Please remember this is a copyrighted work and all legal disclaimers apply.
*****
I was late for my nail appointment again. I had to resolve why I always seemed to be running late. Chris said it wasn't worth re-training myself. But I just felt something needed to change. Appointments, meetings, even paying bills; I didn't try hard enough to do things on time. Distracted by no true responsibilities I wondered if I just wanted to be a pain in the ass and make people think I was busy. I shuffled through the crowd on the sidewalk but bump into another woman who was coming out of the Salon.
"I'm sorry Miss, please come out first," I said and smiled. As she passed I quickly studied her nails and then her outfit. I could wear something so revealing but I always put those dresses and blouses back on the rack. I could easily see her breasts as I was less than twenty inches from her as she passed. That she had style was evident. I felt dowdy standing there while she clicked passed in her tall heels.
As I waited for my technician I reviewed the trash gossip rags but was bored reading of other's lives moving passed. The MetroGal magazine had the usual racy cover and strongly worded heralds, 'Best Sex Ever!', but I opened it to the contents anyway. The Salon must have been overbooked. Sammie was still with a new customer. Someone else had gotten my time-slot. I looked at my phone after a while to note I'd been waiting nearly twenty minutes.
As a waited I daydreamed about my marriage. After ten years Chris was still very attentive and gorgeous. His physique had not changed. He played hard at all of the sports he did as well as working out twice a week. The family we'd discussed didn't happen. It wasn't that our selfishness was too strong but the changes in each of us may have been at the root of our slow and uneventful lapse. We still made love regularly; I mean two or three times a month seemed to keep us both happy.
The needs of his work, the rush of suburban DC and the health scare I'd had led to the unsettled family plans. Chris's work averaged fifty-five hours a week. Moving closer to DC allowed him to cut the travel to about forty minutes a day. He was happier with access to the train. Driving in was destroying him due to the bottlenecks and roadwork delays. It was also helpful having a great gym in the building. The workouts helped him relax. But I was a mess. Having more time was good and I was still at my wedding weight due to my cardio regiment. The volunteering filled some of my weeks. Now with him away more I'd slipped back to bad habits. I could have gone on this trip with him. Now I was alone and thinking the core problem was in me. I felt I needed more discipline.
The next article was too much, 'Good Girls can Enjoy Anal' so I flipped by but the last page of the spread caught my attention, 'I actually orgasm intensely' the caption read. I looked about at the others waiting. There were at least two girls before me. I turned back to the beginning page.
Now using my phone browser I searched a follow-up reference and learned more than I'd care to about anal foreplay, the toys suggested for beginners and how to get Chris interested in my bottom. Maybe a spark would help us. Maybe it could help me.
The next site suggested that a 'person' initially play alone. The author noted that this is a sexual activity that is enjoyed by males and females, hetro and gay. She suggested that each person find his or her comfort level with a toy before initiating anal in bed with your lover. I was so focused reading from the small screen I didn't see Sammie standing near.
"You seem to be intent Leslie. What's got you so interested?"
Walking back with her I didn't answer immediately since there were others within earshot, "Sorry I missed the appointed time. The MetroGal article on butt sex," I snickered as her hand came to my arm and she guided me to the seat.
"New station for today," she was smiling. "I read that article. The stuff the author writes about is somewhat off base. I'd suggest she hasn't had a stick in her buns."
I giggled, "And you have Sammie?"
She moved closer and offered, "My roommate loves anal."
I frowned slightly, "But isn't she a lesbian?"
"Yeah but she got me into anal play nearly six months ago. We enjoy each other occasionally and use her strap-on."
Watching her working on my cuticles I just shut up as Sammie continued sharing her butt exploits. She talked of 'Fifty Shades' and other sources for her love of backdoor sex. Twenty minutes later as I waited for the polish to dry she told me, "I don't want to suggest you're old Leslie, but it's a generational thing. Younger women don't seem as hung-up on the idea that you only use your vagina for sex. Mouths, hands, butts whatever to keep the romance going."
I had a lovely man in my life. He somehow accepted that I couldn't or wouldn't have children. Chris supported me after I'd left my job as a legal researcher for a top legal firm. I'd come to realize that I needed to spend some time reordering my life. I was fortunate to have my health but most fortunate to have Chris. Having been saving most of my six-figure salary we had a comfortable investment account.
The first year after I'd left my position we had moved from the older suburban part of town to a comfortable Condo along the Potomac, a short walk to the Metro. The new neighbors were a mix of open-minded southerners, many who had already raised their families, and dinks who wanted more space than downtown offered. The women friends I had found were mostly transplants with spouses who worked in the Metro area. Chris rode the rail into downtown most days.
He was out of town for six days with a west coast based client needing his expertise. This had become the norm. Chris traveled at least once every month as his position became more essential to the company. When he was required to travel to interesting places I would sometime tag along. Paris and Berlin had been special last spring. The trip to Tokyo in the fall hadn't been. The customs and the relationships men had with their spouses seem off to me and I was out of place simply due to being five-eight. Most men I'd been introduced to were shorter and all of the women looked at me and my heels as a bit strange.
Chris was a good lover and I nearly always had an orgasm with oral sex. I needed that loving from him but I'd never had one from penetration though. Now I was randy and he was away. The MetroGal article included an ad for a shop in the Northwest. I decided to further my investigation and grabbed a cab.
When I was in grad school I'd had a brief affair with my Research partner. Her experience was significantly beyond mine at twenty-two years old. The sexual experience was important for I realized I must have fulfillment. My lover was the first to lick my pussy. She was also the first lover to slide her tongue around my anus. After ten weeks I felt that Missy was too committed to a life without men. I met Chris a few months later and thankfully he knew how to make my body happy. He loved licking me to orgasm and that meant his tongue slid about my butt on occasion. I just wish we made more love. I wished we could find things to keep us close.
Walking into the lobby of our building with the black bag seemed wrong. Concealed inside were three small packages which the salesgirl had recommended. She had saved me from an assertive male employee.
"Jon I think this customer would appreciate my assistance."
