I was getting uncomfortable trying to voice the words.
“Do I?”
“Yes, you do.”
“Let’s see…was it when I got up and pulled my pants on?” he said, tracing the inside of my thigh with his warm hand.
“No…n-n-no, not that.”
“Was it when I asked you what you wanted for breakfast?” he said, brushing his fingers softly along the inside of my knee.
“Not that, either.”
“Hmmm, I need more clues,” he said thoughtfully, leaning in and circling the very tip of his tongue around my parted lips. “Maybe it was when I did this.” He again nuzzled my cheek with his nose. “Or maybe it was this,” he said, probing my mouth with his tongue. “Or maybe it was when I thought of doing this,” he said, pulling my robe open and circling my small breasts with his fingers.
“I think you are getting close,” I whispered, as he pulled me over to the couch.
“Am I? Well, then, I think I would like to get even closer,” he quietly replied.
“Okay…where would you like to go to get closer?”
“Hmmm…table’s too hard…let’s go over to the couch.”
Cam took my hand in his, and we headed over to a morning of pleasurable satisfaction.
Chapter 12
The big night finally arrived. I had kept myself busy throughout the day. I’d washed and dried the dishes after Cam left for work, did laundry, cleaned the cat bowls, scrubbed the toilet – anything to keep from thinking about the auction. When it was time to get ready, I’d taken another long, hot shower, re-washed my hair, shaved my legs, and even exfoliated my face. I took my time coaxing my hair into a smooth, shiny bob, with wispy bangs framing my face. It was only a matter of time before my hair chose to do its own thing, but at least I had a good start. Sliding my Vivienne Westwood Priestess asymmetrical dress up over my legs, I pushed my arms through the openings, and pulled up the zipper. I secured a gold belt around my waist. Scrutinizing myself in the mirror, I reached for an odd assortment of earrings to add that needed “quirk factor,” put just a touch of mascara on my lashes, and a dab of lip gloss, and I was ready. For what I did not know, but at least I looked alright.
Mac and Jack came by and rubbed my legs. “Protection?” I asked them.
Tonight especially , they thought at the same time.
I shook my head and moseyed to the front door. I took one last look at the house, pivoting in a big circle, looked skyward, and then scampered down the steps of the front porch to my car.
When I arrived at the community center, the parking lot was still quite empty. Guests would not arrive for a couple of hours. I parked behind the back and sat thinking – more like procrastinating – for several minutes. My stomach was in a twisted knot. I could feel a tension headache starting to build momentum in my temples. Despite Cam’s assurance that everything would be okay, I did not feel any optimism about tonight…only dread. Finally, I took a deep breath, got out of the car, and resolutely marched up to the community center. I opened the back door and slipped in. Jill was just inside the door, talking to Mr. Dallas in low, hushed tones. When they heard the door slam shut, they both looked over at me. Jill gave a disapproving stare. Mr. Dallas’ lips pressed into a tight line and he said, “Not what I would have chosen.”
Jill added, “We asked you to wear something RACY, Chérie. Something designed to attract. This thing looks like a bag.”
Mr. Dallas made a clucking noise with his tongue . “Yes, dear, a bit lower cut was what we had in mind. This will have to do,” he said with a sigh, pushing his lower lip into a pout. “Turn around.”
My stomach clenched, but I did as I was told.
“My, my, you do have a lovely figure. Jill, darling, I think she can pull this off.”
Jill was now his darling? What about her husband? I stood there, uncertain what to do next. Jill lumbered over and reached towards the front of my dress. I
“Do I?”
“Yes, you do.”
“Let’s see…was it when I got up and pulled my pants on?” he said, tracing the inside of my thigh with his warm hand.
“No…n-n-no, not that.”
“Was it when I asked you what you wanted for breakfast?” he said, brushing his fingers softly along the inside of my knee.
“Not that, either.”
“Hmmm, I need more clues,” he said thoughtfully, leaning in and circling the very tip of his tongue around my parted lips. “Maybe it was when I did this.” He again nuzzled my cheek with his nose. “Or maybe it was this,” he said, probing my mouth with his tongue. “Or maybe it was when I thought of doing this,” he said, pulling my robe open and circling my small breasts with his fingers.
“I think you are getting close,” I whispered, as he pulled me over to the couch.
“Am I? Well, then, I think I would like to get even closer,” he quietly replied.
“Okay…where would you like to go to get closer?”
“Hmmm…table’s too hard…let’s go over to the couch.”
Cam took my hand in his, and we headed over to a morning of pleasurable satisfaction.
Chapter 12
The big night finally arrived. I had kept myself busy throughout the day. I’d washed and dried the dishes after Cam left for work, did laundry, cleaned the cat bowls, scrubbed the toilet – anything to keep from thinking about the auction. When it was time to get ready, I’d taken another long, hot shower, re-washed my hair, shaved my legs, and even exfoliated my face. I took my time coaxing my hair into a smooth, shiny bob, with wispy bangs framing my face. It was only a matter of time before my hair chose to do its own thing, but at least I had a good start. Sliding my Vivienne Westwood Priestess asymmetrical dress up over my legs, I pushed my arms through the openings, and pulled up the zipper. I secured a gold belt around my waist. Scrutinizing myself in the mirror, I reached for an odd assortment of earrings to add that needed “quirk factor,” put just a touch of mascara on my lashes, and a dab of lip gloss, and I was ready. For what I did not know, but at least I looked alright.
Mac and Jack came by and rubbed my legs. “Protection?” I asked them.
Tonight especially , they thought at the same time.
I shook my head and moseyed to the front door. I took one last look at the house, pivoting in a big circle, looked skyward, and then scampered down the steps of the front porch to my car.
When I arrived at the community center, the parking lot was still quite empty. Guests would not arrive for a couple of hours. I parked behind the back and sat thinking – more like procrastinating – for several minutes. My stomach was in a twisted knot. I could feel a tension headache starting to build momentum in my temples. Despite Cam’s assurance that everything would be okay, I did not feel any optimism about tonight…only dread. Finally, I took a deep breath, got out of the car, and resolutely marched up to the community center. I opened the back door and slipped in. Jill was just inside the door, talking to Mr. Dallas in low, hushed tones. When they heard the door slam shut, they both looked over at me. Jill gave a disapproving stare. Mr. Dallas’ lips pressed into a tight line and he said, “Not what I would have chosen.”
Jill added, “We asked you to wear something RACY, Chérie. Something designed to attract. This thing looks like a bag.”
Mr. Dallas made a clucking noise with his tongue . “Yes, dear, a bit lower cut was what we had in mind. This will have to do,” he said with a sigh, pushing his lower lip into a pout. “Turn around.”
My stomach clenched, but I did as I was told.
“My, my, you do have a lovely figure. Jill, darling, I think she can pull this off.”
Jill was now his darling? What about her husband? I stood there, uncertain what to do next. Jill lumbered over and reached towards the front of my dress. I
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