Loading...Beth Raines sighed. Looking in the full length mirror, she appraised her 45 year old body. Old, fat and ugly, she thought. The thought was not uncommon. It arrived inside her head the day her husband had left some ten years earlier. Somehow, Beth had decided to blame herself for the divorce even though she was the petitioner. Her self worth left in the back of her ex-husband’s car as she had watched it pull out of the drive that last time.
An objective observer would have drawn a different conclusion. Beth was not old. She looked old. Becoming introverted can do that. She was certainly not fat. Beth had that thickness that comes with maturity. There are not many, if any, lithe 45 year-olds slinking around the sidewalks. A petite 5′ 3”, Beth saw herself in the mirror through hazel eyes that had once been brighter. Her face was framed with thick red hair that had just recently adopted a few inevitable strands of gray. She had given up dressing for pleasure a long time ago, preferring casual clothes around a house she rarely left, except perhaps to pick up groceries. Then she would wear light make-up and make some attempt to present a better appearance clothes wise. At work she simply rotated the same outfits.
Her dress to impress clothes hung in the closet waiting for the odd invitation to family functions, church, or rare special occasions.
Tomorrow’s September Saturday was a kind of a special occasion. Beth always shopped early for family Christmas gifts and tomorrow was the day. She eyed her body once more, taking in its overall form. The 36c breasts had, thankfully, not yet sagged too far, and she had maintained the shaved mons her husband once loved. Beth sighed once more and wandered naked to her shower.
When she returned, her body wrapped in a thick towel, Beth went to the closet and picked out a light green, pleated, skirt suit, that complimented her hair and eyes, a slightly darker green bra and panty set, and a mid-green, translucent nylon blouse. She finished drying herself, sprayed a light body spray over her naked form and donned a comfy pyjama set. Beth had not slept in the marital bed for a long time. This though, was as much because it had become uncomfortable as for any emotional reason. She moved to the couch she now used as a bed, lay down and drifted off to sleep.
Saturday arrived crisp, minimally cloudy, and quite breezy; Beth awakened quite enthused at the prospect of the Christmas shopping. She ran her list through her mind as she dressed, brushed her hair, and applied her make-up. Rising from her dresser chair, she turned, checked her purse and headed towards the front door. Stepping out of the house Beth surveyed the morning sky and reached down as a wind gust played at the hem of her skirt. She went to the white Grand Prix she owned, got in, and headed to the mall some 6 miles away.
When Beth arrived at the mall it was all but empty. The doors had not yet been opened and the parking lot was dotted with just a few of what Beth surmised were employee vehicles. She looked at her watch, almost 9:00 a.m. Nothing will be opening till ten, she thought; she parked the car near a Denny’s, one of the many restaurants that circled the mall and went in to eat breakfast before beginning her expedition.
The restaurant was not too crowded. A few office workers sat talking or reading the morning news. A utility crew surrounded a table, talking animatedly, laughing and joking. Beth picked a seat, and when the waiter came, ordered coffee and a cheese omelette. She ate, and observed the comings and goings at the restaurant. People grabbing breakfast on the go.
Beth too was being observed. The man had entered after she had and had chosen to sit at one of the few seats out of Beth’s field of vision. He too watched the restaurant activity as he ate.
Jeff Parks was a tall, strong, rugged, journeyman carpenter, travelling the country, staying in motels, and picking up construction jobs where he could. His last job had finished just yesterday. His billfold bulged with pay, and he had come to the mall to buy a few clothes to replace those worn out during his travels. He was just over five feet ten inches tall and bore the tan of one who worked outside a lot. His sandy-blond hair was tousled, sitting atop a forehead that sported a half-inch white line angled above his left eye and ending at his hairline, one of the many ‘war wound’ scars on his upper body gathered on the job. His face was covered in a light stubble. His muscular frame was clothed in a denim jacket, plaid shirt, jeans, and boots. He looked comfortable. He should, he wore little else, except perhaps for the rare special occasion he was invited to attend.
Jeff rose from his seat, exited the restaurant and walked across the mall parking lot to one of the doors that would soon be unlocked. He leaned on the wall, lit a cigarette, and waited. It was 9:45.
Beth, done with her omelette, paid her bill, went to her car and piloted it across the lot to a parking space near the doors. Looking at her watch, she sat and listened to the radio, inventoried her list, and periodically checked the mall doors.
In the lot, the wind gusted, rustling the early fall trees, bowling the odd piece of litter across the tarmac, and disturbing various birds. Beth watched as the parking lot began to slowly fill.
At 9:55 Beth turned off the radio, unlocked the door, and got out of her car. Her purse and list lay on the passenger seat of the Grand Prix; Beth leaned across to reach it. As she bent into the car to reach the purse, a capricious wind gust swirled behind her lifting the light green skirt high up the back of her legs. High enough that an observer would see the translucent, darker panties and the shadow of cleavage between her fleshy buttocks. Beth felt the gust, and heard the wolf whistle from behind her. She grabbed her purse, closed the car door, locking it, and repositioned the skirt with her free hand. She turned toward the mall doors. One person stood there, his boot extinguishing the remains of a cigarette on the sidewalk. Inside, Beth roiled. She was embarrassed and slightly angry. Outside her cheeks flushed a little. She inhaled, steeled herself, grasping at her bag, and strode toward the mall doors, inwardly praying that they were now unlocked. She glanced at the man leaning on the wall and as she passed him, she hissed, “Rude!”, and entered the mall.
