date, but she wasn’t going looking like the same woman from the daytime either.
She also didn’t want to end up looking too sexy or suggestive.
Plus, the outfit she would have worn, Eric had already seen her in the night they met.
As the clock ticked, she let her hair out of her bun and decided to flatten the waves and bumps since flattened hair was not as sexy as wavy hair. It would help her look modest, she figured.
That she would wear a dress was a definite; what type was not.
I’m such a skank , she thought as she looked through her wardrobe, her dresses all sexy one way or another, showing off skin and/or curves, short on the bottom or top.
She finally decided on a red dress with a halter type top and a cinched waist, with a flowy bottom that hit her thigh mid-way.
She figured jewelry on the conservative side would make up for the exposed legs.
Why am I thinking so hard about this? she thought as she clipped in a hair accessory that made her hair fall mainly on one side, giving a clear view of her choice of earrings.
She slipped on a pair of black Louboutins, unable to help herself; she had to indulge a little.
She also made sure to wear a pair of matching lacy underwear.
She hadn’t told Liz about the date even though she knew Liz probably could have helped her figure out her look. Still, she didn’t want Liz—or anyone—to know what she and Eric were up to just yet.
She was just finishing up her makeup when her phone rang.
Eric had arrived to pick her up.
She considered taking along a briefcase instead of a purse as a reminder of the nature of their date but decided against it.
When she finally got a good look at Eric, she wished she’d gone along with the briefcase.
She thought she had an idea of what trouble she was in when she thought of him in a romantic setting in a suit, but it was nothing compared to actually seeing him when he arrived to pick her up.
She had tried to get out of that too—tried to convince him it was best they just meet at the restaurant so it was even less like a date, but he would have none of it.
“I know where you live and I’m showing up there,” he had said. “No need for you to waste gas and add to pollution and all that. And I’m doing this strictly for the Earth’s sake.”
***
Eric watched Janet approach the car and was glad she probably couldn’t make out his face clearly from behind the windows in the approaching dark.
He had insisted it wasn’t a date, but she had come dressed like it was, and he was glad because so had he.
As she walked, her breasts bounced a little and her legs without her usual stockings were magnificent. Her dress playfully moved with her body, swishing about her thighs, and she looked somewhere between a skipping child and a woman who knew her feminine power.
Her hair moved with the breeze.
It was only the second time he’d seen her wear it down—she usually wore buns or some other kind of up-do at work looking beautifully sophisticated.
He liked her look regardless of how she wore her hair or what she was dressed in—her work clothes simply reminded him he was supposed to behave, but he wanted her regardless.
Still, tonight’s get-up wasn’t going to make it any easier for him to restrain himself.
She smiled at him when she got in the car, and for some reason, her smile looked suggestive to him.
He felt a stirring in his loins.
Baseball. War. Weird Al Yankovich. Just keep thinking unsexy thoughts there buddy, he told himself.
***
Janet decided to skip alcohol with the meal—she needed to have all her wits about her.
She couldn’t get over how good Eric looked in his outfit.
He looked amazing in suits, but tonight he wore black slacks and a deep blue dress shirt opened at the neck, unbuttoned and rolled up neatly above the wrists.
The blue of his shirt was darker than his eyes in their usual state, but she’d seen them that shade before—in eyes filled with desire as he looked about to ravish
She also didn’t want to end up looking too sexy or suggestive.
Plus, the outfit she would have worn, Eric had already seen her in the night they met.
As the clock ticked, she let her hair out of her bun and decided to flatten the waves and bumps since flattened hair was not as sexy as wavy hair. It would help her look modest, she figured.
That she would wear a dress was a definite; what type was not.
I’m such a skank , she thought as she looked through her wardrobe, her dresses all sexy one way or another, showing off skin and/or curves, short on the bottom or top.
She finally decided on a red dress with a halter type top and a cinched waist, with a flowy bottom that hit her thigh mid-way.
She figured jewelry on the conservative side would make up for the exposed legs.
Why am I thinking so hard about this? she thought as she clipped in a hair accessory that made her hair fall mainly on one side, giving a clear view of her choice of earrings.
She slipped on a pair of black Louboutins, unable to help herself; she had to indulge a little.
She also made sure to wear a pair of matching lacy underwear.
She hadn’t told Liz about the date even though she knew Liz probably could have helped her figure out her look. Still, she didn’t want Liz—or anyone—to know what she and Eric were up to just yet.
She was just finishing up her makeup when her phone rang.
Eric had arrived to pick her up.
She considered taking along a briefcase instead of a purse as a reminder of the nature of their date but decided against it.
When she finally got a good look at Eric, she wished she’d gone along with the briefcase.
She thought she had an idea of what trouble she was in when she thought of him in a romantic setting in a suit, but it was nothing compared to actually seeing him when he arrived to pick her up.
She had tried to get out of that too—tried to convince him it was best they just meet at the restaurant so it was even less like a date, but he would have none of it.
“I know where you live and I’m showing up there,” he had said. “No need for you to waste gas and add to pollution and all that. And I’m doing this strictly for the Earth’s sake.”
***
Eric watched Janet approach the car and was glad she probably couldn’t make out his face clearly from behind the windows in the approaching dark.
He had insisted it wasn’t a date, but she had come dressed like it was, and he was glad because so had he.
As she walked, her breasts bounced a little and her legs without her usual stockings were magnificent. Her dress playfully moved with her body, swishing about her thighs, and she looked somewhere between a skipping child and a woman who knew her feminine power.
Her hair moved with the breeze.
It was only the second time he’d seen her wear it down—she usually wore buns or some other kind of up-do at work looking beautifully sophisticated.
He liked her look regardless of how she wore her hair or what she was dressed in—her work clothes simply reminded him he was supposed to behave, but he wanted her regardless.
Still, tonight’s get-up wasn’t going to make it any easier for him to restrain himself.
She smiled at him when she got in the car, and for some reason, her smile looked suggestive to him.
He felt a stirring in his loins.
Baseball. War. Weird Al Yankovich. Just keep thinking unsexy thoughts there buddy, he told himself.
***
Janet decided to skip alcohol with the meal—she needed to have all her wits about her.
She couldn’t get over how good Eric looked in his outfit.
He looked amazing in suits, but tonight he wore black slacks and a deep blue dress shirt opened at the neck, unbuttoned and rolled up neatly above the wrists.
The blue of his shirt was darker than his eyes in their usual state, but she’d seen them that shade before—in eyes filled with desire as he looked about to ravish
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