At one point, while crossing the street, the sexually frustrated young wife almost tripped over a rut in the sidewalk street, and her papers went flying all over the intersection! Great! All she needed was to go back and say, 'Sorry, guys, but I just lost your report!' Oh, that would go over really well. If it hadn't been for the older man next to her who managed to catch all but two pages, she'd have been an ex-secretary. As it was, she had half glanced behind her to see him observing the spectacle she was thoughtlessly offering him in her bent-over position. Though she had immediately straightened and turned to glare at him, despite his life-saving catch, his elderly, lecherous smirk as she walked on past her only seemed to add unneeded fuel to the already glowing bed of coals smoldering in the hot, fluid hearth of her.
When she finally found Instant Press, a small building set off from the street brightly decorated in red, white and blue, she discovered that only the errand boy was there to fill her order.
'The boss'll be back later, lady – it'll be about two hours, I'd say. But if you want I'll be happy to fill it for you. Three copies you say?'
'That's right… oh, is there any chance you could deliver this to my house? You see, lad, this is a dire situation I'm in, and it would save my life… my job at least if you could get this order to my house later today.' Emphasizing her helplessly needful situation, she leaned her elbows on the counter in a weary gesture, perhaps to egg him on. She could tell after she'd bent down to fill out the order form that his youthfully bugging blue eyes had briefly fed on the unexpected, engaging sight. His good looking teenage mouth was agape, his smooth, fair cheeks a flushed crimson.
Lord, it was absolutely absurd to work one's self into such a lewd state, she berated herself teasingly. But she couldn't help it, either… there was something erotically exciting about it, being caught up in such a lascivious mood right out in public… before God and everyone and in broad daylight.
'I'll have this to you as soon as the boss comes back, ma'am. You fill out the form? Okay, I'll be over to your office real soon…'
'Oh, that's not my office address, dear; that's my home address.' Her eyelashes fluttered and she perched her hand on one hip. 'But I'll be there in just a few minutes. And thank you, dear, you've saved my life.' With a warm pat, she rested her hand on his, and for a brief moment she was tempted to jump over that counter and plant one on his full lush lips. But what normal woman would ever set out to lure a boy when she could have a man, not that the choice had been offered to her as of late, she realized with a throaty moan.
'Thank you… what's your name?'
'Eddie…'
'… Eddie,' she warmly smiled at him as he raced around the corner to open the door for her. Girlishly, she waved at him through the glass window pane, though his face was blocked by the poster covering the far corner of the glass. Instinctively, she knew he was still watching her and she made an extra effort to take salacious long strides for the duration of the block.
Damn, he was a sweet, young dream, the infused blonde wife reflected most of the way to her car. Some lucky girl either was, or was going to be made mighty happy with that young darling crawling between her legs… Lord… if she didn't stop thinking like this she was going to be a mess of frayed nerves before the day was over! And it was her own fault, too! Her scheme had worked with George… at least she knew his taunting remarks had been sincerely founded… then, dammit, she'd blown the whole thing, telling him she had to work. Damn, he knew it was a lie! What she needed was a drink.
The ride home was brief and uneventful in reality, the fantasy side of her mind feasting off the events of the day. Oh, thank the Lord there were only twenty-four hours in a day! Perhaps a good night's sleep would quell that surging loneliness up there between her legs.
After hanging up her coat, Ann made a bee-line for the liquor cabinet and mixed a martini. With this fortification, she took out a roast from the refrigerator and plopped it in a dutch oven and set the timer. Thank God for modern conveniences, she mused as she sipped ravenously at the martini.
How should she act the next day in front of Dr. Everett? Cool, aloof? As if nothing had happened? Should she let him make the next move, which she was almost positive he would? Yes, of course, what kind of a hussy was she to go chasing after her husband's colleague. ADULTERY! The word flashed electric red in her mind. My God, she'd never thought of it in those lurid terms before. But it was against the law, against every moral fiber in her soul. Why had she entertained such a fantasy? The truth was, she knew but would not admit, was that she was afraid… a professorial husband on Pill Hill was status, security, travel… but dull as hell.
