Sally lived alone, she was in her mid 50's and enjoyed the peace and quiet of her own company. She worked from home most of the time. She was a music arranger, and choreographer, she had been trained at the Royal Academy of Dance, following her BA Hons, she further qualified as a teacher. That enabled her to tutor young people who were learning develop their skills, and in addition she taught additional lessons for young girls to play musical instruments.
A small slim woman, she was 5'1" tall, with a good figure, small, neat bum, and lovely legs, with particularly shapely calves, accentuated by her habit of standing with her toes turned inwards. Her bust size was 32B, small, but proportional to her size. Chestnut brown hair, she had it regularly coloured at her preferred salon. Wearing it long, held back with elastic hairbands, it reached down to the middle of her back.
She was well endowed with pubic hair, thick and dark, if she didn't keep it trimmed, it was uncontrollable. Having to take care when wearing swimsuits or bikinis, because it poked out under the elastic of the legs, at the sides and under her bottom. Wearing panties under a short skirt or dress could be just as problematical, as she ran the risk of revealing too much if she was careless when sitting or bending over.
From a distance she looked like a young girl, but a closer look showed her small face was slightly pinched, and a little lined, but she was still quite pretty with dark almost violet eyes. When she was young, she was heartstoppingly lovely. When she smiled, she could light up a room. She played tennis, and squash, swam, and enjoyed a well balanced diet, plenty of fruit and vegetables, salads, with lean meat, fish and healthy desserts. Often spending many hours walking in the countryside when time permitted to keep herself fit and trim.
She liked to dress in a relaxed and stylish manner, mostly yoga pants, or leggings with loose tops, sweatshirts, or cotton tops. Her fondness for leggings was more than just that they were comfortable. Whether they were lightweight or heavy material, they showed the shapeliness of her legs. Even though with the tightness they showed her prominent pubic mound, it was worth it and sometimes worked to her advantage. There were often times when she wore skirts, or dresses, choosing plain heavyweight materials, stylish, enticing but not outrageous.
She'd never married or had children nor wanted to, and any chance for that had now passed, but she had enjoyed relationships with several boyfriends, a few of whom had been with her for several years. She'd also had several affairs with married men in the theatre world. She enjoyed the sex, but not the drama when the wives found out. The last time had been particularly harrowing, and she swore off men from that point onwards. When she felt a normal sexual urge, she resisted it, staying at home until the desires subsided.
She didn't seek relief in porn, she had watched some of course, most of it was boring, male centric, unrealistic and didn't help her to overcome her physical desires. There were plenty of opportunities for lesbian encounters and relationships in the showbiz society circles in which she moved. She felt she was very definitely straight, or so she thought, preferring the male side of things. That's not to say that she didn't admire other girls or find herself in erotic situations with them.
In her first years at the academy, while they were learning ballet work. One of the girls lived with her parents, and they had a large house with a hall that the family used for parties, dinners, and things of that nature. Six of them went with her one weekend while the parents were away. Clearing the furniture to the sides of the room, they danced naked, with only ballet pointes. It was breathtakingly beautiful, their naked bodies, glistening in the warm lights. Indulging in several sensual moments with the other girls, touching, stroking, fondling, with her fingers straying into their intimate parts. Sharing several kisses with her fellow dancers, probably one of the sweetest experiences of her life.
Watching as a few of the girls, engaged in close physical contact, exploring their female bodies, writhing together, enjoying the feeling of contact with other girls. It was a stunning visual exhibition, full of passion, and somehow seriously sensuous. Her heart was touched by the expression of sapphic love, both graceful in its exhibition, yet earthily carnal on its performance. They twirled and spun, adopting ballet stances, posing arabesque, plié, grand battement, or relevé, all the while naked, leaving nothing to the imagination. She always remembered the heady aroma that soon permeated the air, the smell of warm bodies, of female scents, feminine perfume, and pure raw sex, hanging heavy in their nostrils. It would have been easy for her to succumb to the atmosphere and indulge herself with the other girls. Recognising both her curiosity and leaning towards lesbianism, she resisted. Strongly denying herself, even though she ached to experience the softness of the other girl's lips and to achieve much wanted release. Limiting herself to tasting her fingers and enjoying the rich flavour of feminine essence.
