Fog of Lust Pt. 02
Fog Of Lust, Continues
By PetraT
Fog of Lust - 2
Quick apology for my typos in the first, i will work on that!
I continue my study - experiments - analysis. Observing interaction of others.
Monday
Before leaving home, I sent Eric an encrypted message to let him know about a meeting coming up with Peter Schultz, the detective in charge of the Perez case. Eric never answers directly, so I wait to see how he will surprise me.
By mid-afternoon, I haven't heard anything from Eric and I begin to worry. I take off early since I don't have any classes today. There is a folded letter size paper laying in the floorboard when I open the car door. I get in and drive out of the parking garage. I take my normal way home, staying alert for any car that might be following. Eric warned be to be careful the last time we met. I turn into the public and park before I reach for the paper, hoping it's a message from Eric. It is.
"need - day-time-location - at least 12 hrs before" There is no greeting or anything else.
While shopping for my list in Publix, I get a call from Detective Schultz. He wants to meet in the morning at 9. I tell him that's impossible because of my class schedule and suggest 10 on Wednesday. He agrees after some grumbling about privileged school teachers. I laugh, when he refers to me as a school teacher, much less privileged.
On the way home, there is a sedan following. It's senseless to try and evade them, there are probably two other vehicles. All in radio contact. Eric told me a little about their tactics. He has also said he thinks they are watching me to see if I meet with another attorney, or with Clarissa's lawyer. I haven't. They should just leave me alone. The trial has been delayed and I hope to figure everything out and make them drop the charges before it goes to trial. The bad thing is, it breaks my heart that Clarissa is stuck in jail all this time.
At home, my neighbor friend, Johnny is shooting hoops in the driveway. I wave and mouth a greeting. He grabs the ball and walks toward the garage as the door rolls up. I open the car door, unbuckle and slip my heels on before getting out. As usual my tight skirt is hiked up. In the side mirror, I see Johnny bouncing the ball waiting for me to come out. I get one leg out, then reach back to grab my purse. The tops of my thigh highs are showing. Before turning his way, I quickly brush my skirt down.
"Hey! Miss Smith!" he grins.
"Hi Johnny." I reply with a smile. "It's good to see you practicing."
"Yeah, I'm getting better. Gonna take you down someday!" he says, walking in the garage. "You got time for some one on one?"
"Sure!" I reply. "I Need to put some groceries away and change first." I say, opening the back door.
"Johnny!, Call me Lisa! Miss Smith sounds like my mother!"
"That's great, I'll carry your groceries! 'Lisa'." he replies with emphasis on my name.
I reach in the back not knowing if my skirt rises, reminding myself to check in mirror. I pick out the bag with eggs and bread, leaving the others for him.
Johnny follows me inside and sets some bags on the counter. My land line rings and I hop up on a bar stool stretching to answer. It's my Aunt. I'm not surprised, we talk almost weekly. Carrying on with her, I forget about Johnny until he taps me lightly on the shoulder. I swing around to him, catch his downward glance. He whispers he will put the cold stuff in the fridge and wait outside. I nod to him and continue telling my aunt some of the gossip at the university. When I hang up, I see that sitting on the stool in a tight skirt doesn't allow much modesty, especially if you aren't paying attention. Damn, Lisa, way to go, flash the kid twice in less than five minutes.
I put away the rest of the groceries and go to change. It feels good to get out of the tight skirt-suit, my work uniform. One of the younger graduate assistants coached me on wardrobe when I first started teaching. She explained that it's useless to try and hide my attractiveness, better to use it to my advantage. She said. "The males are going to look, The females will be jealous or resentful, accept what you can't change. Go ahead and look good, just not too sexy." I guess that's why I got immune to being checked out all the time.
I slip on some shorts and tennis shoes and pull on one an old tank top. Yeah, I was pretty good at sports and still have a few moves. Playing with Johnny helps keep me sharp. Playing one on one with him and running four days a week, feels pretty good. The self defense training I do three nights a week helps even more.
When I walk back outside, Johnny is waiting. Without warning, he blast me a hard pass and moves to defend the goal. Oh, aggressive, it brings out my competitive side. I bounce side to side, watching him. I do a quick head fake and push around him/ I get two points. He catches the ball under the goal and walks it back beyond the three point line, feeling challenged. As soon as he brings it in, I move to guard and block him. I watch carefully for the tell. He fakes me out, and moves left angling for the line and shoots a sweet three pointer. Wow, he is definitely improving. In ten minutes the score is tied 6-6.
I yell, "Break!" Grabbing two bottles of water out of his cooler. I notice beer in there as well. We play hard and fast for another twenty minutes. It got a little rough, but we're having fun.
I've told him "Don't hold back, I'm not breakable."
