NOTE: This story was suppose to be, "Show & Tell -- 3" but #4 was sent in place by mistake. Sorry about the error.
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A few days after, "l'affaire," when Beth exposed herself, first to the UPS man at the, "Alternative Lifestyle," store and then to the three workmen at the motel, I was still trying to devise a plan that would expand on that theme. The problem was..., how to do it without getting her arrested!
That afternoon I got a call from her, asking that we meet and that she had something, "..., important," to tell me. While she didn't sound panicked, it did seem that, whatever it was, I needed to hear it. Could something have happened at home? Had her husband found something incriminating?
Driving to our meeting place, I was relieved to see her standing outside her car with no outward signs of physical abuse. If anything, she looked cheerful as I drove up, a big smile and...,
"What the..., what is she wearing?" I said out loud to myself.
Two o'clock in the afternoon, a fairly busy shopping area and she was dressed like it was a Saturday night and she was working the streets!
Tiny blue denim mini skirt, white thigh high fishnet stockings, a white tank top you could almost read a newspaper through and white cork soled wedgies.
And this just one town away from where she lived!
She jumped into my car, leaning across the center console and greeted me with, "Hi baby!" and a big sloppy kiss.
Shaking my head, I asked, "Is there a reason you're dressed like this?"
"Yes," as she bounced in the seat like a hyperactive 8 year old, "it's the outfit I bought at the little boutique where Kim shops. I wanted you to see it. What do you think?"
"I think," as I appraised her, "that it would be more appropriate for one of the clubs downtown..., where the 16 year old girls with the fake ID's try to impress the 25 year old guys. Jesus..."
"You don't like it?" the air coming out of her.
"I love it, in the right setting. I just don't think it's something YOU should wear HERE in the middle of the afternoon."
"I..., I thought," a pout, "I thought you'd think it was sexy and daring. I'm sorry..."
"Don't be sorry. I do think... No! I know it's sexy and daring. But it's only sexy and daring in the right place at the right time. Right here and right now, it's crazy! Someone you know, or worse that your husband knows could stop here..., for a quart of milk, and see you. Your husband comes home from work this afternoon and says, "So, what did you do today?" You answer, "Oh, I hung around, nothing much." Next thing, he's saying, "Really..., well, Walt from accounting stopped to get some milk and saw you dressed like a fucking hooker in the middle of the afternoon, talking to some asshole in a white Caddy!!!" Then what?"
Looking like an 8 year old again, this time, however, like one who just got caught playing with her mother's dildo, Beth sat back in the seat, completely deflated.
Feeling bad that I'd been such a curmudgeon, I said, "Listen, I love the fact that you've got enough confident in yourself to put that on and wear it..., but you've got to be careful. This isn't some afternoon soap opera that we're playing here. It's your marriage, your family and your job that you're playing with, along with your reputation. You save these things you've bought for a time when you and I are out together. Some night when I take you somewhere that anything you wear will be appropriate."
Looking at me, the light back in her eyes, she asked, "Do you promise?"
"Promise what?"
"Promise that you'll take me out some night. Somewhere I can dress anyway I want and maybe do anything I want?"
"Oh yes, that's a promise."
Smiling again, she leaned across and kissed me again, this time harder and a lot longer.
"Now," I asked, "what was so important that you had me drive here so you could, "..., tell me about it?"
"Oh," bouncing in the seat again, "this morning, I was working in the yard, pulling weeds and stuff, and I was wearing a pair of really short shorts and this tank top. My next door neighbor, David, I saw him watching me from his window, and he was drinking his coffee and watching me..."
I had to ask, "And how short were the, "..., really short shorts," and what were you wearing under the, "..., really short shorts, and, THAT tank top?"
"They're REALLY short, short shorts and I wasn't wearing anything under anything."
"Okay, go on," I told her.
"So, it was sunny and getting hot, and it was just beautiful, and..., anyway, he was watching me and then I could see him playing with himself...,"
"He was playing with himself! Playing with himself how?"
"You know..., he had his hand inside his boxers and he was playing with himself. I could even see how hard he was because he was sticking straight out."
"And he's just standing in his window..., looking at you and playing with himself?"
"Yeah.... Anyway, at first, I was kind of embarrassed, because he's this older guy and his wife is always out somewhere with her friends and she leaves him alone. Sometimes he comes over if I'm in the yard and we talk. I think he's pretty lonely. So, finally, I figured that I'd let him know I can see him, maybe..., so I looked at him and waved."
"Thinking you'd embarrass him and he'd go away."
"Right."
"How'd that work?"
"Well, he waved back and then went away from the window, so I thought..."
"You thought you'd scared him away...? But you didn't."
"No, he came out of the house and walked over to me, asked if I'd like a cup of coffee. I told him, "No thanks, I've already had my allotment for the day," and he asked where the kids were, so I told him that Kim was gone for a few weeks and TJ was at his friend's house...
"So now he knows you're alone."
"Well..., yeah. I didn't think anything about that. I mean, he's lived next door for years and he never..., I mean he's always been this..., this guy next door."
"But this time..., it isn't like any other time, is it? This time..., he wants something."
The whole time we were talking, she was sitting with her left leg curled underneath her. She was serious, intense even, as she told the story. Now, she smiled...,
"Yes, he wanted something. He told me he'd been watching me for years. How sometimes I didn't close my bathroom curtain and he would catch a glimpse of me getting into the shower, never long enough to really see me, but enough that I was the only fantasy he still had. And how, "..., this morning when I looked out the window and saw you. And you were..., are dressed like this, I HAD to ask..., "Can I see you naked?"
I didn't need to say anything.
"I almost laughed," she continued, "it was such a..., not stupid, but a such a completely ridicules question..., I didn't know what to say. Finally, I looked him right in the eye and asked, "David, if Todd asked Jenny to take off her clothes, what would you think?" He did laugh, and replied, "If he asked..., and she did..., it would be one more time that he'd seen her naked, than I have in the last ten years!"
Still smiling, she continued, "I looked at him, and I was too embarrassed to ask him if that was true. But looking at his face, I knew it had to be. So I took him by the hand and led him into my backyard, where no one could see us, and then I...,"
"What was he wearing?" I asked.
