Amazing Matinee

There had been times when she had gotten close, moments where she saw a brief glimpse of potential in a man, but they were always quick to scurry behind their paper thin shield that they called manhood. That stereotypical belief, which had been programmed into them since childhood. Be a man. Rule the roost, or any of the other silly names and descriptions, that one could use while describing their fragile egos.

When it came right down to it, they were afraid, like little boys, when a woman showed them she was ready, and more than capable of taking the lead. Of leading them to a place that they were afraid to admit existed.........surrender. She felt that a man being able to surrender, when a woman wanted him to, was a sign of the man's strength, not a weakness or a flaw. How long she had waited for that moment when she met a man that was able to embrace the intoxication of surrender. She felt it today, and it was even sweeter than she had imagined. This man was different. If it had been somewhere other than a public place, some place private, and she found herself slowly tapping her nails on her purse again as it laid in her lap, imagining the sweet moans of surrender she would have heard from him.

The sound of a car door slamming next to her snapped her out of her sweet, erotic daydream. She took a deep breath, looked at herself in her mirror, primping at her hair a little, checking her face. That's when she smelled something. She brought her left hand closer to her face and smelled a trace of the man's cologne on her fingers and nails. She held them there for a moment, savoring the reminder. As she slowly worked her way through the parking lot, to the street and all the way home, she would raise her fingers to her face now and then, taking in the scent, and smile. It was a knowing, somewhat wicked smile and she whispered to no one but herself, "oh yes...you're mine".

Gary sat on the bench in the mall, looking at the card that had been dropped in his lap. He fingered it, flipping it over and over, mindlessly, as he stared right through it, lost in thought. He was in awe, plain and simple. He'd had entire relationships that didn't have the impact that this one brief encounter had left on him. He could still feel the tingle on his face, lips and neck, where the woman had touched him. He wanted to touch the same spots himself, right now, but was afraid it would erase, or cover up the lingering reminder that he felt. He could still feel her incredible nails, slipping past his lips, their smoothness and wicked elegance seeming to slide right down his throat and curl themselves around his soul.

He had been around the block a few times, and had his share of women and relationships since his divorce ten years ago, but he had never felt anything so intensely erotic, so consuming, in his life. He felt possessed, as if he had been under some incredible, intoxicating spell. The confidence, the power of this woman had laid him open like a book, exposing things in him that he thought he would never be able to reveal to a woman. He didn't even have to reveal them, she knew exactly where they were hidden, and she plucked them from his soul as easily as picking an apple from a tree.

That's what ate at him, how easily he was exposed by the woman's touch. It almost scared him a little, but the fear was laced with such erotic sweetness and awe, that it bordered on serenity, he was so totally exposed, yet felt so safe. That woman could have done anything she desired with him and he would have been helpless to stop her, he wouldn't have even thought of stopping her.

Gary realized that those thoughts were causing a reaction in him, and he closed his legs and laid his jacket across his lap to hide the bulge that was reappearing in his pants. He took a deep breath, staring at Marlene's name on the card and the phone number. He slipped the card into his shirt pocket, and thought of the walk to the dealership to pick up his car. Maybe the fresh air would clear his head a little. He stood, and discretely smoothed the softening bulge in his pants and threw his jacket over his shoulder as he walked slowly towards the mall exit.

As he walked, there was something missing that had been there earlier, he tried to figure out what it was. Then he smiled as he realized what was missing. There was no feeling of being watched. Now that he knew who was watching him earlier, he missed it, and felt somewhat empty without it keeping him company.

Gary picked up his car that afternoon, but his thoughts were elsewhere. As he pulled his car into the garage, he could hardly remember his walk from the mall to the dealership and his ride home. He felt like he had been in some wonderful, yet strange, sweet dream. It had started while standing in line to buy his ticket to the matinee at the mall theatre. He remembers that like it was only a minute ago.

The nails tapping, that moment, when he looked up and saw the woman's eyes riveted on his. It's almost as if the woman had entered him with her eyes. Entered him and had searched through every erotic secret that Gary had filed in the deepest parts of his very soul. He remembered that feeling, that helpless, vulnerable feeling, as her eyes searched his. She knew, as certain as the sun coming up, she knew, he felt that.

But how had she known? Had his face, his look of awe, actually been that revealing? He'd heard of woman's intuition, but never had he felt so totally exposed. He was so good at keeping his taste in women hidden, a secret from everyone. Not just women, very unique women, women that most men were intimidated by. Women like Marlene.

He read the name on the card as he slowly kept turning it over and over in his hand. Could it be possible? Could it have finally happened? After all this time, one brief, four year marriage, the endless stream of dates, meetings, failed fix ups and blind dates, could it have finally happened in such a chance occurrence? Did she sense his submissiveness? He knew one thing. She sensed something, read something in him. Whatever she sensed, she wanted it. She had followed him, it was her eyes that he had felt on him in the mall, he was sure of that. She had followed him into his movie. He raised his eyes from the card, which she had dropped in his lap, and put it into his shirt pocket. He turned off his car and reached into the console and found the remote for the garage door. Pushing the button, he closed the garage door behind him and climbed out of his car. He went through the side access door of the garage and slowly made his way to the house.

