“Hi, Sheila, it’s just me,” I said, bursting through the front door. I was running late for a dinner date with my sister, Christine.
I stopped dead in my tracks as I spied her coming out of the bathroom. I’d never seen her looking so hot. She nervously brushed a few wisps of hair that had escaped from beneath a towel that was twisted into a turban on her head, clearly unnerved that I’d seen what she was wearing.
“I . . . er . . . I didn’t expect you home so early,” she stuttered.
I couldn’t keep my eyes off her stunning figure. She was wearing a red and black teddy underneath her robe. It was open, revealing her amazing body. She had beautiful ebony skin and the red complemented her, turning her into a vibrant vamp.
“I forgot something,” I said, still staring at her breasts.
She pulled the robe tight around her body and rushed into her bedroom. I stood there looking after her. In the twelve months we’d shared this apartment, not once had I seen her go out on a date, yet these last five Fridays, whenever I got home, she was never here and didn’t arrive back until Sunday morning.
When I’d asked her where she’d been, she just said she’d been out with some old school friends. I suggested she bring them around here one Friday. I said I’d love to meet them but she just ignored me.
I was a snoop by nature and the fact that she had that sexy teddy on didn’t fool me. Normally she dressed very conservatively. She was a librarian and, believe me, usually she looked the part. Hair pulled up in a bun, horn-rimmed glasses. She looked and acted like a mouse.
On the weekends prior she would just bum around in track-suits and sloppy clothes. She always had her nose in a book. I must admit I didn’t have much time for her, always busy with my own life. I had no idea she was so horny looking.
She was seeing someone, but who? And why the secrecy?
“See you,” she yelled, as she passed my door.
I felt so alone when she left. I lay on my bed thinking about her. Dinner with Christine now seemed such a chore whereas before I was looking forward to it.
“Can we skip dinner?” I asked my sister Christine when she answered her phone.
“Yeah, why?” she said.
“Oh, I just don’t feel like it that’s all,” I said.
“You okay?” she asked.
“Yeah, it’s just that . . . it’s . . .”
Christine knew I had a crush on Sheila. She’d already told me to either tell her or get over it.
“It’s what?” she pried.
“It’s Sheila. She’s going out again tonight and I caught her coming out of the bathroom wearing a very sexy teddy,” I blurted out.
“So what! Leave the girl alone. You have to get over this obsession you have with her,” she said.
“I’m not obsessing. I’m just curious. Don’t you think it’s strange, her spending all those weekends away and not telling me anything?”
“I think you’re strange. She doesn’t have to tell you anything. You’re not her mother. Don’t bug her about it. It’s her own business. I’ve got another call. I’ll talk to you tomorrow,” she said hanging up.
I rolled over burying my face in the pillow. I didn’t care what she said. I wanted to know what she was up to. Many thoughts and scenarios rushed through my mind. I lay there thinking hard, wondering where she was and what she was up to.
I imagined that I’d followed her out, watched as she ran down the steps, her long hair trailing after her. She’d hop into a cab and her coat would ride up so I’d be able to see the tops of her stockings. Stockings meant suspenders and suspenders meant no ugly panty hose.
I’d keep my distance as the taxi sped through the quiet streets. It would stop in a seedy part of town where there were old warehouses. I’d cut my lights and idle along, just like in the movies. When she knocks on a door someone wearing a dark robe will answer it.
I can’t see what the person looks like as the light from inside the room shadows his face. She slips inside and I’m left to wonder what to do next. I decide to cruise by slowly; my lights still off and park just around the corner of the building.
What would happen next?
Faint music would be coming from inside. There are windows but they are too high for me to see into. Skirting around the back I’d find an old milk crate. I take it with me back to a window and balance carefully on it. I’m able to peer inside, just between the crack of the curtain.
This room is a dining room. A huge wooden table dominates the room with large ornate chairs that could seat about twenty people. Nothing at all mysterious about this room, quite boring actually and then I see someone walk past the room so I’d pull back on instinct, become more interested and grab my crate and go to the other side.
Can’t have my fantasy too boring. I’d have to make it more exciting.
This room would be nothing like the other. This one is decked out with what looks like thick and luxurious carpet, with deep mahogany furniture and plush red velvet covers. There is a huge chair, more like a throne, placed at the center of one of the walls. Small tables and armchairs are scattered about the room.
Large wooden posts are attached to the ceiling at the same end as the throne and there is a crate or cage with wooden bars nearby, an array of whips adorn the wall and in a glass cabinet I spy dildos, vibrators and other interesting toys.
Yes, that gives it a definite intriguing atmosphere.
Voices alert me to the doorway. Sheila is leading the way, wearing a long purple robe. As she walks the gown parts and underneath I see she is still wearing the sexy teddy and definitely stockings and suspenders. Her hair is draped around her like a shawl. Even from this distance I’ll be able to see she has her face beautifully made up and as she heads for the throne, others will enter the room. All will be women.
Sheila will be the only one in purple. She’ll stand out, look special. Some will be in black, some red and two girls will sit at Sheila’s feet wearing white tunics, white see through tunics. I’ll peer harder, nearly topple off the crate to see if either of them are wearing underwear.
They won’t! Dark nipples will stand out like beacons as the girls’ cross their legs to sit on the floor. Most of the armchairs will be taken up. Waitresses, dressed only in a short apron and nothing else, their breasts swaying as they walk will enter as well as two men wearing tight leather pants and no shirts. They’ll stand on either side of the girls who are at Sheila’s feet, their arms crossed, muscles flexed.
My pussy throbs as I plan which way to go from here.