Subsequently, she became celibate, focusing her attention to her work, her art, and releasing her frustration with sport, exercise and solitude. It and had been more than 20 years since she had last enjoyed time with a man in the sexual embrace, so long that she had almost forgotten what it felt like.
She exercised regularly, mostly walking, occasionally using the local gym. She gave herself one luxury a month when she would book a private dance studio. There, she would put her hair up, and wearing a leotard, a short silk handmade ballet skirt, leg warmers and pointes, she would practice her ballet positions. Spending several hours there, first warming up, then dancing to her hearts content. Stretching her muscles, loosening her joints, generally trimming her figure to appear much younger than her actual years. Often finishing feeling physically tired but exhilarated as the blood rushed through her veins from the vigorous exercise.
She owned a three bedroomed end of terrace house in Stanmore. The layout a little unconventional, the kitchen at the front, with a downstairs toilet across the small hallway. Two large reception room at the back of the house with a pleasant view of her secluded garden. Upstairs, her bedroom was at the front of the house, with her bathroom across the landing, the other two bedrooms at the back, she used one as a wardrobe and the other was furnished as her spare bedroom, for the occasional visits by her girlfriend guests. She had just completed the conversation of one of her downstairs rooms into a music studio. It was desperately in need of a new wall to wall carpet.
She had gone to the local carpet sales centre and chosen am expensive grey, thick loop Berber, together with a top tread underlay. She had seen some of the men who worked for the carpet shop, and it had ignited her passion to spend intimate time with a man once again. This time it wasn't easy for her to suppress it. The power of her yearning startled her, and although she struggled to control herself it was a losing battle.
The carpet warehouse had called to let her know the fitters would be arriving the following morning, she would be their first call on Friday. Deciding to take a chance that something might happen (she was certainly going to try), she prepared for the visit. Hoping that if she made herself available, then she might enjoy the early part of the day in the realisation of her sexual needs. She showered, dried herself, spraying herself with anti perspirant, before dressing quickly. Choosing a plain white bra, a soft cotton green and yellow printed top, tight black leggings, without panties because she didn't want to spoil the look with a noticeable VPL. Completing her ensemble with a pair of white slipper socks.
Preparing her bedroom, just in case, she left her curtains drawn, and low lights to make the atmosphere more intimate. Stretching a polythene sheet under the under the blanket that she had beneath her bottom sheet, to protect the mattress from staining. Thoughtfully she placed a box of tissues by the bedside, together with a pack of wet wipes. Turning the sheets down, she sprayed the linen with one of her subtle perfumes. Placing a stack of clean towels on one of her bedroom chairs, then changing the towels in the bathroom for fresh ones, putting several face cloths, and bars of soap in the trays. If nothing took place, then it was a number of jobs she wouldn't need to do later.
Arriving outside her house, at around 8:00am, the carpet fitters parked their vans in the lay-by next to her home, taking the carpet and their tools out before knocking on her front front door. They were both young, Adam the experienced fitter was around 30. The other man, Nick was around 25. Both big men, they were professional in their work. Taking their shoes off in the hallway before starting. Adam telling her that it was a small straightforward job, the room rectangular without any awkward recesses. It would only take him an hour to complete the job, if that.
Adam explained that Nick was only there to help him lift her old carpet and refit the grippers around the edges of the room. He would leave and take the waste away, then go onto another job, leaving Adam to stretch and fit her new floor covering.
Once the initial work of preparation was completed, Nick left around 8:30, with a cheery goodbye. Leaving Adam to start cutting the carpets and fitting the thick underlay.
She exchanged a little teasing jokes with him, responding to his suggestive comments, with giggles, girlishly poking the tip of her tongue out between her teeth and replying in an equivalently provocative manner.
