The idea of washing the dishes was hardly welcome to Ann, and it was true that she hadn't seen them. She walked into the living room and sat between Roy and Susan while Larry set up the screen and projector. Turning out the lights, he sat next to Susan and prepared to watch.
'Hey, where ya goin'?' asked David in a whisper as he followed Karen to a window against the living room door.
