Andrea and Scottie Pt. 01
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It was another boring day in late May. Temperatures starting to warm in anticipation of a much needed summer after a harsh winter. Sitting at home with nothing to do, contemplating how my life ever got to this point? I’m a married 36 year old with one daughter, who is soon ready to graduate from High School. My husband of 17 years has been a great provider. We have all the niceties and comforts that one would want; a beautiful home with a large backyard with pool and spa, membership at an exclusive country club, the nicest cars, etc. We had every materialistic want met due to the success and hard work of my husband. But was that all there was to my life? My husband worked long hours and traveled extensively so he was rarely home for me and our daughter, Ginny. Emotionally I was in need of love and reassurance from my husband but deficient in both.
We lived in an exclusive neighborhood in the suburbs west of Chicago. A very serene lifestyle but as time passed, a mundane existence. I met my husband in college and became pregnant with Ginny early on. We married and I dropped out of college to raise our daughter. Don’t get me wrong I loved every moment of being a mother. I immersed myself in making sure that Ginny was always the top priority in our life. Maybe that’s why after 17 years of marriage I feel so emotionally deficient. Feeling unloved and unappreciated by my husband. I am sure he also has similar feelings but being so busy with work they probably aren’t as evident to him as they are to mine. Now as I faced the prospect of literally becoming an empty nester I was overwhelmed with an emptiness and impending sadness.
My husband is never around and when he is,”he isn’t around”, if you understand what I mean. In a couple of months my best friend, Ginny, will be off to college leaving me alone and devoid of immediate warmth, care, and love. I dreaded the thought.
I couldn’t understand why my husband seems so unaware of my needs, both from an intimacy and sex standpoint but also from a friendship standpoint. It almost like I am just part of the house and I don’t exist. I’ve worked hard to keep my youthful physique. I am 5’6″ and weigh a 120 lbs. I have a short pixie blond cut with blue eyes. I think I have a nice body, one that men would find attractive if I was interested in that. So I was perplexed as to why my husband did not make me feel loved and wanted. The thought crossed my mind that he might be having an affair but I think in reality the only affair he is having is with his job.
As is typical of my husband, even though we were coming up on the Memorial Day Holiday weekend, he had to be out of town at a convention entertaining clients. At least the weather was supposed to be unseasonably warm. Maybe some quality pool time is just what I needed to perk me up. Some natural Vitamin D is always good for your soul. My daughter was going to sleep at her friends house Friday night and then was planning on having a pool party at our house on Memorial Day Monday.
As I was making mental notes of what I needed to do for the pool party my door bell rang. I approached the door to see my good friend, Emma waiting for me to let her in. Emma is 38 years old and divorced with 2 children. She is my crazy side to my boring life but I love her dearly.
As soon as I opened the door Emma raced inside screaming and waving some tickets in the air, “Andrea, look what I have? We are going to have a blast tomorrow night! Please tell me that your husband is out of town? Please! Please!”
I laughed and said, “Emma slow down. What are you all worked up about?” By the way Emma is not a big fan of my husband so she is always trying to keep me busy and entertained while I’m home alone.
She shrieked, “Only two hard to get tickets to the hottest most exclusive party tomorrow night at Crickets and we are going!”
I immediately began to think of reasons not to attend. “I don’t know Emma. I’m not into Crickets. That’s more of a young crowd and I’m more suburban housewife.” I said with a little smirk.
“Don’t give me that crap. You are a beautiful young woman that needs to enjoy yourself. We are getting dressed up and we are going! No excuses. Besides knowing you, your Friday night is wide open. I’m not taking no for an answer.”
I smiled inwardly glad to know that I had such a fun and caring friend. “Okay Emma. I’ll go for at least awhile. I have no idea what I can wear that won’t make me look like a suburban housewife.”
Emma grabbed my hand and pulled me up the stairs, “Let’s go see what we have to work with then we can decide if we need to go on shopping spree.”
When we got to my room I laughed as she raced into my closet like a little girl in a candy store. “Let’s see what we have to work with.”
I stepped aside and watched my friend tear through my clothes in search of something that she would deem appropriate knowing full well she wouldn’t find anything to her liking. Finally after what seemed like an hour she threw her hands up and shouted, “You dress like you are a 50 year old housewife. What is the matter with bahis şirketleri you? You are a beautiful young woman. Let’s go. We need to get you an outfit that will wow everyone tomorrow night.”