In another dining room, on the other side of town, Marlene sat at the dining room table. In front of her was an almost full plate of food. She was aimlessly pushing food around on her plate with her fork. She was an excellent cook, and the chicken casserole she had made was one of her favorites, but the appetite just wasn't there. Her mind was elsewhere as well. Her thoughts were also on the mall. On that feeling of her nails sliding slowly into the man's mouth. It was even more intense than she had dreamed it could be.

This man was different, oh so different than all the others. She had dated men that had allowed her to use her nails during intimacy and sex, but they always seemed to tolerate it, rather than ache for it. This man ached for it like no man she had ever dreamt of, let alone met.

She had intentionally held her long, red, gleaming nails just in front of the man's mouth to confirm what she had felt in the ticket line. She wanted to see him part his lips and reach for them. She had to see the craving to worship them from the man and oh, how she felt his craving. It had radiated from this man so clearly that it took her breath away. It made her tremble inside. She had to resist the urge to grab the man's hair from behind and jerk his head back so she could WATCH his worship. So she could slowly feed him each of her nails and watch him make love to each of her incredible nails, one at a time. He would have done it, she felt that, she knew he would, she was never so sure of anything in her life.

Marlene pushed the plate away to the middle of the table. It was unlike her to not wash the dish and put it away, but she would take care of it later. She needed something else right now.

She pushed her chair back and stood, and walked across the dining room and down the hall. She came to her bedroom and went inside, turning on the light via the wall switch. She moved to the big, walk in closet and slowly opened the folding, double doors. She turned on the light and walked in.

The closet was arranged neatly in two halves, but what different worlds each side revealed. Along the right side were her business suits, slacks, and tops, all hung neatly like any woman's closet. Her every day shoes were in a neat row on the floor, beneath the hanging clothes. She slid off her shoes and pushed them into their vacant space.

She took off her blazer and hung it on its hanger and hung it on the rod. She unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, bending to pick it up and drop it into the clothes hamper. She slid her thumbnails into the elastic waistband of her panty hose, then her thumbs, and slid her panty hose off and dropped them into the hamper. She unbuttoned her white blouse, her nails softly clicking on the plastic buttons. She had learned long ago, how to manage the small tasks such as buttons, with her long nails.

The white blouse opened and slid down off her arms, revealing the black bra that held her full breasts. The blouse was put into the hamper with the rest of the day's clothes and she turned towards the other wall of the big, walk in closet.

She slowly moved her gaze along the other wall of her closet, Marlene's other, secret, world. On this wall were hung bustiers, corsets, erotic outfits, and Marlene's favorites, shelves of tall, gleaming stiletto heels. Black, red, white, regular leather and patent leather arranged on four shelves. There were six pairs on each shelf.

Next to the shelves of heels was another shelf that held her boots. Four pairs of spike heeled ankle boots, and two pairs of spike heeled knee high boots. Marlene's eyes moved slowly over the shelves of shoes as she stood there. Her eyes stopped on a pair of black, patent leather stilettos. She slowly ran a single, long nail down the length of the tall, thin heel. She took the shoes and slowly walked out of the closet.

On her way to the bed, she stopped at the dresser and opened the top drawer. She picked out a pair of sheer, black, thigh high stockings and continued to the bed.

Marlene sat on the edge of the bed, her black stiletto heels at her side. She took one of the stockings and slowly rolled and gathered it up in her hands. Bending as she brought her knee up, she pointed her toe and stretched the toe of the stocking over it. Slowly extending her leg, she stretched and smoothed the stocking as she pulled it up. She did the same with her other stocking and reached for one of the black stilettos. She slid her toes into the narrow, pointed toe of the shoe and heard the soft puff of air as she slid her heel down snugly into the heel of the shoe.

She loved the way the snugness of the shoe held her foot. It was as if it became part of her, she could feel it's elegance, it's power radiate up through her calf and thigh. She extended her leg and admired the flawless, black finish of the shoe as she slowly rotated her ankle back and forth, the light reflecting off of the gleaming, pointed toe.

Marlene whispered to no one but herself, "one woman's agony is another woman's ecstasy" and smiled softly. She put on the other shoe and stood up from the edge of the bed.

Even though the heel was five inches tall, it felt like a mile. It was as if the tall heels had lifted her into another world, another level. She walked towards the door, so smoothly, with such confidence and elegance, and flicked off the light as she walked through the bedroom door and into the hall.

Some people had a drink to unwind, some got lost in the mindless stream of babble from the television. Marlene was unwinding now, just as she did every day for so long. This is how she took her little mental vacation from her every day world.