Beth was an organized person, and headed for the toy shop located at the far corner of the mall from the doors through which she had entered. She would work through her list and back toward those doors. As she walked she considered the incident in the parking lot. By now, her flush had subsided, along with her anger at the man’s whistling at her exposure. She half smiled. He had whistled at her. Perhaps it was not as rude as other possible things he could have said or done. She tried to remember the last time she had been whistled at that way. He was ruggedly good looking too, she opined. The smile broadened a little, warming her insides.
How the man had got ahead of her Beth didn’t know, but there he was, sitting on a bench at the crossroads of the mall. She walked toward her destination. As she approached the bench, the man rose and walked alongside her.
“I am sorry ma’am,” he said, “it was a compliment. My whistling. I in no way intended to offend you.”
Beth glanced sideways and quietly harrumphed.
“My name is Jeff,” said the man, “Forgive me please?”
Beth kept walking. Jeff kept walking with her.
“What if I tell you I don’t whistle at unattractive women,” he commented.
“You embarrassed me,” Beth half snapped back at him.
Inside, her other half was warming again. Did he just say I was attractive, she thought.
“I didn’t mean to,” said Jeff, “What I saw was attractive, very attractive.”
“Oh,” said Beth, looking at him again. “And just what did you see?”
Jeff smiled at her. “I don’t need to tell you that,” he said, “nor do you need to hear it. Suffice it to say that what I am seeing in this moment is interesting and attractive.”
Beth looked at him. “You find women your age are unattractive?” she asked.
“Pretentious,” Jeff said, “still figuring out their own nature.”
“But they are sexy,” Beth proffered.
Jeff was ready for her.
“Sexy – um what is your name? – is an attitude. That’s why you felt embarrassed; you don’t have that attitude.”
Beth was stunned.
“My name is Beth,” she replied, “and I have no idea why I am even having this conversation.”
Jeff’s confidence grew as he observed an uneasiness in Beth’s responses. Beth felt both nervous and strangely intrigued by this man.
“I, I have to go in this store,” she stammered.
“I’ll come with you,” Jeff said, inviting himself.
Beth did not object.
Beth took the list from her bag and began traversing the aisles in search of the listed gifts. Another reason she liked to shop in the early part of the day was the lack of people. Since her divorce she had often grocery shopped at 5 or 6 a.m., before work. It seemed that she, Jeff and a lone register clerk were the only people in the store. Finding one of the toys on the family Christmas wish list, Beth reached for it stretching her 5’3′ frame and dropping the list in the process. Jeff, who had said nothing as Beth looked through the aisles, bent to retrieve it noting the firm, tight calves that supported Beth as she reached for the toy. On rising to hand it to her he caught the edge of the clipboard under the hem of Beth’s skirt raising it some way above the knee. Beth looked down at him as she toppled the toy from the shelf, catching it, and Jeff freed the clipboard and rose all the way to face her.
“Oops,” said Jeff, half smiling at her.
“I suppose that was an accident,” said Beth.
“Well…” started Jeff, surprised when he was interrupted.
“Oh well,” said Beth, also half smiling, “It’s not like you didn’t see a little more than that in the parking lot.”
“Now that was almost sexy!” exclaimed Jeff, getting over his surprise.
“It was?” Beth asked.
“Yes, it was,” said Jeff smiling. “It was you taking pride in yourself and your body. That is the attitude I was trying to describe.”
Beth was flattered and strained not to show it. Whether Jeff was flirting or just in a matter of fact way discussing an intimate subject didn’t matter to her in that moment. She felt better than she had in a long, long time.
Jeff raised his hands, placed them on Beth’s shoulders and looked right at her.
“I’m going to make some adjustments,” he said, “don’t panic!”
Beth nodded uncertainly.
“Pretty,” Jeff said. Beth smiled.
“Now, here’s pretty and confident,” he added, gazing at her.
He reached and undid the top and bottom button of the three-button suit jacket, pulled the blouse collar from beneath the jacket and laid it neatly above it, twisted free the top two buttons of the blouse and spread the collar a little wider. The beginning of Beth’s cleavage was now in view. Reaching for the cuffs of the jacket he scooted the sleeves up Beth’s arms, undid the wrist cuff buttons on the arms of the blouse and folded them back. He looked her over.
“There,” he said smiling, “almost a new woman. Now, straighten your back, add some purpose to your step, and smile!”
Beth nodded, her eyes, inexplicably, she thought, on his.
“Right,” said Jeff looking at the clipboard, “Pony farm kit, check! On to the Easy Bake Oven.”
Now Beth was following him. A conflagration of thoughts crackled in her mind. Not least of which was the one of visual appreciation transported there by her eyes, which had been closed to his physical appearance until now. Others were questions. What was he doing? Why was he doing it? Why did she feel so good about it? She followed half a step behind him concentrating on his instructions. She felt happier and stronger.
“Ah, here it is,” said Jeff, reaching, pulling the item from the shelf and tucking it under his arm. “That seems to be all on your list for this store.”
He looked at Beth and smiled. They went to the register. Jeff noticed the clerk admiring Beth as he rang up the items. They checked out and went back out into the mall. The mall was a little busier with people now. Beth walked alongside Jeff as he clutched the clipboard and announced that Beth had listed ‘Old Navy’ as their next stop, adding that he wanted to go into ‘Claire’s’ on the way there.
When, they reached ‘Claire’s’ Jeff scooted inside, saying, “I’ll be right back out.”