I gasped in frustration, “I am married woman. Help me understand why I need to wow everyone tomorrow night?”
Emma shook her head and sighed, “Because it will make you feel better about yourself. You will see what I mean when you notice all eyes on you. Trust me girlfriend you need a little boost in the self esteem category. Now stop stalling and let’s go.”
We went shopping at various stores before I finally agreed on an outfit. I think I agreed more because I was tired and frustrated rather than the look of the outfit. It wasn’t anything I would have bought by myself but Emma was persuasive as was the sales lady. It was a sexy little black pullover dress with spaghetti straps. Unreasonably short for my normal standards. It was low cut on the back and showed ample cleavage on top. I didn’t see how I could wear a bra which made me feel uneasy. We left the store and made a quick stop to get some opened toe black heels.
Emma was so excited she was beside herself with glee. By the time we got back home I was regretting having ever agreed to this cockamamie idea. I was already making plans in my mind to back out. I thanked Emma before she left and told myself to sleep on it and see how I felt tomorrow.
Later that evening sitting in my backyard lanai I pondered everything that happened today. I sipped on a glass of Rose and thought there is no way I can wear the outfit I bought today. What on earth was I thinking letting Emma talk me into this silly idea. It was a beautiful evening and once again I was all by myself with no one to enjoy its ambiance. Hmmm maybe I do need to go and have a good time tomorrow night. It certainly can’t be any worse than sitting home by yourself. I heard the lanai door slide opened and heard my daughter say, “Hi mom. I’m home. I’m going upstairs to finish my homework. Good night. I love you.”
I turned and smiled, “I love you too babe. See you tomorrow morning.” I lost myself once again in my silly wonderings. I had to admit that I looked really nice in that little dress. I just don’t know that I have the confidence to wear something like that in public. What if someone I know sees me dressed like that? I’d be horrified but then again who do I know would actually be at this event. Hmmm. I went inside and got ready for bed.
As I undressed, I glanced at myself in the mirror and in all honesty I was still a very attractive woman. My breasts had a little more sag but they were also much fuller. I ran a hand over my stomach, it was nice and firm. Turning around I looked over my shoulder and my ass was tight. I worked hard to keep my body looking good and it shows. Not bad for a 36 year old, not bad at all. I threw on an old ratty tee and looked at myself again and laughed. There’s the suburban housewife I love. I made my way to bed and fell asleep surprisingly quick even with so much indecision’s coursing through my hyperactive brain.
The next morning at breakfast Ginny asked me what I was going to do that night. When I mentioned that Emma was taking me to some party at Crickets she exploded in surprise. “Oh my God mom. How did you get tickets for that party. Everyone is talking about it at school. I can’t believe you are going. That is so so so cool mom!”
I grinned at her exuberance and said, “Wait a minute why are you guys talking about it. You guys are only 17 years old. Besides I don’t think I’m going to go. It’s really not my type of gathering. I’m much too old for that.”
Ginny jumped in, “Mom you better go because I want to hear all about it Saturday when I come home. You are so lucky mom. You are going to have so much fun.”
“I’ll see about that but first answer my question. How do you know about this?”
“Mom, it’s all over social media. Anyone who is anyone knows about this. People are dying for an invite. It’s the social event of the year and you are going. Oh my God! My mom is going to be at Crickets. I can’t wait to tell everyone at school.”
Ginny got up and kissed me as she left for school, “You are so lucky mom. See you tomorrow. I can’t wait to hear all about it. Love ya.” I looked at her and shook my head, oh to be young and carefree again.
I spent the rest of the morning walking around aimlessly torn between going and not going. On one hand I was excited to see what this event was all about yet worried that I would not fit in. I developed a headache due to all my internal strife. Enough I told myself. I poured myself a glass of Rose and went out back to enjoy the beautiful day. It was nearly 5:00 when my phone rang. I looked down to see it was my husband. I excitedly answered, “Hi sweetheart. I miss you. When will you be back home?”
He barked, “Andrea, listen I don’t have a lot of time. Can you check the mail to see if I received anything from our bank?”
I got up and said, “I’ll go check. So when are you coming home. I really do miss you.”
