When I had asked her to dinner, Janet said that she was working, but would come straight from a house show. Although she had told me that I was still surprised when I opened the door and saw she was wearing the same power suit and blouse as she had at the gym a few days ago; she looked fantastic and made me feel underdressed in my short-sleeved, yellow scooped front tee shirt type top and denim skirt. As I still had the remnants of a tan from our week at our house in Florida, I hadn't bothered with tights, although the recent chilly October evenings would put an end to that very soon. The skirt was probably shorter than a thirty-something should wear and my fifteen-year-old daughter always looked disapprovingly at me when I wore anything with the hem above the knee; I had no idea what she would think of this hem for it was a good six inches above my knees, still, it made me feel good. I knew also that the top was a little tight and a little low for it was molded to my boobs and I did show quite some cleavage. In retrospect I have often wondered whether there was some subconscious reason for me, innocently I swear, dressing rather sexily. As we ate dinner, I told her how I resented the fact we had to sell a lovely modern house in Richmond to come and live in this dump in Hertfordshire.
Janet: Are you unhappy Toni?
she asked taking a sip of wine, putting her glass down, sliding her hand across the table, and resting her fingertips on the back of my hand.
Toni: I'm not really sure Janet, perhaps lonely more than unhappy. I just don't seem able anymore to see where my life is going
Janet: I know what you mean I feel exactly the same sometimes
she said moving her fingertips on the back of my hand. I saw that she had fashionably square cut nails with the end a few millimeters painted white and the remainder simply shiny with clear varnish.
Toni: But you have so much going for you, you're engaged.
Janet: Yeah right, tell me about it,
Janet said rather gloomily. I had thought for some time that she wasn't at all sure about her relationship with James, but it wasn't something I wanted to get into. She did though.
Janet: I'm not all sure I am doing the right thing
she went on her eyes looking right into mine.
I topped up our wine glasses. We had just started the second bottle of a nice South African Sauvignon Blanc.
Toni: Let's take our wine over to the sofa,
I said indicating a settee on the other side of the conservatory. I'd had the almost twenty feet square conservatory built on a split level. The higher level as you enter it from the house was a dining area and had been where we'd been sitting. Halfway across the room, there were two steps down which led to a sitting area that looked out onto the garden and fish pond, both of which were lit up with numerous spotlights. It was a beautiful view and I just loved sitting on the deep cushions of the incredibly comfortable sofa and looking out at it. As I followed Janet across the room, down the steps, and to the sofa, it suddenly struck me that the last time I had sat on it, I had masturbated imagining her hand on my breasts. As she sat down and the tight, pinstripe skirt reared up her nylon-covered legs, a little shiver ran through me.
Janet: You sit here often?
She asked.
Toni: Yes most nights when Keri's away. I read, listen to music, and sometimes drink too much.
Janet: Sounds divine.
she said as we both took sips of wine from the large glasses. We had turned so we were half looking at each other. Janet had removed her jacket and I saw that the crisp, white blouse was very tight around her boobs and across her back, it gaped a little at each buttonhole. She looked great and I felt slightly tipsy. As we had turned, so we had bent our legs at the knees and these were almost touching. Janet rested her right elbow on the back of the sofa and used that to support her head. As she was slightly behind me, I had to turn even more to look at her. I did, our eyes locked, she raised her eyebrows, we smiled and she said.
