Secret Desires

Secret Desires Part 2

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I step out the shower glistening and smelling simply luscious, if I do say so myself. Like a fresh strawberry patch. My body is dripping of Pink Sugar Oil, my new favorite scent from the flea market around the corner. The woman at the counter wasn't lying when she said put a dab on and the boys will come a running. Hell, forget a dab I practically bathe in it, so you can only imagine the attention I get when I step out the house. Tonight though, it was Walter whose hands I want all over me. It is his eyes, I want to drool at the sight of me. His heart I want to see beat through his Lilac button down shirt. If this doesn't work, I told myself I'm giving up. I know I gained a few pounds since we first met, and was no longer the lean size six, he fell for. But, what the hell... if these young'ins are hollering at me hard, what the hell is his problem? And, if my new curvaceous, voluptuous size ten is a problem for him, then all he has to do is speak the fuck up so we can go our separate ways. Hell a girl likes to eat and, I'm in the gym. So I'll eat, I'll work out and the weight will come off and ill tone up. But I'm not going to be no damn six again! I like these new found curves on me! Mercedes is far from a ten dammit!

Even though I was beginning to love my new size, and was still getting modeling gigs, Walter wasn't touching me, though. I loved how the new pounds seemed to round out my ass. I even went up a size in my bra. If L.L. is calling us Size Sexy, what the hell is my husband's problem? I know you're tired of me asking you what his problem is right, well imagine how I feel?

So, back to my story. I pat myself dry, so I don't rub this scent off of me, plus I hear It's better to pat dry and not rub dry. Then I walk into my bedroom. I pick up my black thigh high stockings off my bed, and slither my legs into them. Followed by their matching black, lace thong with the attached garter belt and step into it. When it's safely around the curve of my waist, I attach the clips to the tops of the thigh highs, twisting and turning to get a view of as much of myself as possible, in my full length mirror. Finally, I retrieve the matching push-up bra off the bed and slid my arms through the holes and secure it around my back. I have this dance I do that used to make Walter laugh as I wiggled and shimmied into my bra, to make sure my girls were all perked up. Shame no one of that seems to interest him anymore.

Damn, Walter is going to be knocked on his ass tonight! Reaching into my lingerie stand, I chuckle to myself as I pull out a sheer turquoise and black chemise. The damn thing barely covers my new found fatty, as it glides over my head and flows over my breasts, stopping about mid-thigh. I can't help but smile as I flatten it out over my curves, and admire the view in the mirror.

"How can this not turn him on? Look at me. I just about turn my own self on," I tease, touching my ass with my index fingers pretending to get burned by my hotness. "This is your last time at bat, Walter Hastings. If you're smart you won't strike out!" I say to no one. I put on my favorite jewelry, toss my hair with some leave in conditioner, and apply a little make-up. Not too much. But, I definitely play up the color on my lips. I finish off my seductive ensemble with a few spritz of Infatuation body spray. One final look in the mirror, before I make my way out.

I reach into my closet to remove my white, knee length Peacoat from within. The warmth of it, sends chills down my spine. As my arms disappear into one of the sleeves, I walk out of my bedroom and towards the front door, grabbing my purse off the hall table as I pass it. Just as I reach for the door knob, my cell goes off... it's Walter.

"Hi baby," I answer, with a smile, after retrieving it from inside my purse. "WHAT? ...Walter, how can you be working late tonight? ... But, we have plans! ...You promised! ...Tonight, you, me, the Hilton, the room, OUR room!" I scold him. I can't believe he forgot...again! But then, I hear a familiar voice in the background! "Why is Mercedes there? ...So are you telling me that, not only do you have to work late, and cancel our Anniversary plans, but you're going to be up all night with that home wrecking...Bi...You know what, you win! Fine Walter! ...Do whatever you want... You've let me down for the last time ...You just wait, you'll see what I mean." I jam my finger into the red button ending the call, snatch the door open and slam it shut behind me, leaning up against the coldness on the other side, forbidding one single tear to flow from my eyes.

"He'll regret this day. I promise him that." I say to myself and click the auto start button as I make my way to my car. I press the lock and the alarm button, as I hear a similar beep from next door.

"Good evening Mr. Cory," I wave at my neighbor, as he slides into the driver seat of his blue taxi. He lowers the passenger side window, leans over and waves.

"Hey there Miss Lady! Where are you going in that coat? It is not that cold out here tonight. You know you need to stop." He licks his lips and smiles. I don't know why, but I can feel my cheeks rise and warm. Did I just blush? Did he see me? I know Mr. Cory is not trying to flirt. I bet he wishes a strong wind would come right now, so he could see what's under this coat. I think, as I turn from him.

Mr. Cory, as I call him, is really just a few years my senior. But, something down here in the south has me addressing everyone as Mr. or Misses. He is of average height, and in great shape. Not overly muscular, though. His cinnamon brown skin, compliments a pair of the sexiest, natural green eyes I've ever seen. He has some European folks in his blood line, as he says it, to explain his green eyes. I don't care who is in his blood line. I just want to thank them for passing those eyes down to him. They definitely complete his sex appeal.

"You're so silly Mr. Cory. I don't know about you, but I'm freezing," I'm not lying, either. I am freezing. I open my car door and toss my clutch inside. Thank God for the invention of remote car starters. If I had been dressed decently, Mr. Cory would be right and my coat would be over kill. But, since I'm practically naked...

"I've got to get going. You have a safe night out there." He smiles, as he waves and drives off.

I slide into my car, close the door and try to decide where I am going to go dressed the way I am. As I back out of my driveway, my thoughts are completely on Walter and the past five years together, as husband and wife. What happened? Where did we go wrong? I must have been completely immersed in my thoughts because I never saw the oncoming truck. The first time I see it, it's his headlights that catch my attention, then my ears focus on the horn blaring. Why didn't I hear it earlier? By the time I try to swerve, it's too late for the both of us. The trash truck rams the driver's side of my car, sending me flying down the street and into a tree at the corner of the street, a few houses down.

"Hello Miss..., can you hear me?" I vaguely hear someone calling to me.

"It's going to be okay. Help is on the way. Hold on," the voice says.

And then, nothing...

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