Now It's Time to Dance

"Shut-up!" Mae finally said aloud to the demons, simultaneously demanding that her own loving thoughts and visions of Susan be let back into her head again. And they were. Mae smiled, picturing Susan’s face, the particularly warm and sensuous smile that Mae had noticed was reserved only for her. The texture and softness of her skin that so eloquently covered her voluptuous body. The quick and fiery temper that sprang forth like a camouflaged lion after its prey at the mere suggestion of injustice inflicted upon another human being.

Flushing, Mae caught hold of her raging imagination of Susan’s presence before it skyrocketed straight off into space. Normally such an adventure would have been a treat that Mae would not have denied herself, but at this moment she did not have to settle for fantasies. The real Susan was waiting for her inside and that was better than any fantasy, even her own personal best.

Smiling like a Cheshire cat, Mae quickly slid out of her truck and in through the front door. Sebastian and the bouncing feline trio greeted her as usual, but without Susan. Mae worked her way through the crowd of animals vying for her full attention and headed back towards the kitchen where she could smell dinner already in progress.

Mae entered the kitchen, unable to subdue her silly grin, still in search of Susan. She could not wait another second to wrap a big, hungry hug around her. Two steps into the kitchen Mae finally laid eyes on Susan. But it was several more steps before her brain could register just exactly what its incoming message center was receiving and the picture it was storing for her.

Susan stood by the stove, an enormous wooden spoon in her hand. She was stirring something in a large pot that was steaming rapidly, its vapors rolling like angry clouds away from its center. She wore nothing but a black, lacy garter belt, thin black nylons and a matching bra that covered little more than the outline of her nipples.

When Susan finally glanced nonchalantly up from her task, she let her head stay tilted forward just enough so that her hair fell loosely across her forehead and nearly into her eyes. She looked at Mae with an open invitation, a provocative smile radiating from deep inside her eyes. Her lips were pursed, as if to say she knew she had been a naughty girl to surprise Mae like this, but she was willing to make up for it.

Mae could not take her eyes off of Susan. She looked like an angel the way her hair allowed the lights in the room to bounce playful threads of gold off of it. Quickly, Mae let her eyes loose to roam the length of Susan’s body. The black bra and garter belt made for a striking contrast against Susan’s almost lily-white skin. It was the single most breathtaking sight Mae had ever witnessed.

With her eyes totally in charge, she followed the garter belt to where it connected with the nylons that ran the length of Susan’s well formed legs. Mae suddenly trembled with jealousy, wishing to be the silky nylons that lay stretched right up against every inch of Susan’s skin, up and down her legs. Susan had those legs slightly crossed so that Mae could not see where the nylons stopped on the top of each inner thigh, but she needed no picture to go there. She could just imagine the heat that must be radiating from that spot where Susan’s legs were pressed, one into the other. Where the tops of her nylons rubbed together ever so slightly with every breath she took.