Just a couple of minutes later he returned with a small bag in his grasp. Reaching into the bag he pulled out a pendant. Looking at Beth he unclasped it, and hung it around her neck. “I hope you don’t mind,” he said, “I just felt something was missing. You look beautiful!”
Beth looked down at the pendant, it was a little faux emerald clover that hung to just above her cleavage, the green blending perfectly with her outfit. She smiled. Then, unconsciously and instinctively, leaned in and kissed Jeff’s cheek. Jeff was a little surprised at the action but recovered quickly as Beth said, “Thank you, it’s lovely.”
“You’re most welcome,” said Jeff.
The morning passed with amiable chat, each telling the other of their lives, jobs, and the usual interchange of background information. As they walked through the mall, filling Beth’s list, several people could be seen to glance at the well dressed 45 year-old female chatting and laughing with the younger jeans and denim jacketed man. Some of them likely surmised that she was with her son since they could not hear the conversation. Jeff helped carry bags, and watched as Beth’s confidence grew. He smiled as men of all ages eyed the briskly walking, beautiful woman going about her business. Already this was a different woman than had entered the mall some 3 hours ago.
Beth was smiling. She found it hard to stop. Those questions had dissipated and she was enjoying what had begun as a chore on a “to do” list. Moreover, she was enjoying herself, and the attention, not only from Jeff, but from mere passers by. Beth had not felt so vibrant in a very long, time.
Soon, Beth and Jeff had completed the Christmas list. Jeff had purchased more shirts and jeans for his work, and they were outside and headed towards Beth’s white Grand Prix. Beth opened the trunk and they placed the bags of gifts in it, Jeff retaining his purchases.
“Well, thank you, I guess”, said Beth, not wanting things to end so abruptly. She wasn’t about to ask for more though. Those skills had long been lost. She looked at Jeff and he didn’t miss his cue.
Reaching out and taking her hand he turned back towards the mall.
“Come on Beth Raines,” he said smiling, “there is one more thing we have to do!”
Beth skipped to catch up with him, and they almost ran back into the mall, her hand clasped in his.
“Where are we going?” Beth asked him.
Jeff winked at her and said, “I told you I am a carpenter. I build things from bits and pieces. You’re not complete yet.”
Beth was bemused by Jeff’s obtuse answer but also intrigued by it. The glint in Jeff’s eye made what was happening exciting. She was having fun. That hadn’t happened in a long time.
Jeff stopped at the ‘Ann Taylor’ store and almost dragged Beth in through the doors. The clerk was by a rack unpacking a case of new merchandise. She greeted the couple then returned to her task. Jeff sat Beth in a chair, ran his eyes over her frame guessing at her size and said, “Wait there, I’ll be right back.” Then he walked over to the dress racks. Beth watched him, both excited and amused. Within five minutes Jeff returned with three dresses over his arm, all of them black. With the other hand he raised Beth from her chair. “Try these on,” he said and pointed to the changing rooms. Beth took the dresses and went towards them. Jeff followed and sat in a chair nearby. Beth looked at him and he nodded toward the cubicle urging her to go in. Beth smiled and entered the changing room. Jeff waited, and watched as one, then two, then a third black dress appeared draped over the top of the changing room door. Jeff hoped this didn’t mean his taste had failed him. Then he heard Beth’s voice.
“Jeff? she queried, “Can you hear me?”
“Yes Beth,” he said.
“Can you take these back please?” asked Beth, “But I really love the one on top, it’s just a size too small, can you bring the next size up back to me please?”
“Sure”, said Jeff, rising from his seat and picking the dresses from the top of the cubicle door, “Be right back.”
Jeff got the dress and returned to the cubicle. He handed it over the top of the door. “There you go,” he said, smiling.
“Thanks,” said Beth, “Be right out”
Jeff returned to the nearby chair and waited. He saw the dress lifted above the door then lower again as Beth tried it on. Momentarily he heard her voice again.
“Jeff, can you come here, please?” she said.
Jeff went to the changing room door. To his surprise, it opened inwards half way in front of him. Beth was there, her back to him. The smooth flesh of her back outlined in the open V of the back of the dress down to the waistline of her panties. Jeff gazed at her beauty. Beth glanced back over her shoulder.
“Zip me!” she asked.
Jeff stepped into the cubicle, his body lightly pressed against her rear as he held her waist with one hand and eased the zipper up her back with the other. Beth looked in the mirror as Jeff zipped her up. She loved the dress, and also snuck a glance at Jeff’s face over her shoulder. She could feel the light pressure of Jeff’s body against hers, and it warmed her. Jeff placed his hands on her shoulders and turned her, stepping back slightly. He looked at her as she stood in the dress he had picked out. The pleated v-neck satin plunged to halfway down her cleavage, a 3 inch wide satin belt complemented her waistline slimming it. The diamante rectangular clasp buckle broke up the blackness of the skirt and bodice, as the skirt, light and flowing, spread from her hips. Beth glanced down quickly seeing tightness in Jeff’s jeans. She shivered inwardly, quietly excited that she had such an effect on the younger man. Jeff looked at her and whispered, “Beautiful.” Beth smiled as her cheeks colored slightly.
“That’s the one,” said Jeff. He leaned in, kissed her cheek lightly and turned to leave, tossing back, “Leave it on!”
Beth did feel beautiful and took one more look in the cubicle mirror before gathering her clothes and bringing them to the check out where she found Jeff had already paid. She looked at him and said, “Thank you, Jeff. It is beautiful.” She leaned in and up returning the kiss on the cheek. Jeff smiled.