Over the last month or so, our one on one has gotten a bit rough. We have both knocked the other to the ground several times. The first time he ran over me, I quickly got him back with a not-so-legal elbow. Since then it's been all out. I call quits, Johnny beat me by four points. He's all smiles, offering me a beer. I take it and invite him to the shade on the patio. Before, I tell him to relax, I have to get a message sent, got a deadline.
I use the laptop Eric had given me and let him know about the Wednesday meeting. Short, to the point, just like he messages me.
Then I go to relax on the patio. Johnny is actually good company. The conversation is easy, no agendas or trying t get information from me like everyone else I deal with. He graduated in the spring and will be starting college in a month or so.
"Have you decided on school yet? I ask. I'm sincerely interested.
'I decided to go to Western Tech, here in town, Everything will transfer when transfer."
I thought about that for a few moments.
"That is a fantastic idea, I wish I could have done that! My two years at the University were miserable." I said, remembering those times.
I smiled at him. "What?" he asked.
"Do you have a girl friend?
"Maybe. At least I think so. We haven't called it that though." he blushed. "We hung out a lot at school, but she is off on a trip with her family. Now we just text."
We talked for a half hour, before he said he had to go home. Without thinking, I hugged him when we stand up. The hug lingers. "Thank You for being such a great Friend." his voice quiet.
"Hey, You are pretty special yourself." I replied. I stepped back first, he gave me a funny kind of smile before bouncing off the patio.
Later in the shower, I thought about Johnny. He's strong, sweet... And Wow, I felt a bit of fog rolling in. No, Lisa! You are not going there. Lucky for me, I heard the phone ringing and vibrating in the bedroom. I run with a towel to catch the call.
Without preamble, Eric says, "you need wear a wire. I have technology PD can't detect. Jed and I will come to you 9am. Be dressed and ready we will wire you. Unlock backdoor. won't be seen. A click, he disconnected.
Tuesday
I have two classes today, then nothing. I still feel the need for my 'Uniform', the skirt-suit and heels. I check my makeup, it's fine. Before walking downstairs, I step over to the full length mirror and check my back side. I lean over a little, the skirt's fine. Leaning farther, I see the hem rise. I lean as if picking something from floor. Well, I can lean far enough that the top of my stockings are visible, but it takes effort. I'm good.
Still in confirmation mode, I get in the car and check my skirt. 'Hmm'. I get out, smooth everything in place then get in again. Even if I'm extra careful, my legs are just too long. Oh well, 'If you got it, flaunt it girl', that's what my aunt always told me.
On the way in I get checked out a couple of times when stopped for a signal. It feels pretty good to be appreciated. I'm considering real stockings and garters. That might be a little much. Then again for special occasions... Yes. I need to experiment, mental not of details that need adding to my notebook. Saturday, I plan to go through my clothes and give everything a rating.
My classes went pretty good. I have several students that might be candidates for forensics. Also, many who will probably be first rate CPA's. It is rewarding to see the point when one of them has a real 'Ah-Ha' moment.
I leave for the day right after noon. Heading for the mall to do some shopping. I notice the sedan back there again. To hell with him, I'm going to enjoy my afternoon off. The sedan is still following when I get to the mall. I flip the vanity mirror down and watch it park.
My analysis continues. I release the seat belt and work my skirt up high. I'm feeling that Fog. I open the door, standing for a second, patting my hair before smoothing my skirt down. Just in case they are watching. I lean back in for my purse. I let the skirt fall on it's own walking toward the entrance to Macy's. No way to gauge the reaction. Oh well, shopping ahead!
I find some nice things. Two sexy but comfortable garter-belt sets with sexy bras. One called half-cup. Never had one of these before. In the dressing room mirror it look really nice and very sexy. With just a little movement my nipples show. Holy Cow! That causes more Fog!
I also find some cute sun dresses and a couple of business dresses, maybe these will expand my 'Uniform'. I decide to wear one of the sun dresses home. It's really cute, shorter that my skirts, but that's normal. It has square neckline and buttons up the front.
The sedan is still there when I walk toward my car. I pop the trunk with my remote and lay the things neatly so they won't get wrinkled. I make it a point to lean way in, I can feel the light fabric fluttering at the top of my thighs from the slight breeze.
"Take that, dirty cops" I blame it on the fog playing with my normally sane mind. I wonder if my little display affected those guys, it certainly bothers me!
When I turn in my driveway, my basketball buddy is shooting hoops. He steps aside as I open the door and pull into the garage. Yep, a glance in the side mirror shows him waiting.
I get out, "Hi partner!" He asks me to play.
"I have some things to put away but I'll change and meet you back in a few." I smile.
He walks back as I pop the trunk. My brain is fogging up, I take my time leaning into the trunk. I'm flushed already. Turning to look out before reaching to pull the trunk lid down. The look on his face is definitely not innocent. Damn, Lisa, you did it again, I think heading inside.
I know... I'm torturing my favorite young friend, blaming the Fog. Instead of changing, I Call out to Johnny, "Hey, I'm beat. Want to join me on the patio?"
