It was now two weeks after the night of the party, where I exposed myself and my desires. I had let it drift into the background of my life as a passing memory. Not thinking that I would be facing the result of that, if ever. It first started when I received a gift in the mail.
I had returned home from visiting my family for a week when I found that a slip from UPS that I had package that needed to be signed for. As I racked my brain trying to figure out what it could be I called UPS and found that they would be by today to drop off the package. I called to inform them that I would be at home all day. Then asked what time would they be making the delivery? I was told sometime that afternoon and remind me that I would have to sign for it. At that point I figured that it might be something from one of my family members. A present of some kind and didn't give it another thought, as I went about my day. Around 3 pm the doorbell rang and changed my world forever.
I opened the door to find the UPS deliver there. After a brief greeting she handed me the box which was about 2 ft. x 3 ft. a standard brown packing box. I carried the box to the dining room table and got a knife to cut the tape that held it closed. Intrigued and yet assuming that there was nothing special, just a present from one of my relatives. That was until I opened it and found that it was a box with in a box. The box was a white box about 2ft. x 3ft was inside without label or markings. Upon opening the box, I was greeted with the sight of rich purple tissue paper and the faintest scent of very expensive perfume. It fragrant was familiar and inviting. I inhaled deeply of it as I parted the sheets of paper. As I looked at what laid before me all I could say was wow. I picked up each piece of the delicate lace and silk confection and laid it on the table. Then removing all else from the table I examine each piece of lingerie slowly admiring the artery and skill that it took to make something so exquisite. In doing so I noticed that the bra and the pantie/thong would fit me as well silk hose and garter that came with the ensemble. The last piece that had pulled from the box was a kimono style sheer matching wrap that hid nothing. I sat there for a moment taking in all that was on the table before me wondering what it meant.Could my husband be changing, but then I remembered the envelope that I found between the wrapping paper and the bottom of the box. It was fine stationary paper from envelope to the "note" itself. The handwriting was fine and elegant.
Yes, you are still in my eyes and I saw this and thought of you.
I sat there for a few minutes in shock. Not sure what to think and then it hit me that it was a stranger who had sent these things to me. They must had been witness me that night in the office on top of the desk naked and wanton. I considered that it might be the new C.C.O., but then I realized that his initials didn't match these. A cold feeling crept over me as I sat there in the warm sun light of my dining room and realized that it was the voyeur from the other office.
I quickly got up and put everything back in the box. I carried up stairs to my bedroom and put in the back of the closet out of sight...out of my sight. Then I went down and started to prepare dinner for my family.
Later, as I sat eating and talking with my husband and my two step children, Christina and Troy who were soon to be off to college. Yes, on the surface our seemed like the average upper middle class family.
My first marriage and his third, the children are from his previous marriages. As yet our marriage hadn't produced any and there wouldn't be. When we had married, a child for us was on the table but afterwards, my husband changed his mind. He went so far as to have a vasectomy on a so call fishing trip he took with friends. He doesn't think I know ,but I do and I hold it against in him in silence. I am 35 and my husband is older than me by almost fifteen years. He could have told me and we could have discussed it,but I think deep down inside he didn't want to chance that I mind leave him. So I guess he thinks it best if I think we just aren't able to produce. Then he added insult to injury, turning away from me. We still share the same house but that is all. I tried for a while even after finding out that he had lied to me, but eventually I gave up. Now our married is just for show. So it is understandable, as I sat there eating dinner with the family, my mind drifted back to the white box hidden in the back of my closet.
It after dinner when I was a lone washing dishes that I made up my mind what I was going to do. I wasn't going to do a damn thing. I was just going to let whatever happens, happen.
It seemed that fate heard me because three days later another box arrived. This one was smaller and contained a book of poetry, a beautiful leather-bound diary with a very lovely and expensive writing pen. Again the items were in a white box, wrapped with scent purple paper and there was the note.
"This is for dreams and desires ... write of them to give them life...Remember, dreams do come true ...