“You’re most welcome, pretty lady,” he said, “Come on, one more stop!”
He put her other clothes in a bag the clerk had provided. He took her hand and led her from the store. Beth was almost floating. Jeff guided her across the mall and into a shoe store. This time he did not do the choosing. He sat in a chair and said, “Go find them, Beth.”
Beth beamed and set off to find the perfect shoes. The skirt billowed as she moved. She looked and felt radiant. Jeff pondered his renovation project silently, smiling as he watched her enjoy the search for the shoes that would complete the vision begun by the lovely dress.
Shortly Beth returned holding a polished, black, ankle strapped shoe. The heel was a safe but elegant two and a half inches, the toe pointed, but not overly so; the ankle strap bore a small rectangular diamante buckle that perfectly complemented the buckle on the dress. Beth was smiling broadly. “This one,” she said. Jeff nodded approvingly. The clerk approached them, took the sample shoe and disappeared behind the stock wall. Jeff pointed to a chair opposite him, in front of which was a fitting stool. Beth sat in it, removed the shoes she was wearing, and smiled across the space at him as they waited for the clerk to return.
The clerk returned with the chosen shoes in Beth’s size, sat on the fitting stool and unboxed them. He leaned down and lifted Beth’s foot by the ankle placing it on the fitting stool. Lifting it higher, he put the new shoe on her right foot. Jeff watched as the light skirt slid over Beth’s knee revealing more of a strong, shapely leg. The clerk glanced up noticing the dress sliding back on Beth’s thigh. Jeff saw him look and then return to his task. The clerk held Beth’s ankle, tilting it as he fitted the left shoe to her foot. The skirt, of course, slid back over Beth’s left thigh exposing quite a lot of her leg. Beth moved a hand to adjust it. Jeff nodded negatively from opposite her. The clerk didn’t see Jeff, but snuck another split second glance at the shapely exposure before him. Beth looked at Jeff quizzically. “It’s sexy”, he mouthed across to her. Beth ached to adjust the dress but let it be. Jeff nodded at the clerk. Beth looked down quickly, catching the young man peeking at her. She was momentarily embarrassed and looked back to Jeff who smiled broadly. He mouthed to her again, “Don’t move.”
Jeff himself could see almost to Beth’s well rounded, fleshy buttocks. He winked across the space between the chairs at Beth. She half smiled but did not move.
The clerk completed buckling the shoes, stood, and stepped back. Beth rose to her feet, the skirt of the dress caressing her legs as it slid down and back into place. She went to the mirror, looked at the shoes in it and looked back at Jeff. He lifted his hand and pointing down rotated a finger. Beth twirled, smiling at her own image. She hadn’t felt like this for as long as she could remember. She looked again at Jeff who nodded affirmatively. He walked over, kissed her cheek and went to the register to pay for the shoes. At the counter, he picked up a pair of self supporting sheer black hose and added them to the purchase. Beth joined him and they left the store.
Jeff carried Beth’s old shoes as the couple walked toward the exit. Beth, a little unnerved by the incidents in the store asked, “Why did you not let me adjust my skirt?”
Jeff stopped, turned, held Beth by the shoulders and looked right at her. He smiled. “Did you feel sexy, Beth?” he asked. “Did you feel a little excited knowing what you were doing to that young clerk, and yes, to me as well?”
Beth looked at him and thought for a minute. “I was a little embarrassed at first,” she said, “but then yes, I guess it felt good to be admired. It was exciting to be seen as a sexy woman for the first time in a long time.” Jeff smiled at her and took her hand as they exited the mall.
When they reached Beth’s car Jeff handed her the hose. “Wear these with what you have on now, and meet me here at 8:00 p.m. tonight; I want to take you to dinner.” Beth looked at him.
“OK,” she said, smiling and climbed into the car. Jeff signalled to her to wind down the window. Beth did so, and he leant in kissing her mouth for the first time. Beth jumped slightly then returned the kiss, savoring a taste long since forgotten. Jeff stood up not holding the kiss too long, smiled, and turned towards his truck.
Beth sat in the Grand Prix, smiling broadly, and watched Jeff leave. She turned the engine on and piloted the vehicle towards her exit. In her mind she went over the events of the morning. The more she thought about it, the more she glowed. She felt different, freer, and happier. She certainly felt wonderful in the black dress and perfect shoes. Elatedly, she thought, “I’m going out. Me. Out. To dinner. On a date!” Beth eyed the hosiery on the seat beside her and smiled. As she was driving Beth felt the skirt of her dress ride up her leg. Beth looked at it, smiled whimsically, and left it there. In her head she sang Shania Twain’s ‘Man, I Feel Like A Woman’.
Beth pulled into her drive, retrieved the packages from her car and entered the house. She put them in the spare room, tossed her bagged green suit in the laundry, took off the black dress and shoes, hung the dress up, lay down on her bed in her bra and panties and dozed into a contented sleep. It was 3:00 p.m.
Beth awakened at 5:30, relaxed and excited about the coming evening. She rose, a little surprised at a dampness between her thighs. She pondered that she had had a quiet wet dream. From her dresser she retrieved a lacy translucent black bra and panty set and laid it on the bed; then, removing the set she was wearing, tossed them on the floor and headed naked to her shower.
Beth turned on the water, adjusting it to her liking and stepped into the shower. She felt the warm water cascade over her body as she applied shampoo to her hair.