"I'll come around the side." he replies.
We talk and joke for almost an hour. Part of the time, I use a step ladder to water neglected hanging baskets. The flowers are looking bedraggled. I mentally swat myself. With Johnny laying on the lounger like he usually does, I'm showing a lot of leg. I stretch tall, raising the water pot over my head to get the spout over the rim. On the second basket, I yelp in surprise, when the water overflows and drenches me. Johnny is up in an instant grabbing hold to make sure I don't fall. I am laughing at myself, then laughing at him. When he jumped up, he grabbed the towel off the lounge and is trying to dry me off. It's so ridiculous. I keep laughing to cover my surprise. He pats my chest dry then continues on wiping down my front and legs.
I pull him in for a hug and say, "You are the sweetest guy I know."
"No problem." he says. His reply is muffled. With me on the ladder, I'm hugging his face against my chest. I say, "Thank you." Then release him, but hold his shoulders stepping down.
"Hey, will you get us a couple of beers while I throw something dry on?"
"Sure." he replies, following me in.
"I just bought this dress today, I'm going to throw it in the wash right quick."
I go in the laundry room and look for something to put on. Nothing there. I pass back through the kitchen, heading for the stairs. "Be right back." I'm moving so fast I don't hear his reply.
What a klutz, I think looking in my closet. That towel is so thick, he couldn't have felt anything, but I sure did. Oh man, the fog is thicker. Now is one of those times I need pesky John to pop in, but he is in Atlanta. I quickly strip down. Even my bra and panties are damp. To be safe, I pull on a pair of yoga pants and a cropped shirt that covers me good. I take the dress straight to the laundry and put it on cold, gentle wash, and set the buzzer.
Johnny is out on the patio, sipping his beer. I need to be more careful, he deserves better than my antics.
My foggy mind says "Who are you kidding, Lisa? He is a big handsome young man, only a few years younger and he obviously likes you. Do you not remember five minutes ago? You were wishing he had a silk cloth instead of that thick towel? Huh, Lisa?
Damn, I hate it when my mind buts in with facts.
My foggy mind continues; You need to march right back up those stairs and put the other sun dress on. It's shorter and the neck scoops deeper. Get moving!
I take another look out the window. Then I march right back upstairs.
I feel my breasts bouncing as I come down. I make a stop at the counter and pick out a Merlot, two glasses and a cork screw. My hands are full. I walk out side, Johnny is leaned back on the love seat, long legs askew..
"Would you do me a favor?" I say holding out the bottle and cork screw.
"Sure" He effortlessly removes the cork out. He knows what he's doing.
He sits up.
I lean over, holding my glass in both hands.
He pours, stops. Glances from the glass - to my breasts - to my eyes.
"Do you want one? I ask. "A glass?" I clarify.
"Sure." he replies.
I set my glass on the side table and pick up the other one.
I hold it, the glass, in both hands leaning over, making sure I have his attention.
I do, I see the bulge in his shorts.
Johnny licks his lips.
I squat down, close to him. I feel my dress settle, my knees up, gravity is magic. Johnny is looking.
I look into his eyes. They're focused on my thighs.
I reach out, brace my self to stand. My hand lands on his leg.
I spill my wine on him.
"I'm sorry." brushing the wine on his shorts.
"Don't be, I dream of you every night, I have for as long as you have lived here."
"Really?" Still moving my hand on his leg.
"Don't stop." he whispers.
I move my hand to his hard cock. "You mean this?"
"Yes!" his voice cracks a bit. He takes my glass, puts it on the table.
He takes my breasts in his hands and gently squeezing, them twisting my nipples.
I move my hand inside his shorts. His breath coming as fast as mine.
I lean in to kiss him, gentle at first then overcome with hunger. We kiss long and hard, exploring each other.
"There is a zipper in back." I whisper.
He finds it. slides it down. I shrug my shoulders loose and the top of my dress falls. The whole dress at my waist.
He breaks the kiss, stands, and rips his shirt over his head. I pull the string at his waist and his shorts fall to the floor.
I use both hands to take him in my mouth. Cradling his balls pumping my mouth around his cock.
He pulls me to my feet, my dress falls to the floor.
Johnny sits back on the love seat. I straddle him.
He fills me so quick it takes my breath. He has one hand on my breast, the other finds my special spot. He knows exactly what he's doing.
My orgasm explodes through me.
I'm a rag doll bouncing on his cock!
He sends his hot cum in me. I fall forward against him and we just hold each other.
I pulled away, kiss him tenderly.
I smile, He smiles back.
"We'll talk about this later, OK?"
"Yes." he says, gently lifting me and sitting me on the cushion.
I watch him pull his shorts and shirt on. He walks off the patio.
He turned and blew me a kiss, I waved. "Goodnight, sweet dreams."
He grinned back one last time before he disappeared around the corner, heading home.
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