Fear and Anticipation

After a long day at work, Jamie is glad that it is Friday. She is looking forward to the weekend for the first time in six months. She is so eager to get home and relax, she didn’t turn her desk light out as she left the office. She raced down to her car and headed home. She got up to the bedroom and jumped into bed. She stretched out and rolled around, moaning at the idea of lying in bed all weekend. She sat up and kicked her heels off while undoing the bun in her hair. She tossed her heels into the closet as her dark hair dropped around her face. She pushed her hair back and started to undo the buttons of her blouse. She got the last button and immediately pulled the blouse off. She laid it on the bed next to herself while removing her bra. She put the bra on top of the blouse and arched back and groaned from the sensation of her perky globes bouncing freely in the open air. She tosses her blouse and bra into the corner of the room and stood up to pull her skirt off. Her soft B cups jiggled as she shimmied the skirt down and over her curvy hips and thighs. Her thighs were slim, she admired them as her skirt slides over them. She let the skirt fall to the floor before kicking it into the corner with her blouse and bra.

She caught a glimpse of herself the mirror and admired her soft, tight body. She ran her hands over her hips and complimented herself on the contrast of her blue panties and light milky skin. She winked and blew a kiss at herself before pushing her panties down and kicking them into the corner. She pours yourself a glass of wine and decides to treat yourself to a relaxing bubble bath. She has a sip of wine before running the water. She proceeds to get ready for her bath. It takes a minute or so to get the water temperature adjusted before she can close the drain and allow the bath to fill. You have another sip of wine and catches a glimpse of herself in the mirror again. Pretty good for a 32 year old divorced woman, she tells herself. Her mind drifts back to the office incident, she had seen me glancing at her, then she recieved a plain black envelope with her name in gold calligraphy. She picks it up, and the weight surprises her. The envelope texture is sophisticated, refined and expensive. She turns it over and sees a seal on the back, but she doesn’t recognize it. ” Strange,” She thinks to herself. She slides her finger under the flap, breaking the seal and opens the envelope. It’s one of those fancy envelopes with gold paper lining on the inside, almost like a wedding invitation. She figures that must be it; someone else in this damn office is getting married, and once again, it’s not her. Not that she really wants to get married again. She is very happy being divorced, career oriented, spending her weekends with girlfriends or the occasional date, at least that’s what she tells herself over a glass of wine at night. I’ve never been the type of woman who dreamed about her wedding; she didn’t want to get married the first time, and she don’t really want to get married again. However, it would be nice to have a special someone in her life who wasn’t battery operated.

She pulls out the invitation and is immediately struck by its elegant flare. The invitation is square, black, textured paper with gold text. On the left side is an ornate mask. She is mesmerized by the mask, as she runs her fingers over it, feeling the indentation from the printing. It’s gold and emerald green with long flowing ribbons, jewels and glitter on the face and a few feathers on the very top. It’s beautiful. Her eyes dart to the invitation information. You are cordially invited to spend the weekend with John Malone at a mystery location. RSVP by Thursday, to Gill at xxx.xxx.xxxx. Upon confirmation of your RSVP to accept, John Malone will contact you. She never imagined spending a weekend with the wealthiest womanizer in Dallas. She remembers a few looks from some adoring men. She had worn her shortest skirt and black stiletto heels and had drawn a few approving glances. At one point she had made eye contact and even smiled at one of her admirers only to see me quickly look away. “ He must be shy,” She told herself.
However as she leaves the office later, she caught sight of me in one of the mirrored building windows. I had changed direction and was now following her. She stopped before entering the parking garage, I stopped. She moved again and I followed. It feels a little creepy yet she had found herself slightly stimulated by my obvious admiration. Without consciously realizing it she decided to reward my appreciation by purposely dropping her car keys and slowly bending over to retrieve them. She can almost feel my eyes glued to the back of her upper thighs as she wonders just how far up her skirt I may have seen? A warm flush swept over her body as she visualized my dick swelling in my pants. She had quickly glanced over her shoulder and caught me discreetly trying to adjust my crotch which only confirmed her suspicions that she had just given me a hard on!

She is suddenly startled by a noise but quickly assures herself that it is probably just her imagination.