She strolled into the dining room, her stiletto heels echoing on the hardwood floor as she left the carpet of the hallway. She picked up her almost full plate on the way by and moved to the kitchen, where her favorite sound started, the click...click...click of her heels on the ceramic tile floor of the kitchen. Reaching the counter, she scraped the food into the trash container and placed the plate in the sink.

She continued her stroll along the kitchen counter, the sound of her heels filling the room. She slowly tapped her nails on the counter as she walked along it, then gently dragged her long red nails along the smooth, hard surface of the countertop, the soft hisssssssssssssss of her nails making her smile.

Marlene felt reborn at these times, she felt like such a sexy, seductive, powerful woman. Like a queen, ready to be admired, pampered, worshipped and obeyed. She was becoming lost in her mental vacation, letting the feelings just flow over her like a welcome, gentle breeze on a hot, sultry day. Then the phone rang.

Marlene took a few graceful steps to the phone on the kitchen counter. She stood there for a moment, counting the rings. The answering machine was set to pick up the call after the fifth ring. Marlene looked at the caller ID display on the answering machine and didn't recognize the number. She stood there, waiting. A single, long, glistening, red, nail slowly tapped on the counter as she waited for the machine to answer the call.

The machine finally awakened and picked up the call as Marlene listened. "Hello, I'm unable to take your call......" and she waited for the generic greeting to end and listened intently.

The voice on the other end responded, "Hello Marlene...this is Gary, we met this morning at the theatre, and I thought I'd give you a call. Please feel free to call me when your schedule permits. I'd love to get together again sometime soon and hopefully get to know each other a bit better. I hope you feel the same way. You can reach me most evenings …"Marlene picked up the phone and switched the answering machine off.

She calmly said, "Hello Gary, I'm so glad you called." Gary was caught off guard momentarily, but recovered quickly. They exchanged the normal small talk and pleasantries as Marlene continued her leisurely, elegant stroll around the kitchen. Just talking with Gary made her hold a hand at arm's length and spread her fingers wide as she admired her long, flawlessly polished, nails.

She could still feel his soft, warm lips and mouth, worshipping her nails with a devotion that she had only fantasized about in her most erotic dreams. Marlene strolled towards the living room, the sound of her heels changing from the tile floor of the kitchen, to the hardwood floor of the dining room, to the whisper of her tall stilettos on the carpet of the living room.

She settled into a large, overstuffed chair and gracefully crossed her legs. The small talk continued for a few more minutes as Marlene's eyes followed her gleaming, black stiletto. She was swinging her leg slowly, that rhythmic, bouncing, swing that women have perfected over the years, when they cross their legs.

On the other end, Gary could almost sense Marlene's attention has shifted, been diverted by something else. He was beginning to think the worst, that perhaps Marlene found him boring, or uninteresting. That perhaps this morning had been only a fluke and something he would never experience again. This thought left an empty pit in Gary's stomach. He did not want this to end. Just when he had almost convinced himself that something had happened to jeopardize this perfect day, Marlene spoke.

"Gary... I think we both know that we are people with unique 'needs' ...am I correct? Her eyes were still locked on the rhythmic swing of her stiletto. Gary paused for a moment, unsure of what to say.

Before he could speak, Marlene continued. "I think I know your needs, Gary. I can fill them. You know I can. I saw them in your eyes today, Gary."

There was a brief silence on the other end. Gary's heart was pounding. His manhood began straining against the seam of his pants. He couldn't believe how this was unfolding.

All he could say was a gentle, "yes Marlene". A soft, but somewhat wicked smile crossed Marlene's lips as she continued to swing her black stiletto.

"Now Gary," she said calmly into the phone, "about my needs." Are you listening carefully, Gary?"

All Gary could muster was another..."yes Marlene".

"Excellent", she said calmly." I have three simple, yet unwavering needs, Gary. Do not forget them.... devotion, worship, and obedience. Repeat them for me."

Gary could hardly breathe, his breaths coming in quick, shallow, erratic gasps. Carefully he repeated the words. "Devotion, worship, obedience."

Marlene smiled again at the way Gary composed himself to complete those words. She sensed the total awe that was eating Gary alive, and she loved it.

"Very good, Gary", she said, "One last thing. You are now mine and no one else's."

Marlene spoke one more time...."I need a strong man, Gary. You intrigued me from the beginning because I saw both strength and surrender in your eyes. I need both. I'll be in contact with you very soon. Good night, Gary."

Marlene pressed the 'end' button on the portable telephone with a single 'tap' of the long, red nail of her index finger, and set the phone on the end table next to the chair.

She let her head fall back into the cushion of the overstuffed chair. Oh, how she was going to love this. She could almost hear Gary's soft, sweet squeal of ecstasy...and she felt the wonderful little tingle between her legs because of it.

Her dreams were about to be realized.