Dispensing body wash onto a soft, fluffy sponge, she cleaned her body before rinsing her hair out. Beth reached up and removed the shower head wand from its clasp and washed the soap from her hair and body. The warm water caressed and warmed her. She looked forward to the evening to come. She wandered into a half-conscious state, the water awakening her body. The water teased her nipples hard and she tilted her head back enjoying the sensations the water brought her. She passed the wand lower over her body down to her pelvis. Almost subconsciously she reached up and adjusted the flow to jet and aimed it directly at her clitoris.
She gasped audibly at the first impact. Her body writhed pleasurably in an excitement not felt in a long time. She reached her hand down and caressed her labia as the jet of water massaged her clitoris. She didn’t see Jeff in her head, or any other man, she was lost in the sensual pleasure alone. Two fingers slipped into her vaginal opening as her clit palpitated under the watery assault and she masturbated herself hard, her fingers moving faster and faster inside her. She breathed hard as she neared her climax. As her release flooded over her in waves of ecstasy, Beth dropped the shower head, leaned against the shower wall, removed her juice soaked fingers and panted through her orgasm. She had not had any release in a while. As the climax subsided, she stood there feeling relaxed and somewhat liberated.
Beth stepped from the stall, reached for the large, soft towel and dried herself in front of the mirror. She felt good. Alive. Younger even. Her face and body glowing in a way she barely recognized. As she went through her preparations for her meeting with Jeff she pondered the events of the morning. He had somehow made her relax, become sure of herself. He was never pushy, or demanding, she thought. Never made her feel like he was seducing her. She had felt desired, yes. Empowered even. He had given her confidence in herself. Now she sat before her vanity mirror, looking forward to the evening with a man somewhat younger than she, and confident that she would look and feel like anything other than the shrew she had been for so long.
Beth rose from the chair fully made up and smelling of Elizabeth Taylor’s ‘Passion’. She walked to the bed, picked up the nearly transparent black panties and, sitting down, slid them up her legs and over her well rounded behind. She donned the matching bra and looked at herself in the mirror. Her breasts looked deeply tanned under the thin fabric; her nipples were pert and visible through the sheer material. Beth smiled half shyly and half excitedly. I feel like a woman, she thought, turning to peruse her rear view. Beth sat on the bed and rolled the self-supporting stockings up each of her legs. She stood and pulled them tight feeling sexy rather than brazen. She had not worn hosiery in years. Returning to the bed, Beth put on the light and flowing black dress, feeling it slide over her body and fall into place. She sat down on the bed again, put on the ankle strap shoes, fastening the diamante clasp. Standing, Beth grabbed a black, satin clutch purse, checked the contents, fluffed her hair, smoothed down the dress, straightening the diamante belt, took one more look at herself and was happy with what she saw. Holding her keys she strode proud and upright towards her front door. It was 7:15 p.m.
Beth unlocked the car, started the engine, and pointed the vehicle toward the mall. The night was clear and warm and the wind had calmed to a pleasant breeze. Beth had not needed to pick out a wrap, let alone a coat. She reached up to the visor and, selecting a CD from the sleeves there, she pushed it into the player in the dash. She had not done that in forever either. As the various braking and acceleration movements slid the skirt back up Beth’s leg again, she drove cheerfully to the mall, accompanied by the songs of Shania Twain.
Pulling the car into the lot, Beth selected a spot close to the doors where she had met Jeff earlier that morning , making sure to be as close to a light as she could get. She turned off the engine and lights and sat scanning the lot. She looked at her watch. Six minutes till eight. Then looking to her left, she saw Jeff striding towards the car. Her heart pumped. Oh well, she thought, can’t run now. That thought was barely completed when she was half startled by Jeff rapping gently on the window. Beth unlocked the door and Jeff opened it; he smiled down at her and reached for her hand, helping her from her car. As she rose and closed the door behind her, locking it, Jeff leaned in to her, inhaled her scent, and ever so lightly kissed her neck. “I am glad you came,” said Jeff.
“The question,” said Beth, from behind a broad smile and obviously joking, “is, am I?”
Jeff chuckled, and placing his hand in the small of her back, said, “Come my lady, your chariot awaits,” and steered her towards his truck.
Jeff opened the door for Beth and helped her up into the Ford F250, which Jeff had obviously cleaned since she had first seen it this morning. As Jeff walked around the front of the truck, Beth took in his appearance. The shirt was black and ironed, the jeans, black with a hint of a crease. They fell down legs, which seemed long, to well polished cowboy boots with a small pattern stitched into the toe. Jeff glanced into the windscreen as he passed by and smiled. Reaching the driver’s side door he opened it and climbed up beside Beth. Starting the engine, he looked across at her. “Ready?” he asked, his blue eyes vivid in the dark cab of the truck. Beth nodded, noting that he not only looked good but smelled good also. She could not place the fragrance. She had not been in this proximity to a man in a while. Had she asked, Jeff would have told her it was ‘Stetson’. Jeff backed up the truck, turned and headed towards town.
The ride through town was filled with random inquiries and small talk. Jeff explained the travelling nature of his self employment, and Beth told of her work and said that her divorce was ten years in the past. She had not been to the entertainment section of town in years. She enjoyed riding, and taking in the ever growing quantity of bright lights that seemed to embrace and welcome the truck as it moved forward. The town was bustling here. Jeff made a left turn and pulled into an area that looked not unlike the mall. He parked the truck, got out and opened Beth’s door for her, helping her down. All but circling them were bright lights and the sound of music and laughter. Jeff held Beth’s hand.