As I checked bahis firmaları the mail I thought to myself, you fucking asshole. What am I to you? A maid? You can’t even say I miss you! “Nothing from the bank here honey. Sorry is there anything I can do….”
He snapped, “Damn it. Nothing you can do Andrea. I gotta go.” and hung up.
Well that settled it once and for all. I’m going to the event tonight and I’m going to have a good time. I called Emma and asked her when she was picking me up. She said she would stop by around 7:00 to so some pre party shooters before heading out. I smiled and thought less than 2 hours to get ready! Let the transformation from suburban housewife to social butterfly begin. I scurried upstairs and drew a nice hot bath.
I poured myself another glass of wine and entered the tub. The hot water felt wonderful. I soaked up the heat and closed my eyes thinking about tonight. Nervous but now certainly more excited to be there. I eventually made my way out of the tub and dried myself off. Looking at the clock I knew I had plenty of time to pamper myself so I didn’t want to rush. I spent a long time rubbing lotion on my legs and arms. As I sat there feeling the luxurious softness of my legs I let my hands wander up to my breasts. I softly caressed them, rubbing the lotion onto them, my nipples hardening as I felt a warm wetness develop between my legs. It had been so long since I felt the tingling begin to fester within me. I closed my eyes and savored the heat enveloping my inner folds. Why has it been so long since I allowed myself to savor these now too unfamiliar sensations.
I selected some sexy sheer black underwear. As I pulled them up over my hips I allowed my fingers to slowly trace my slit, feeling the wet heat already present. I pulled my dress over my head and smooth the little bit that was left down past my hips. I gently slipped my open toed heels on and stood in front of the mirror admiring myself. I couldn’t help but feel a bit insecure. I had never worn a dress that revealed so much of me. It made me uneasy knowing that people would see so much of me but yet as I stood there I couldn’t help but noticed that I looked really really sexy. I hadn’t felt this since, well since never! Damn girl!
I went downstairs to wait for Emma and as luck would have it Emma was at the door. I opened the door and my jaw dropped as I looked at how stunningly beautiful Emma looked. Her dress clung to her body as if it were painted on. She looked unbelievably sexy especially for a 38 year old. I said, “Wow Emma. You look hot! You are going to have a hard time fighting off all the men tonight.”
Emma smiled, “That’s the idea Andrea. By the way you look sexy as all can be. You better be careful tonight. Remember you are a married woman.”
I laughed at my friend, “Yeah right! I’m sure I’ll be just fine watching you on the prowl.” Having said that I did wonder what was in store for me tonight. Not sure I wanted to know!
Emma raced into the kitchen and poured two cocktails from a container she had brought. She handed me one and raised her glass to toast, “To us hot sexy ladies! May we find what we are searching for tonight! Cheers!” I laughed as I took a large gulp out of my glass.
“Wow this tastes really good. What is it?”
Emma filled up my glass and said it’s a “Lime Rickey with some alcohol in it. Bottoms up!”
We talked and drank for the better part of an hour while munching on some cheese. Needless to say with the wine from earlier in the day and these Lime Rickeys I was feeling really good. Around 8:00 we left for Crickets, which was a 15 minute car ride. Once we arrived I was amazed at all of outside buzz. There were people and cars everywhere. We finally reached the Valet. The door was opened for me and as I got out of the car I couldn’t help but notice the young mans eyes ogling my legs. It sent a shiver down my spine.
As we entered the event I basically noticed that this was a big dance club for the lack of a better term. In the middle was probably the largest dance floor I have ever seen. It was surrounded by tables already filled with patrons. There were three bars on the outer edge of the tables and then from what I could tell there were some roped off areas with very plush couches and arm chairs. I pulled on Emma’s arm and pointed to the roped off area, “What is that and why is it roped off?” Emma replied, “VIP section. You need to know someone to get in there and right now we don’t know anyone.”
With that she pulled me off to the bar to get a drink. Before we even got close enough to order a drink we were accosted by a group of guys wanting to dance with us. We soon found ourselves dancing with 4 young guys. All of them trying to grind close to us. We were laughing and enjoying the attention when one of them grabbed me around the waist and pulled me back onto him. I immediately felt his hardening cock push up against my ass as he leaned down and nibbled on my ear as he told me how sexy I looked. I felt a rush of adrenaline shoot inside of me as he held onto my hips while grinding kaçak bahis siteleri his cock into me.
