My divorce from my husband was difficult, to say the least. I was in a marriage where we were a party couple, and eventually, my husband discovered that sharing me brought him a new level of excitement. I was into it as well and thoroughly enjoyed the attention and wild times.
Unfortunately, this led him to take us to parties where I became the main attraction, probably because we wouldn't have been invited otherwise. I have no proof, but I strongly believe he was paid cash to make me the entertainment.
When I finally saw what he was doing, I walked out, and my family graciously welcomed me back home. That was a Godsend; not only was I still fairly young, but I also had a one-year-old girl to care for.
It took nearly a year to get the divorce finalized; first, he wanted me back (a meal ticket), then he demanded I support him financially, and when he lost on all that, he went after my baby. Thankfully, I was successful, and I am finally rid of him.
Almost three years later, I finished my education degree. Everything is going well now, and I secured a position with the local school system as a special education assistant. Juggling full-time school, housework, cooking (which I consider paying rent), and being a full-time mom left me no time for myself. Now, as an assistant, I’m finally earning some money and look forward to eventually having my own place again.
I know that was a tough read, and probably not why you’re here, so here’s the rest.
That’s my background; I hope it wasn’t too boring.
Now, onto the story: it’s early November, and my family used their timeshare in Orlando, leaving for two weeks. They took my daughter, so I have two weeks to relax and enjoy myself. It’s been busy at school gathering supplies for the students, and I got an idea to collect leftover Halloween candy as rewards for them.
I posted a request on the neighborhood site asking for any leftovers. About a dozen neighbors responded, asking me to come by and pick up the candy, begging me to get it out of their houses before they gain 10 pounds.
I was about to head out when I received another message. The neighbor two doors down is asking if I still need candy and whether he should drop it off or if I’d pick it up.
OMG, I don’t know what to do! I think he’s in his 60s, but I don’t know how to say this; I am totally taken with him.
Since moving back in with my parents, I’ve seen him a couple of times, and we chatted at a community picnic, but beyond that, I haven’t had much contact. Now, there’s a chance I might get to know him better.
For the last few years, I've lived almost like a nun. Sure, I've masturbated once or twice, but only in the bathroom; my daughter sleeps in the same room as me.
I wrote to Brian, telling him I'd stop by later that evening to pick up the candy. Then I rushed out of school and visited the other neighbors who were donating. After completing all the pick-ups, I went home to store the candy. While putting it away, I debated whether to visit Brian looking like a typical teaching assistant or to dress up—something better, maybe even sexy.
It took me about three seconds to decide on looking good and sexy, but not over the top. I quickly showered, then changed into a sheer bra and panties, a garter, stockings, and three-inch heels. I paired them with a simple white button-up blouse and a dark skirt just above the knees.
Though my outfit was discreet, I felt my confidence radiating as I prepared to leave. Then I remembered one last thing: I grabbed a small brown paper bag containing a pack of condoms from my hidden stash. I drove two doors down—why drive? Everyone knew I was collecting candy, so it seemed natural, and if Brian brushed me off, I could easily drive home.
I pulled into his driveway and tried to step out of the car gracefully, despite being a nervous wreck. I was already out when I remembered my "just in case" bag. I rang the bell, and Brian opened the door, looking as handsome as ever, though it was clear he'd been working in the yard.
He invited me in, and I noticed him checking me out. I sighed with relief; maybe I wasn't making a complete fool of myself. We walked into the living room, and he offered me a seat. I chose the sofa; he picked a chair—damn it.
He asked how I was doing and how I liked my new position at the school. It was all small talk, polite but nothing like, "You look sexy." As we continued, I kept fidgeting with my paper bag until I finally set it down. About five minutes in, he stood and said, "Nadine, I'm sure you have plenty to do. Let me grab the candy."
While he was gone, I dropped my head into my hands and whispered, "What a fool I am." When I heard him return, I stood, took the bag of candy, and he thanked me for stopping by as he walked me to the door. I practically ran to my car, mortified for thinking he might want me. I drove home, brought the candy inside, and added it to the pile. Then my phone rang.
It’s Brian on the phone. “Nadine, I’m sorry, but I found something else here that I think is yours. Could you come back and get it?”
I tell him I’ll be over in a few minutes. Sitting down to gather my thoughts, I realize I left that little paper bag at his house. Oh my Lord, I hope he didn’t look inside. If he did, how could I explain it? After ten minutes of panicking, I settled on an excuse: I had it for a date, just in case.
I walk back to his house and ring the bell. Brian opens the door, now dressed in slacks and a polo shirt, looking even more handsome.
“Nadine, please come in.” He leads me to the living room, where I notice a bottle of wine and two glasses.
“I’m sorry I didn’t offer you a glass of wine earlier,” he says. “I hope you’ll join me now.”
Feeling much more relaxed, I gladly accept. As he pours, he looks at me and says, “I owe you an apology. When I was getting the candy, I saw you stand up. Your skirt slid up, and I couldn’t help but notice your legs in stockings and that garter strap. I was amazed—hardly anyone wears them anymore, but I’ll admit, I love a woman in a garter and stockings.”
I stare into my wine glass, unsure of what to say, as he continues. “I assumed you either enjoy the feel or were headed for a date. But then, after you left, I found a little paper bag. When I looked inside, I wondered if you meant to share it with me.”
My face must be beet red, but Brian goes on. “I thought about it and decided to ask you back to see if you’d like to spend some time chatting, drinking wine, and maybe seeing where things lead.”
I meet his gaze and say, “Brian, I’ve had a crush on you for over two years. Tonight was my chance to see if I could fan the flames or put them out. So tell me, do you want to throw gasoline on this fire or water?”
He takes my hand and says, “There’s nothing I’d like more than to make your fire burn brighter. Shall I put on some music so we can hold each other and dance?”
As he stands, I notice a distinct bulge in his slacks. The music starts, and I throw caution to the wind. Standing up, I turn to him and say, “The only dancing I need right now is for you to lead me to the bedroom.”