“Where are we?” asked Beth almost in wonderment.
Jeff smiled at her. “Ah,” he said, “we are at a club complex. A veritable buffet of genres of music, food and fun! Here, classic rock, there, jazz, over there, country, further down grunge. You name it, it’s here, along with every kind of cuisine you can imagine!”
Beth smiled. “Lead on,” she said, infused by the excitement around and inside of her. She felt almost like a teen on prom night.
Jeff walked Beth towards one of the clubs, and they merged with a few other couples headed in the same direction. They entered beneath a lit sign that read, ‘Southern Comforts’. As Beth and Jeff entered, they were greeted with a “Good evening, sir, ma’am,” from a Western dressed doorman. To the left was a flight of stairs, and Jeff steered Beth towards them. As they ascended, he explained that the upstairs was a restaurant, and the lower floor a club.
“Nobody wants to eat with a bunch of boot scooting cowboys and girls stomping the floor above them,” said Jeff.
At the top of the stairs they were met by a hostess in a black waist coat, black jeans, a black, pocketed, waist tied apron, a bolo tie, and white shirt, and escorted to a booth. She smiled at them and handed them menus, took their drink orders and turned away to fill them. “I’ll be right back with your iced teas,” she said and scurried off.
Beth smiled at Jeff as she perused the menu. Catching her, Jeff smiled back and said, “It really doesn’t matter what you order Beth. I’m going to dance it right off you!” Then he winked at her.
Beth felt herself blushing. She was embarrassed and completely flattered. A slight, red tinge appeared in her cheeks. Another formed a dart to the top of her cleavage. She smiled across at Jeff, who had noticed the reaction but was not about to embarrass Beth further. He was, in fact, where she was, somewhere back in youth.
The hostess returned with their iced tea orders and Beth reached for hers and sipped at it strongly. It helped dampen the outer glow of the blush almost immediately. That other glow, the one inside that arose when the handsome cowboy across from her had winked at her, that tingle that had rushed down her spine, over her breasts to her nipples and down her pelvis and between her thighs was not to be quelled quite so easily . Under the table her legs fidgeted, the soft swish of the nylons barely heard as she uncrossed her legs, slightly parting them. Beth barely heard the hostess inform them that their waitress would be right with them.
They ordered when the waitress arrived and chatted amiably till the food arrived. “You look beautiful,” Jeff reassured her.
Inside, Beth was alive, writhing, feeling feminine and wanted, important and sexy. She found it easy to talk and laugh and smile. This was a new Beth. “Not an end,” she thought, “a new beginning!”
Besides, she wasn’t going to fight feeling this good. Her chest tightened and between her thighs she felt nerves firing messages of want and need from days long past.
She enjoyed the meal and the conversation, and by the time she and Jeff rose, and he tossed a couple of tip bills on the table, Beth was ready to dance and explore the vibrancy inside her.
They went down the stairs, Jeff’s arm around her. “Ready to trip the light fantastic?” he asked.
“Yes,” Beth replied excitedly, feeling the man hold her a little tighter.
Jeff steered Beth into the club. The music was loud but not head pounding. The lighting subdued but not pitch black. He found them a table off to the side of the dance floor, seated her and went to the bar for his beer and the white wine Beth had requested. Beth listened to the country music, the disc jockey announcing requests, and watched the dancers, most of whom seemed fairly accomplished. At first she felt a little apprehension but brushed it off. “I’ll be OK,” she thought.
Jeff returned with their drinks and sat. He looked at the beautiful, mature woman beside him, and asked if she was alright. “Yes,” Beth smiled back, “better than alright.” Jeff leaned in lightly kissing her cheek.
They sat and chatted, sipping at their drinks, listening to and talking about the music.
After a short while Jeff took Beth’s hand and said, “Come on let’s dance.”
Beth looked at the dance floor. People were lined up in ranks stepping forward, backwards, sideways and dipping and spinning to the lively music. She looked at Jeff apprehensively, “I’m not sure I can do that,” she said.
“Sure you can,” said Jeff, raising her hand and leading her from her chair. “We’ll fall in at the back, and then you just copy those in front of you and beside you. I’ll talk you through it.”
They joined the line dance at the back and Beth listened to Jeff’s instructions. Pretty soon she had picked up on the beat and the sequence of dance moves and was smiling broadly. Jeff smiled at her. “You’re a wonderful dancer,” he said. Beth beamed.
When the song was over the disc jockey slowed the music and Jeff pulled Beth into his arms. Before she knew it Beth was waltzing on the dance floor. She moved easily, drawing on memories from childhood dance classes. Responding to gentle pressures from Jeff’s hands she followed him in turns and steps and spins and disappeared with this man into the music. Somewhere behind her was the existence of a forty-five year-old divorcee going though the motions. Sometime in the last twelve hours Beth Raines had been reincarnated. A butterfly emerging from a cocoon. Somehow Jeff Parks had seen inside and set her free. Most amazingly of all, he had done it gently, kindly, respectfully. He had made her brave and empowered, made her feel beautiful and sexy. They danced, and when the music was over it was Beth who kissed Jeff, long, deeply and passionately. She held him to her body, which was alive, full and pulsing. She felt her breasts push into his chest. Felt his penis harden, tight against her groin. Felt his hands slide down and grip her warm behind. She slipped her tongue between his lips and felt her body surge with intimate desire and by the end of the kiss was almost breathless. “Thank you,” she whispered, “for everything.”