Later that week, when I was home alone,the kids off on dates and my husband out of town I put on the first gift. I took be a bit to figure how the garters worked but once I had it all on I went and stood and in front of my full length mirror. I all I could do was to stare at the woman in the mirror. Her creamy skin seemed glowed against the green of the silk and lace, as it hugged her full figured curves and her long thick red hair caressed her silk and lace covered shoulders and surrounded her oval face giving her an almost ethereal look. I smiled at her as she smiled back and I had to blink. To keep the tears from flowing from my eyes as I looked at me. Even without make up I looked like a pin up girl from the 40's and 50's. I went and finished off the look with a pair of cum fuck me pumps that I had purchased on a whim and did my make-up and hair. I came out and stood in front of the mirror again ...WOW. I stood there staring at the vivacious sexy woman staring back at me from the mirror. Lord I got hot looking at myself!! . I began to touch myself to feel the smoothness of the material against my skin. I could feel things waking that had been dormant for so long. Hidden up the cover of respectability and lies, it came out and I let it stay.
I started to make love to myself touching myself in the most intimate of ways. Sliding fingers between the flesh and silk as touch teasingly a mauve pink nipple. That became firm underneath my touch and then warming to match the heat that was rising in me with every breath that I breathe. I stopped long enough to get my vanity chair and put in front of the mirror. I wanted to see what to watch, for as long as I could before getting lost in the moment. I untied the belt that held the gown together and pushed aside exposing what was barely hidden by it. The lace and silk confection that held me in it embrace, thou barely. My nipple pushed against the restrictive material trying to expand. I decide to help out or make things worse as I massage my nipples through it I felt the wonderful stimulation from nipples to clit and back again. It radiated warmth that spread to the rest of my body. Watching myself in the mirror I was my large green cat like eyes become bedroom eyes. They were hooded, heavy with the promise of pleasure and the need of it as my fingers sought what was beneath the silk and lace. On touching smooth warm skin I gasped even though it was my own touch. I tried at first to cup my whole breast with my small hand and found in possible so I just massage it. I was so over whelmed that I push the bra aside to and took out the whole breast. I looked at myself in the mirror and saw a woman sitting there. I offered her my deep pink nipple breast as I watched myself turn into a wanton thing in the making. Smiling, then winked at myself as I lifted my left breast, using both hands to put the nipple in my mouth and began to suck. The first suck sent waves of euphoria through my body. The second... I almost creamed my panties, which didn't stop me from sliding fingers down there to help the situation along. I watched the woman in the mirror as long as I could, as she... as I slid off the chair and fell onto the floor. I released my nipple from my mouth as my fingers moved faster and faster. My fingers had a mind of their own as the rest of me was taken over my orgasm.
I was riding the crest when I felt my hand being pushed aside and my panties ripped away. That is all my brain could registered, so I forced my eyes to see and I saw him. The look in his eyes was wild and predatory as he looked down at me quivering and quacking in the throes of my orgasm. He smiled as he stood up pulling me up off the floor and throws me on to the bed seemingly in one move. I laid there on the bed unable to control my body as the world became a dizzying thing to me. Then I feel him as he slid his cock into me and my mind exploded and I saw stars. He fucked and sucked at me as he drove himself into my body over and over again. I cum and cum until all the breath seem to have left my body and all I can do is shake. I felt a kiss on my temple as I opened my eyes and see myself in his. I am a beautiful wreck. Gone were the beautiful green silk and lace dressings, the styled hair and make-up. What was left is sticky, sweaty and sated.
Then he kissed me intimately before kissing me fully on the lip letting me taste myself from his mouth. Then I licked his lower face and lips clean of my essence and ended it with a kiss.
Finally,I fell back on to the bed, totally exhaust and sated among the tattered remains of my seduction. As I closed my eyes and fell into sleep, he left shutting the door quietly behind him.
To be continued...
Dave Matthews Band: Crash In to Me