She propped one foot on the park bench in front of her and inspected her ankle closely. A small, round patch of skin peeked through her nylon pantyhose just above the buckle of her sling back shoe. She rooted through her purse in search of clear nail polish to dab over it before it started to snake up her leg. Suddenly she became aware of the pair of eyes ogling her from the opposite end of the bench, dropping the small bottle of nail polish in the process. It rolled across the concrete and propped itself conveniently against the toe of his shoe. Smiling nervously, she pointed to the bottle and cleared her throat.
"Excuse me. Would you mind?"
"Oh, not at all," Terry stammered, retrieving the bottle and handing it to her with shaking hands. His eyes roved her lovely frame as she pumped the brush up and down inside the bottle, glossing over her lovely ass that rounded so she could bend low over her ankle and cover the snag in her stocking.
"Damn!" she swore loudly and threw her hands up in exasperation. The man's eyebrow raised and he leaned toward her slightly.
"Are you okay?"
"This is the second pair I have ruined this week," the woman muttered almost absently, sticking her finger into the hole. Three small runs snaked their way around her ankle in separate directions. She sighed heavily and rolled her skirt from her knee to her thigh and slid her fingers under the lace top of her thigh highs. She allowed them to pool around her ankles before tugging her skirt back down and sitting on the bench to unfasten her shoes. She pulled the stockings from her feet and dropped them into the trash can beside her.
"Do you live around here? You could run home and change if you do."
She looked up as if she had forgotten Terry was even still there. "Oh, yea, I just live over on Western Avenue. It's only a couple of blocks from here but I have to meet a coworker here in just a few minutes and I don't want to miss him. I would rather be here and catch him than worry too much about my stockings." She shrugged and pulled at a loose bit of lint clinging to her shirt and smoothed her skirt against her legs, looking very prim. His eyes darted from her coiffed blonde hair to the fluted neck of her blouse that buttoned modestly at the bottom of her neck. She had tucked the tail of her shirt into the skirt and puffed it slightly at her waist. He smiled and opened his mouth to say something else to her but was interrupted.
"Denise, it's good to see you here," the man called amicably as he jogged in place by the bench. She looked shocked.
"Mister Williams! I didn't know you jogged through here."
"I jog for two hours every evening after work. Helps keep me in shape, you know."
"That's wonderful, sir. I come out to get fresh air in the evenings. I work out at the gym." She glanced around with a slight nervous twitch. Moments ago she was prim and collected. Now she looked as though she were about to choke.
"I'm surprised you aren't here with your family. Or is this your 'alone time'?"
"My husband has the kids working on their homework right now. I get out before dinner so we can do the family thing later." She fussed with her hair and looked nervously over her shoulder.
"I'd better be off. My heart rate is slowing down." Mister Williams pressed two fingers against his neck and checked his watch. "I will see you on Monday morning, Ms. Baker." He jogged off, leaving the two on the bench alone again.
"Someone you didn't want to see?"
"My boss's boss: one of the CEOs of the company. I never like chatting with the CEOs. They make me nervous." She watched Mister William's retreating figure jogging off down the lane.
"He obviously knows who you are. He said something to you."
"William's Enterprises wouldn't be the same without me," she mused rather sarcastically, scanning the park for her coworker. Her eyes locked with a man in a rather well tailored suit walking hurriedly up the path. She stood and bounced toward him, casting a look over her shoulder. "It was nice chatting with you." She met him before the path broke and they wandered off toward the picnic area.
Terry shook his head and wandered off in the opposite direction to commune with his thoughts. It was a typical autumn day and the leaves were beginning to shift in color from green to gold and red. Though they had not yet begun to drift lazily from the trees, the time was fast approaching. Today was jacket weather. While the sun was up, it was pleasantly warm until shortly after the sun set. The sun was sunny, the clouds were puffy, and there didn't seem to be another soul around.
That woman would make an interesting character in a story, he mused. Denise Baker married with kids and apparently was a successful woman. She worked for an undisclosed company, most likely as a secretary, and liked to take evening walks in the park. She apparently also had business meetings at the park that was only a few blocks from her house. She dressed well in long, modest skirts and long sleeved blouses. Her ass filled out her skirt beautifully if he said so himself. His mind wandered to her creamy thighs she exposed when removing her stockings and the curve of her back with the thin white dress shirt stretched tight over her skin.