Taken slightly aback, Jeff recovered and responded to her kiss. He closed his eyes and held her to him. His hands slid down, cupping the warm globes of her rear through the soft fabric of her dress. Her breasts pressed into his chest. His penis responded to the closeness of their bodies. When she slipped her tongue between his lips he took it, teasing it, wrestling it with his own. When the kiss was over he could hardly breathe. He heard her whisper a thank you, and nodded, smiling broadly at the sensuous, beautiful woman before him.
They returned to their table but didn’t sit. Electricity was flowing now. Two pairs of eyes were ablaze. They sipped at their drinks and when a lively tune came through the speakers, Beth kicked off her shoes under the table, grabbed Jeff’s hand and led him to the dance floor. The song was fast and had a beat to it. Other dancers were already twirling and stepping to the tune. Jeff took Beth’s hand and they began moving in a country version of jive. He would pull Beth to him, and then spin her away. The light material of Beth’s skirt splayed out and up on each spin, her legs and the top of the hose visible to all around them. She was aware of it. Yesterday, she would have been embarrassed and concerned. Today she was living. Jeff watched her as they danced. Saw her abandonment. Caught the flash of the rear of the all but transparent panties. Pulled her back to him, twirled her, whispered, “Now you can fly”, and spun her away again.
Beth was exhilarated. As the music ended, Jeff dipped her and kissed her. He lifted her and carried her back to the table, to the applause of many of the other dancers. Setting her upright, he kissed her cheek, reached for his beer and raised his glass to her. Beth took her wine and raised her glass to him. Their glasses empty, she slipped on her shoes and looked at him earnestly. “Take me home,” she said.
Jeff didn’t take his eyes from hers. He raised her hand to his lips and kissed it. He pulled her to him, wrapped a strong arm around her waist, and led her from the club.
Jeff drove them to Beth’s house following directions she gave him as they travelled. Beth looked momentarily at her car as the couple passed the mall knowing that they would be back sometime the day after to pick it up.
Inside, Beth was in anticipation and excitement, intermingled with a small amount of trepidation. Whatever mental reservations she had they were overwhelmed by physical ones. Her heart felt larger. Her nerves tingled. She felt alive. Her nipples were already half erect. Between her thighs she felt moist and warm. She glanced over at Jeff. He seemed calm, and yet his excitement was apparent in one place. His jeans were definitely tighter than they had been at the beginning of this evening. Beth looked up again smiling.
When they pulled into the driveway, Beth did not wait for Jeff to open her door. She hopped down from the truck and opened the front door to her house. Jeff locked the truck door and followed her inside. He found Beth waiting for him, leaning against the wall of the hallway. Once he was inside she extended a leg and kicked the front door shut behind him. He leaned into her, kissing her deeply. When his breath expired he continued kissing her in hot quick pecks. She yanked him against her body, her hands on his firm tight buttocks. Jeff kissed her mouth, her cheek, her ears, her neck, ravenously. Beth arched into him as he kissed her, feeling his hardness growing in his jeans. Her
stockinged leg slid against the denim. Jeff’s hand reached behind her and slowly unzipped the back of the dress as he showered Beth with kisses. She slid a hand up his rear and pulled his shirt from inside his jeans and laid her hand on the warm, bare flesh of his strong back, gently raking it with her nails.
Jeff’s kisses trailed across Beth’s shoulders. The back of her dress completely unzipped, he edged the bodice from her shoulders with kisses, first one side then the other. It slid smoothly down over her arms revealing her bra clad breasts to him. He kissed at her cleavage, flicking his tongue into the valley between her breasts. Her nipples were clearly visible and hard beneath the transparent fabric. Beth pushed Jeff slightly away and, panting, slightly lifted his shirt from his upper body. She dropped it on the floor and pulled him back against her, kissing him hard, pushing her tongue into his mouth and seeking his. As they kissed in heated passion, Jeff slid the skirt down Beth’s slightly spread thighs hearing it swish down the hose as it fell to the floor.
He broke the kiss and lowered his head to her breasts, once again teasing in her cleavage. Then he sucked each nipple into his mouth through the clear, black bra, extracting a gasp of pleasure from Beth as she arched against his now rigid penis. Once again Beth pushed him away. She looked at him, reached out and caressed his manhood through his jeans, kicked off her shoes, stepped out of the dress, leaving it lying on the hall floor, and ascended the stairway just to her right.
Jeff followed Beth up the stairs, his eyes fixed on her well rounded, clearly visible rear as she stepped upward. He undid his belt and unzipped as he walked behind her.
He found her in a room to the right lying on a queen bed, in bra, panties and hose. He beheld her long enough to see the slightly darker patch of panties between her thighs, knowing she was wet for him. He moved to her, kneeling on the bed, her eyes were wide open looking up to him. She reached and gripped the waist of his jeans sliding them down his thighs. He leaned down and kissed her as she removed his jeans. Jeff slithered out of them and looked at her.
“Make love to me,” Beth said, pulling him back down to her.
He kissed her deeply inserting his hot wet tongue into her mouth. Beth accepted it urgently. His one hand cupped her breast, his thumb teasing the already hard nipple through the sheer fabric; Beth gasped at the arousal. His other hand slipped between them caressing her sex through her panties as Beth arched under his touch. She rubbed against his hard cock, now only restrained by his briefs, as they writhed together in growing passion. He kissed down her body, removing his hand from her breast and unsnapping her bra. He removed it from her body and tossed it aside, gazing momentarily at her semi-naked beauty.
