Awe Of PowerbyShellySmith©
We dated three years before getting married and both of us knew we were small town people and would stay that way. Luckily, Don had a knack for the crafts and a father who was a master at it.
He worked remodeling houses and did quite well. Eventually he started picking up some larger jobs renovating malls. It caused him to travel a lot but we managed both our private lives and our money well.
As for me I took a job as a clerk in a local plant. After a short while I wished I could do something to progress in my job but knew there wasn't much chance of it happening. People around there just didn't leave their jobs and all openings were extremely competitive.
Still, it wasn't bad. I knew a bunch of the guys who worked out in the plant and they were real quick to joke and carry on with me, especially when they knew Don was out of town.
"Hey, Shelly. Want me to come over and clean your well while Don is gone?"
"Yo, Shelly. I'll come trim you grass while Bozo's out of town."
I heard it all and laughed it off with them. The one time some guy I didn't really know got a little personal I let him know it and he was a perfect gentleman after that. I think he was just hopeful, that's all. Overall I had a lot of fun with them.
I couldn't imagine anything being better. We made the decision not to have children until much later in life when we could really afford it and Don was in a position to stay at home more often. Our life was great and our sex life was astonishing. I'd talk and talk and he'd screw, lick and suck.
Then, as they say, ""Shit happens."
It was five years into our marriage that my comfortable little world took a real shock.
Don had been doing a lot of renovations in malls across the country. The company he contracted with paid him well and covered all expenses including airfare when necessary.
One weekend when he came home and I was doing his laundry something very subtle caught my eye. I had just thrown a couple of shirts in the washer when I stopped and took them back out. I looked at them very closely, shrugged, and put them back in. I might have been wrong, but they sure looked like they had already been laundered before going into his dirty clothes bag.
It bugged me enough that the next time he came home I made sure I was alone when I went through his suitcase. This time there was no mistake in my find. There was definitely lipstick on his boxer shorts.
I was devastated. I somehow got through the next couple of days and although I chose not to approach him about it, I would go into crying bouts when he wasn't around.
How could he do this to me? How could it happen?
But deep down I knew what my problem really was. I knew exactly how it could happen. And this certainly wasn't the first time I had sat up all night and cried about something like this.
I harbored a deep secret I had never shared. And there were no fuzzy parts of it, no forgotten details. I had relived it a thousand times over, way too often to forget even the slightest detail.
And as I sat there in the dark hugging a pillow and lamenting Don's obvious activities I recalled it again, as vivid as if it happened the day before.
I was twenty-two and a half years old and had worked at the plant for two years as a clerk. The company officials were concerned about low productivity and brought in an engineer who was an efficiency expert. I was surprised when they assigned me to his work group and told me I would be with him for two months.
Gary Bannister was good. There's not much you could say other than that. Needless to say there was a lot of resentment and doubt when he first showed up. Nobody, and I mean nobody, wanted to make any changes that would make him or her bust their ass or lose their jobs.
Instead, he immediately came across as a super nice guy that everybody began to like. He made some changes in one area of the shop that not only made their job easier but also increased their production enough to significantly increase their production bonus. No suggestions made to him by the workers went without notice and he made it a point to respond to each in writing to make sure they knew what they thought was important.
The word got out in a hurry. All at once the guys were asking Gary when he was going to look in their areas, too. We were very busy and, even though my role was small, I was right in the middle of it and for the first time there felt important.
And then, there was Gary himself. I guess I was as impressed with him as the others but I was hoping that I wasn't swooning over him like some of the ladies there. He was in his late thirties, had just a touch of gray in the temple and was extremely good looking.
Every part of him was perfect, it seemed, from his carefully trimmed hair to his manicured fingers. I'm sure I wasn't the only one to fantasize about him, especially the nights Don was out of town.
But, along with scads of documents indicating his many qualifications, he also had pictures on his desk of an absolutely beautiful woman and two children. He lived in a small town in Colorado and traveled as he needed, leaving his family in that safe haven. I didn't have a clue what he was paid but I knew it was a bunch. He lived very well.
Through it all, though, he treated each of us as if we were the most important person in his life. I know I felt that way and I really admired and looked to him as somebody very special. Yeah, I know. Here came that "Godlike" frame of mind again that I seemed to get myself in.
I knew it was coming to an end, though, and it was. He was scheduled to do an out brief on Thursday and as I left work Tuesday I was reminded not to bring lunch Friday. There was to be a small "good-bye" dinner as he left.
My job with him was over except for packing boxes so I scheduled Wednesday off, knowing I had some things to do at home and a couple of things at church to help with some Easter activities.
I got up early to get Don out for the day. He was going to be gone overnight to Oklahoma City so I got him out the door. It was about nine when the phone rang.
