Awakened

7. Sometimes it can be both

Lee was due any minute and you were feeling butterflies in your stomach with the nerves. Yes, you'd done some very intimate things together so you shouldn't be anxious about seeing him, but that had all been very spontaneous and organic – not pre-arranged or planned. Him coming over to your house felt like a different kettle of fish.

You weren't sure if he would've eaten during his shift or if he'd stop home to get a bite first, so you'd cooked him some extra chicken from your dinner just in case. If he was hungry, great, if not – no harm done, you'd stick it in the icebox and have it for lunch tomorrow.

It had been so long since you had entertained a man in your home that you didn't really know how to anymore. You had some white wine chilling in the fridge and you'd picked up some beers at the market in case Lee preferred that, the first time in a long time that you'd bought beer for a man.

And because it was Lee...and because of the nature of your 'relationship', you had dressed for the occasion.

You'd dug deep into your closet to find a suitcase of all the lingerie you'd worn to woo Arthur during the early years of your marriage. You had rifled through it all, feeling twinges of sadness that this time was over forever. Eventually you came across a few sets you'd impulsively bought from a high-end boutique in the city when the physical aspect started disappearing from your marriage. A desperate attempt to show Arthur what he was missing. He found the bag under your bed before you'd even put it on and told you it was unnecessary, you didn't need to dress up like a whore for him. You felt embarrassed, hiding it back here until now, ashamed that you'd made yourself look so desperate in front of him.

It was a red brassiere and matching underwear set, complete with garters and stockings showing off every inch of you. The top presented your breasts perfectly, pushed high in the air. The briefs clung to your ass just so, rounding it nicely and giving it a peachy shape. The garters and stockings lengthened your legs and were sexy without looking cheap.

You had admired yourself in the mirror, slightly taken aback to see yourself like this again. It had been a long time since you'd actively tried to look desirable in this way, for a man's eyes to consume you, and it felt good to be back. You smiled bashfully back at yourself.

If this was how a whore looked, you could imagine worse things to look like.

You'd flung your matronly old dressing gown over the top and tied it closed. It was floor length and hid everything. A wicked idea you'd had while getting dressed – Lee would initially see you and think you'd gone for slovenly comfort – only to see what was lurking underneath when you chose to do the big reveal.

The doorbell went and you rushed to answer it, beaming to find Lee standing on your porch holding a carnation.

"Evenin', babydoll" he purred, handing you the flower and kissing you chastely on the cheek.

"C'mon in Lee, and thank-you" holding the petals to your nose. You glanced out at the driveway but couldn't see the cruiser.

"I parked a few streets away" explained Lee, as if he could see you thinking. "Didn't want your neighbours talkin'".

You smiled at his thoughtfulness and ushered him in. "I have food if you're hungry?"

Lee shook his head, following you to the kitchen. "I'm good right now, sweetness. But maybe later. I'll take a drink, though?"

"Sure, beer or wine?"

"Beer suits me just fine".

You took a bottle from the fridge and poured him a glass, watching him out of the corner of your eye. He had come straight from the station and was still in his uniform, his shirt creased slightly with all the tell-tale signs of a long working day, his soft tummy bulging slightly over his pants. But he looked good, just like he always did. You realised you were shaking slightly.