Leaning back down, Jeff kissed Beth’s mouth once, and then engulfed her breast and nipple in a warm wet vacuum of a kiss. His tongue swirled at the excited bud in his mouth. Between her open thighs, Beth contracted, feeling her juices increase and begin to flow, dampening the crotch of her panties further. She reached down and slipped her hands in the rear of Jeff’s briefs holding him down against her aching womanhood. As Jeff orally ravished Beth’s breasts, his penis throbbed and pulsed between Beth’s thighs. The pressure stimulated her already engorged clitoris. Her fingernails pressed into the flesh of his rear. Jeff kissed down her body. His hands grabbed the waist of her panties and rolled them inch by inch over her hips. Beth arched in ever growing ecstasy as Jeff’s kisses chased the panties down her body. His mouth kissed her pubic bone and she writhed as his mouth moved lower. He slid the panties from her and tossed them aside. He looked at her and lowered his head to her again. Beth arched to meet the erotic kiss. Jeff’s tongue flicked out and shocked her clitoris. Beth groaned. He kissed it, and then sucked it into his mouth grazing the bud with his teeth. Inside, Beth contracted again, squeezing her juices throughout her sex. Jeff’s oral administrations made Beth’s body contort in rapture. His tongue lathed at her, separating her labia. He inhaled the sensual scent of her excitement. Flicking from side to side, travelling down the valley between her splayed lips he plunged his tongue into Beth’s vaginal opening. She almost screamed in ecstasy, arching to him, taking him into her. Jeff flicked in and out of her tasting her wetness.
Beth could take no more. She reached down for Jeff and pulled him up her body and kissed him, tasting herself on his tongue. She wrapped Jeff In a tight embrace, then rolled them over as they kissed. She sat up on him, straddling his taut body. Reaching down she slid his briefs from him and tossed them behind her. Leaning down once more she kissed his mouth again, and slowly, teasingly, agonizingly, covered his torso in descending kisses. Her breasts tickled and teased Jeff’s body as she moved lower and lower down his frame. She lingered at his navel, swirling her hot tongue tip into it, and then kissing it. Beth kissed lower and lower following the thin line of hair that descended towards his erect shaft. She could smell him, a thick musky smell that excited her more. As she reached the tip of his penis, she looked up at him, eyes ablaze with delectable passion; then she flicked out her tongue and teased the head, tasting the glistening fluid of his excitement. She let out an almost inaudible groan of pleasure, and Jeff’s shaft jumped at her oral caress. Beth swirled her tongue around the head of his rigid penis, then licked down the shaft lathing it in her saliva. She did not stop and licked his testicles, sucking first one then the other into her hot mouth. She brought a hand up to cup them as she licked and kissed her way back up Jeff’s penis. It was his turn to arch and writhe. Beth gripped the thick rod holding it upright and lowered her open mouth over it, her lips caressing the circumference sliding slowly, lower and deeper onto the rampant spear. She sealed her lips and began sliding them up and down the excited member, her hand encircling it, following her mouth. Jeff groaned and his testicles ached as Beth excited him to the edge of release.
Beth felt his need and licked her way back up Jeff’s body, finally slipping her tongue back in his mouth. “Make love to me,” she said again.
Beth rolled off of Jeff and pulled herself back on top of him, looking up at him longingly. Jeff reached up and grabbed a pillow and slid it under Beth’s buttocks tilting her up to him. He knelt up and looking in her eyes stroked his shaft and watched her watch him. Beth’s mouth was half open, her eyes half closed. He looked at the beauteous shaved womanhood below him and teased the head of his penis down the slit, hovering at the vaginal opening. He gazed into Beth’s eyes as he slowly penetrated her. Beth arched to accept him as he entered her, making her feel every inch. She felt his testicles slide up her inner thighs, felt her interior muscles contract and grab at the invading shaft, felt a hole in her stomach grow as she surrendered to the sensations a few inches lower that then shot like lightning through her entire being.
Jeff began long, slow, deep strokes sliding his penis in and out of Beth, feeling her hold him inside her, her head tilted back, her breath shortened as she concentrated on matching his erotic rhythm. He did as she had asked. He made love to her. He knew this was not a moment for wantonness. Beth knew it too and revelled in being adored and desired and loved in that moment. The act was slow and deliberate, exciting and mutual. Jeff made love to her, and she right back to him. He pushed into her gently. He read her, felt her. He took her with him to a place she had never been. Beth arched at him, accepted him, and wanted him. As he came close to release, he lay upon her embracing and kissing her. Beth wrapped her legs around him holding him inside her. She whispered, “Come with me.”
Jeff gasped as his penis began to spasm. Beth felt him, clenching and flexing as her own orgasm erupted deep inside her. She felt his hot sperm flow into her, mixing with her own fluids. She kissed him breathlessly over and over as they mutually released. Jeff exhaled and kissed Beth hard, holding onto her. Her legs quivered and tightened on his waist. They melted into ecstasy.
Beth and Jeff slept in that sweet afterglow.
In the morning, Jeff took her to her car. He explained that Monday was the start of another construction job and that he would be back when it was done. Beth looked saddened. Jeff held her close and said, “You are free to be you. No restraints. No past to bind you. Go forward Beth Raines. Live, laugh, love.”
Beth smiled and kissed Jeff one more time, long and softly. She climbed into her car and watched him pull away in his truck. She started the car, and popped a CD into the player.
‘Man, I Feel Like A Woman’, sang Shania Twain. Beth smiled broadly.