The Massage
Jordan sighed as she sat down, allowing her feet to relax for a moment. She had been on them all day and she felt the pain resonate through them as she kicked off her wedges. While she absolutely loved her small boutique, it could tire her out on occasion. Her clothing boutique started out as a passion project, but over 10 years later it had grown to a very successful small business. She took pride in her work and had cultivated a small, tight-knight staff and a clientele that was fiercely loyal. Even still, Jordan had to deal with the downfalls of retail; rude customers and shoplifters were some of the issues tonight. Within an hour of closing she had stopped a would-be shoplifter and kicked them out of the store as they screamed obscenities in her face and a rude customer that talked down to her, thinking she could haggle prices. The customer had demanded to talk to the manager or owner and Jordan got to experience with satisfaction as the woman's smirk disappeared behind shock and shame when Jordan kindly told her that she was the owner and that she would like the woman to leave. It wasn't the first time, some of the older, pushy clientele could not believe that a young, tattooed and attractive woman in her mid 30's owned a successful enterprise for years. She took satisfaction in the power dynamic once they realized and began to backpedal. It didn't happen often, but was memorable when it did.
Jordan slid her feet back into her wedges and texted her husband, who was at home with the kids, to notify him that she would be coming home late. She had closed up shop a half hour late and still had plenty to do. He replied quickly, that she should take her time, he had things handled at home. She was transitioning back into work after taking a little time after their second child. Luckily, her small staff had pitched in a little more to give her some time. Truthfully, Jordan was happy to be back at work, but had mixed emotions balancing her work life and her home life with her wonderful husband and her two kids. She had dedications to both her business and her family and enjoyed both. She stood up and rubbed her temples, she didn't like sitting still for long. Normally, she'd finish up quick and usually head straight back home.
Today, however, after the stressful day back at the shop and knowing things were a little chaotic back home she let out a long sigh as she finished at the shop. Her husband, Quinn, was an excellent father but not known for his time management with the children. They would be late for bedtime and overtired. She felt a pang of selfishness, but as she locked up she decided she wanted to relax just slightly before heading home. Once home, she could rarely kept still, there was always chores to get done, children and a husband to wrangle.
She opted to go have a single margarita at a small, quiet bar nearby. She wanted to sit in her thoughts in a quiet place before heading home. She wasn't avoiding anything there and already missed her family, but it was nice to decompress.
Jordan walked down the street holding her Hammitt clutch in her right hand, she adjusted her thick-framed glasses, wishing she had grabbed her sunglasses as the sun laid low against the horizon, shining in her beautiful green eyes. She brushed her thick, curly dark brown hair past her shoulder and down her back. After her second child her hair was slowly becoming speckled with a few greys that she was self conscious of, but her husband absolutely loved.
The weather was beautiful for this time of year and she wore a thin black bodysuit with a deep v, lined with lace. Paired with a cute necklace given to her by her husband that helped draw attention to her cleavage and a leather jacket. Her jeans hugged her hips perfectly and highlighted her round ass that was even more pronounced with the black wedges on her feet. She enjoyed dressing well and knew that in her line of work, many of her customers cared what she wore. While Jordan dressed to impress herself first, she knew she also needed to be well dressed for her work and this outfit bordered on both dressy and casual, staying sexy without being inappropriate. Months after her second child she was gaining her confidence back about her body. She also enjoyed watching the look her husband gave her on the way out of the door.
She walked into the restaurant and sat at the bar. Her and her husband used to frequent this place and knew most of the staff, but now they were only vaguely familiar as their lives and priorities had changed. The younger man behind the bar noticed her come in and walked over, laying a coaster down in front of her.
"What'll you have - or do you need to see a menu?"
His gaze followed his hand down as his tattooed arm shifted the coaster around. Jordan could tell he wasn't focused on the coaster, but at her cleavage just barely over the bar top.
"I'll take a house margarita."
When he asked for her I.D., she smirked a little. She chuckled a little as she began to unzip her clutch. She was in her mid 30's and could pass for someone in her 20's, despite her few grey hairs, but she didn't believe he truly thought she was too young. She handed him her I.D. and watched him look it over. His well-trimmed bearded face in a wry smile. He stretched his muscular arm out as if he needed to see it near her to judge whether it was her in the photo or not.
She laughed and bit her lip slightly and looked at him.
"Alright, I guess that's you." He handed the card back, took one more obvious glimpse at her cleavage and turned to make her drink.
She rolled her eyes and put her I.D. back. She didn't mind the attention, she was still self conscious of her own body. She still couldn't help but smile. She had no reason to be self conscious, her breasts had filled out perfectly and her curves gave her a perfect hourglass figure. Her husband always raved over her body and couldn't seem to get enough but it was nice to see she still had some effect on other men.
The bartender dropped off her drink with a smile and a few words and continued helping other customers. As she drank she caught his wandering eye a time or two and had brief, pleasant conversation between his orders that only barely bordered flirtation. She mostly sank into her chair, rested her feet and enjoyed the cold drink. She scrolled through a few photos her husband had sent her throughout the day and missed her whole family. Jordan wondered whether or not she should have come here after work, but she was almost done anyway.
When she paid, the bartender, who she decided was both very attractive and flirting with her, stole one last look as she stood up and gave him a good view before turning around. She could feel his eyes on her ass when he told her that he hoped she'd come back soon.
Although it was a quick trip home, by the time she got there she was no longer physically exhausted from the day, her short stop and refreshment had cured her of that, but her feet still had a familiar ache. While she was still mentally tired, her mood had improved with a little harmless flirtation. She slid her wedges off as she closed the door behind her, tossed her keys down and stretched. The house was quiet and dark, although it was still early enough that she expected Quinn to be working on bedtime for the kids. She tip toed in slightly, wondering where her husband was when she heard the noise of water from a faucet muffled behind a doorway. She slowly followed the noise in the dark house, still in shock that there was no young babe crying or a child running around the house.
As she opened the door to the master bedroom, a soft melody could be heard behind the water. Quiet, sensual music paired with a candle lit room. As she stepped through the doorway, her husband came walking out of the ensuite bathroom. He was wearing a thin black mesh shirt that covered his arms and broke out in a deep v strung together with a drawstring. Under it she could still see the v line, his body's natural shape pointing down to his waist, where a pair of what looked to be minuscule grey shorts sat, just a few inches in length. He seemed in tune with the soothing instrumental that was barely playing and jumped at the seemingly sudden appearance of his wife.
"Woah! You caught me!"
"What is all this?"
He smiled and put his finger up, motioning her to wait as he hurried back into the ensuite. He returned with a glass of red wine.
"I know you've had a little tough transition, wanting to stay home with the kids and wanting to get work done. I also know you had a rough day today and I just wanted to show you my appreciation of what a good mom and fantastic wife you are."
