After a quick-paced walk through the upstairs hallway, she was glad to have her bare feet off the cold hardwood flooring. The guest room was slightly warmer and decorated with one of her hastily opened suitcases and a duffel bag spilling some of its contents onto her bed. She gathered these things up, pausing every now and then to catch the large towel she was wrapped in so it wouldn't fall off and expose her to the chilly air. Dropping the bag into her open suitcase, she shoved the whole pile out of the way and brushed at the bedspread, clearing away a few tiny bits of gum-wrapper that had fallen from her overturned bag. She wanted the room to be tidy in case she and one lucky guy wanted to mess it up later.
She heard the sound of the shower being started up on the other side of the hall, down at the end. She smiled shyly at herself in the big vanity mirror, knowing that whomever was using it would likely run out of hot water sooner than they expected. She mustered up enough courage to let the towel fall away from her body into her grasp, catching her naked image in a mirror yet another time. It was warm enough in here that it didn't matter. The towel was tossed harmlessly over a stuffed chair to be dealt with later.
Her cousin's home was finely decorated, and the guest room was no exception. It was mostly a matter of showing off her money, she sometimes thought privately. Why else would she insist on holding all the family gatherings here when it was much more convenient for everyone to meet at her mother's? And of course there was always the question as to why she felt the need to invite her husband's colleagues and random members of the community who generally milled and and out all day anonymously. Naturally, at this moment in time she was quite glad that the Mistress of the House had invited her husband's colleagues, for she had had her eyes and her thoughts on one of them all day long.
He had come in with a crowd, but when she spotted him, everything else in the world disappeared. He was tall, with bright green eyes that jumped out beneath a neatly styled shock of black hair, and the buttoned shirt he was wearing seemed to cling to every contour of his muscular form. She felt drunk with his presence. Several of her female relatives and a few of the other anonymous women of the day had tried their hand at his attention, and one might have succeeded if he hadn't been interrupted with a cell phone call. At that point, he hadn't spotted his secret admirer from her place near the Christmas tree. She had stolen glances while pretending to be quite interested in her cousin's long-winded explanations of where each ornament on the tree had come from, and what it symbolized.
Now, as she stood naked in her room, feeling her nipples hardening to rocks once again, she pictured the first time their eyes had truly met. It stirred her, and she shook her head to snap out of the trance as she bent to search her suitcase for something presentable....and temporary, she thought with a sly smile... to wear for the evening.
She first pulled out a pair of slightly ruffled black panties that had always made her think of the centerfold girls from the 1950's. Slipping them up her naked legs made her feel scandalous and sinful, and she had to return to the mirror for a moment to pose in the appropriate style: her arms crossed over her breasts and her body turned slightly away so her round posterior and its thin, black ruffles were showcased. She smiled innocently at the mirror and imagined a plethora of well-to-do citizens being corrupted in secret by her tasty ass in a centerfold.
Returning to the suitcase, she selected a black camisole with similar ruffles at the waist and bodice. It wasn't a matched pair to the panties, but no one would have known that. She had picked them out on the same day in different stores, picturing the sexy, teasing pair in her mind. She pulled the cami over her head and felt the smooth satin rubbing happily against her sensitive nipples. The tops of her breasts were neatly exposed, pushed up by the design of the camisole. She felt like a gorgeous damsel in distress with her bared cleavage, waiting to offer her knight a kiss he'd never forget.
Atop her black ensemble, she pulled on a pair of arid drawstring pants and a thin but loose-fitting t-shirt featuring a retro sports team logo. When she was fully dressed, she took a deep breath, reminding herself to be patient tonight. Things might not work out exactly as she wanted, and she should be ready to accept that. Still, it was okay to fantasize. She had done her share of it earlier.
