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She arrived smartly dressed. I had offered that she join the kids and I for a light meal and a movie. I've started introducing all my one night stands to my kids. Her attire carried that edge that informed me that the outfit had been chosen carefully. It's endearing and I am flattered that that she should feel compelled to make the effort and that she wants to get it right and impress even though this is just a one night stand.
She is wearing high heeled ankle boots which she removes in the hall way of the Tart Trapp. But, beneath the hem of her ankle length skirt I catch a glimpse of fishnet. Life hinges on such moments, or perhaps it is just my mind that fulcrums and pivots on such points. Idiots don't see such things as I do. They lack the insight and depth of character to appreciate the layered subtleties and nuances. Her choice to wear fishnets beneath an ankle length gypsy skirt, on this evening of all evenings, is quite simply startling. She is dressed entirely appropriately for the occasion, attractively but conservative, and yet, there is this hint of, of, of, what is it? You have to know her, her past, her views, her situation to really set in context what this all means.
There is a defiance perhaps. A defiance for the years when such attire was neither called for, nor appreciated, nor rewarded.
There is a pride, but not a conceited pride. The little girl terrified that she will be laughed at when she arrives at school with new, bright red patent school shoes. Then, much to her surprise, the other children envy them rather than mock her. She returns the next day with that lift in pride and confidence.
There is wisp of wickedness too. A notion that this evening with its look-but-don't-touch constraints, she can pique my curiosity. She can pin the attention of one corner of my mind whilst we are engaged in the formality of cordial introductions and delicately negotiate that first meeting of my children.
There is that sense of us all being on our best behaviour. We all sit around the dining table with our own agendas and expectations. The adults, despite every effort to appear casual and relaxed are rather desperately invested in hoping this will go well. Tightrope walking between appearing too forward and too reserved or reticent. To declare an interest and yet not patronise the young adults with trying to befriend them or win them over. I fear that despite best efforts, they are instinctively aware of all this. But perhaps, in the fullness of time, they will come to reflect on our eagerness as being no different to the way they will be eager for me to approve a new partner of theirs.
After dinner we watch a movie. The sofa is moved around to face the projection screen. The box of chocolates that she brought is opened and we take our places on the sofa. Who should sit where? One of us has to sit on the floor as the sofa is only big enough for three. My one night stand sits at one end, to my right. I sit in the middle, and the kids take turns at the position to my left. She rests her feet on the edge of the coffee table.
I'm not normally one for fishnets. My penchant, well known, is for sheer ten denier nylon. But there is special something about these very dainty sexy feet, the red painted toe nails, the way the coarse fishnet weave draws a mathematical two dimensional contour map of smooth continuity over the beautifully sculpted form of her so sexy feet.
During the movie as I hand around the Roses, I turn to her and lean in, and whisper in her ear.
"You little slut"
She smiles and squeezes my arm and I am, in truth, caught between being deliriously happy and being too frightened to be too happy. Funny really, considering it is just another one night stand.
| 23 Jan 09, 7:26 PM misstressclare UK(TA), 4 yrs £  |
Bless x one night at a time x | ||
| 23 Jan 09, 7:33 PM Scribbles UK(RH), 4 yrs |
So.... how many one's has this particular stocking-wearer managed, we wonder, and when do we get to hear the nice salacious details?  | ||
| 23 Jan 09, 8:38 PM newfavourite UK(S), 4 yrs  |
It's 'the kids and me'. I wouldn't correct your grammar if there was MOAR PORN PLZ. | ||
| 24 Jan 09, 8:13 AM Cinnamon_Tart UK(S), 8 yrs |
I wonder if there is such a thing as "just" another. A lot built into that word isn't there? R x Every person, all the events of your life are there because you have drawn them there. What you choose to do with them is up to you. - Richard Bach, Illusions | ||
| 18 Feb 09, 12:42 PM Voyeur36 UK(IG), 3 yrs |
I would say they would be all special, as they are all different, and that is one of the joys of one night stands.
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