'Hey, you're not the whore that you pretend to be,' she said aloud. And mentally: though if anyone knew the way you're aching inside for some good hard cock, they'd never guess it! Maybe a good hot bath to calm the fires before the genius comes home and you find yourself trying to seduce the poor old fool just to be frustrated again. On second thought, maybe I'd better do it myself – that way I'll make sure the job gets done.
A tiny ripple of sexual excitement added a new emotional arousal of the sizzling agitation already stewing in her soft belly and hot, moistened loins. Determined, she attacked the wine bottle this time, carrying a cool goblet of white wine into the bathroom with her. Then she stripped naked.
In the bathroom she wound her long blonde hair into a knot, and started to draw water as she sipped at her wine, the alcohol beginning to effectively warm her. Her sultry blue eyes glancing at her white nakedness reflected in the full length mirror and glimmered narcistically as a tiny ripply sensation of pleasure flittered through her voluptuous, twenty-two year old body. For a moment, she stood unmoving, admiring her sensually harmonious curves, her full, pink nippled breasts and slender waist, the sweeping flow of her arched hips into the long, white columns of her smooth, rounded thighs and tapering calves.
Dr. George Everett, wouldn't you love to see what I'm looking at right now? Nothing short of an erotically pleasing sight, I'd say? How would I fit into your research, honey… the sex-crazed housewife? The masturbating bitch?
She let her eyes sensually caress the secret ivory-like outline that her slim halter had left across the resilient mounds of her uptilted, full young breasts, and below where her tiny bikini had cupped the curved moons of her satiny firm buttocks. But it was the milky-white of her generous hips and lower belly where the silken triangle of sparse, golden curls began to sprinkle over her cuntal mound that invariably fired her excitement.
God, would she do it first, right there in front of the mirror… or in the bathtub… or on the bed?
The harsh sound of the front door broke her thoughts. Now who could that be? Irritably, she looked for something to put around her, finally settling for a beach towel. Ah, it would do in a pinch, she decided since it covered enough of her so that she could peek around the door and see what whoever it was wanted.
A stimulating little tingle raced through her at the recognition of Eddie, from Instant Press, with his clean, youthful smile. She clutched the towel to her breasts and stepped behind the door, letting him in.
'Mrs. Dexter…? Here… here's your copies. All three sets. Made them myself. We billed it to your husband's account.'
For a moment, Ann stared at him in surprise. 'My, that was fast! Oh, thank God! You've saved my job.' Her knuckles were regaining their color now as she loosened her fist-tight grip on the towel, suddenly remembering with mixed emotions, that she wore nothing beneath.
'Won't you come in, Eddie and have something to drink? An iced tea maybe?'
'Oh, no, but thank you, Mrs. Dexter. I have to get back to the shop and clean up yet before I can leave. This was just a little extra job I took on. Now if you'll sign this, I'll be on my way…'
'Wait a minute,' rebuked the young blonde impetuously grabbing his arm. 'Why don't you stay for just a minute while I look through these copies.'
The young teenager looked anxious, but God, with a half-naked lady asking him to come in, what could he say, but…
'Okay, if you insist… I could use something to drink,' he said, passing close to her, his arm lightly brushing the tip of one sensitive breast behind the white, fuzzy towel covering her, raising a sparkling little ripple in her soft belly. In response, the young woman pulled the hardly adequate towel around her aroused nakedness, smiling at him as he timidly looked at her. His face was flushing as it had in the store earlier. He'd noticed the soft, erotic contact, too!
She gestured toward the chair as she moved toward the refrigerator, but he didn't sit. God, she felt certain his pale blue eyes were avidly traveling the length of her near-naked body, imagining beyond the single garment, wondering what, if anything, she wore beneath it. Or… or was she letting her overly keyed-up imagination run away with her? She poured a glass of ice tea, spicing it with a teaspoon of sugar and a slice of lemon, and offered