I finally broke free and wagged my finger at him as if I was scolding him. He laughed, shrugged his shoulders and kept dancing. I looked over at Emma and she was sandwiched between two young studs enjoying every moment as their hands roamed her hot little body. A song slow came on and one of the guys pulled me into his arms. As much as I didn’t want to dance with him I felt a certain desire to be held close. I wrapped my arms around him and rested my head on his shoulders as we swayed to the music. I closed my eyes and savored his arms wrapped around me. It was nice to be held like that and the alcohol made me lose track of where I was. The next thing I knew I felt one hand grabbing my ass tightly while the other one attempting to snake its way under the hem of my dress. My eyes shot wide open and as I looked up at him he lowered his lips onto mine for a kiss. He was grinding on me and pawing me as I tried to break free. Finally he let go and said, “Jeez what’s with the attitude? It was just a kiss.”
I turned and pushed through the crowd as I headed to the bar. Once there I found a barstool and sat up on it. I was a little self conscious as my dress rode up high showing a lot more leg than I wanted. I was definitely feeling a little awkward and needing a drink. The bartender came up and I ordered a Margarita. As I sat there with my drink I felt incredibly unsure of what to do next. I obviously didn’t go with the flow while on the dance floor. Looking down onto the dance floor I noticed just about everyone was either making out, grinding into each other, groping, and just about having sex. Gosh all of sudden I felt old and out of place.
As I ordered another Margarita I once again turned my attention to the dance floor when I heard a voice from behind me, “Mrs Walker? Is that you?” I froze in terror! Oh no, how do I explain this. I slowly turned around to see a handsome young man.
He looked familiar but I couldn’t quite remember where I had met him. My heart was racing as this was the scenario I was dreading. I said with a smile, “I’m sorry do I know you?”
The young man was very handsome. He had a striking combination of black hair with piercing blue eyes. He looked to be about 6′ tall and very athletic. He smiled and stuck his hand out to shake mine, “Mrs Walker, I’m Scottie Miller. I live right down the street from you, well at least my parents do. I’m in my last year at the University of Michigan. I’m just home for the summer.”
His handshake was firm but yet felt very electric. My body responded to his touch in a way I had not expected. He continued, “You look amazing. I can’t believe you are here.” My heart was racing as he continued to hold my hand while looking straight into my eyes. I felt his strength and confidence oozing through his touch. I smiled and took a deep breath before responding, “Yes, I do remember you. You have certainly changed since I last saw you. It must be at least 4 years? Maybe when you were still in High School?”
He was now softly caressing my hand as he said, “Well hopefully I’ve change for the better. You certainly have. I mean you look incredible. I used to have the biggest crush on you when I was younger. I always thought you were so beautiful and you still are. I think it’s been almost 5 years since I last saw you.”
My heart fluttered as I took another gulp of my margarita. I was definitely feeling things running through my body that I haven’t felt in years. Hopefully my nervousness was not evident. I mean I’m old enough to be his mother yet I’m almost feeling like a teenager again. I tried as best to compose myself before I responded, “Scottie, thank you for your nice compliments. Please call me Andrea. Mrs Walker does not seem appropriate tonight. Can I get you a drink?”
Oh my god! Seriously! Did I just offer to buy him a drink? What am I doing? I took another long swallow of my drink as he replied, “Yes I’ll have what you are having but let me get them. It’s the least I can do for all those years of being my secret crush.” Before I could respond he quickly ordered two more margaritas and then said, “Are you here alone or with friends?”
I was now really starting to lose control. It was all I could do to not reach up and pull him into my arms. This young man had quickly made me feel so special. It had been so long since anyone had that affect on me. I smiled as I saw Scottie steal peeks at my legs. I was so caught up in the moment that I hadn’t realized that we were still holding hands as we talked. I replied, “I came with my girlfriend Emma. She still somewhere out there on the dance floor. It was too much for me so I came over here to relax.”
Scottie grabbed his drink and raised it and said, “To the most beautiful woman here tonight. I’m so glad I got to see you again after all these years.” We clinked glasses and before I could take a drink he leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I meant every word I said. You are so beautiful.” Then quickly gave me a kiss on my cheek. Needless to say the sensations coursing through my body were incredible. I felt flushed and almost gasping for air. This young man was having a positive affect on my confidence so much that I said, “Would you like to dance?”
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