You can imagine my surprise when I heard Gary on the line. I spoke to him almost in awe for a minute, exchanging pleasantries as if we were meeting in the company hallway. I was really wondering why he called.
"I know you're off for the day but I wondered if you wanted to run down to Dallas with me for a few hours. There's an engineering conference down there and I need to make a few contacts."
I hesitated for a few seconds, concerned a little about the propriety of it and knowing I had some tasks to do. My hesitation didn't last long, though. I couldn't pass it up.
"What time will we be home?"
"Oh, not late. I hope to be home by eight or nine. I've got a couple of things to wrap up."
I agreed and then went into a little panic. I don't exactly know how he knew where I lived but he did and he was going to pick me up there. It was right near the freeway and made no sense for us to meet elsewhere. The panic part was he gave me twenty minutes to get ready.
I had just minutes to get totally dressed. What in the world would I wear? I sure didn't want to embarrass him or myself. I grabbed a new dress I had just bought for the season and put it on. It was lightweight white with some flower prints on it and was a lot shorter than I remembered. A lot shorter!
I knew my choices was limited and went with it. I have a tendency to wear dark underwear so the little white thong and bra I put on was practically of no function. They were both from a negligee Don had bought for me but were the only white things I had.
I didn't have time to be concerned about my breast spilling out the top of the low cut bra. It was later when I realized how far by top fell open when I leaned open, totally exposing me
When I put on some shoes with short heels I knew I couldn't go without hose. I looked as fast as I could and was dismal that my only choice was a pair of light tan thigh highs that had an almost black lacy border at the top. I had nothing else to wear. And that was that!
He was waiting when I walked out of the house, his motor still running. I got in his car with him, which in itself was a trick. I had seen him zipping around in his old MG roadster ever since he had been there. It must have been thirty years old and, of course, was immaculate and perfect. I wouldn't have featured it any other way.
The reason it was such a trick getting in was that it set so low. I had to really get down low before swinging my legs in. In a quick instant not only did he get a good look at my legs but I'm sure down the front of my dress, too.
He whistled and laughed at me a little.
"This thing we're going to is actually an engineering exhibit. You may have wished you'd worn jeans and sneakers before the day is over. But, you do look wonderful and I appreciate it."
I blushed like a little girl. He was comfortably dressed in a pair of slacks and a polo shirt.
I didn't realize how close we would be sitting to each other in the little car. We were practically shoulder-to-shoulder and it was awkward to sit with my legs in the confined area without my dress riding up.
It was just impossible and I found myself constantly adjusting myself at first. Finally, I just gave it up. If he could see considerably above my knees that would just have to be the case.
I guess I didn't know just exactly the extent of the problem. It wasn't just a matter of him getting constant glances above my knees. In fact, the dress rode so high that the top of my stockings was exposed, providing flashes of my tanned legs spilling out of the top of them.
He was such a gentleman about it. I knew that he couldn't help but catch glances at me, but at least he didn't stare as most would. Within minutes he had me relaxed and feeling very good about myself. He was fun to be with.
He was very quick to point out things in the car for me to look at and made me in charge of changing cd's. Instead of letting one go through all the songs, I changed it after each one. Each time I had to lean way over.
Later I realized that in that close proximity he was getting a full shot down my gaping blouse of everything I owned. I'm sure he couldn't miss my two round mounds spilling out of the top of that flimsy bra, right down to an occasional slip of nipples.
Even though I knew he was starting to pay my body more attention and his glances getting more and more noticeable, he relaxed me and I was enjoying myself. He was such a great man; I just couldn't believe I was getting some special time with him. And the fact that he invited me to go to a conference with him. It was beyond my imagination.
The drive to Dallas is over two hours. About halfway there somehow the conversation turned over to my high school days, which weren't that long past. I started telling him about some of the stuff we did and my majorette days and he really laughed with me.
I have a tendency to become very animated when I tell a story so I was moving around a lot, moving my hands and twisting around to talk to him.
I don't know exactly how long I kept it up before I couldn't help but notice that his glances at my legs had become almost a stare. When I looked down I didn't blush. Instead, I flushed deeply, my blood draining from my face.
Somewhere during my antics, my movements and the seat belt had combined to pull my short skirt up, bunching a large amount of it above the seat belt.
My crotch was totally exposed, the flimsy white cloth making a poor effort of covering me. In short, my dark pussy was clearly visible through the white transparency with little tufts of hair sticking out all around it!
Nothing was said between the two of us. I lifted slightly and adjusted myself as well as possible. I could have just died, especially when I saw the little smile on his face. And once again, I marveled at what a perfect gentleman he was.
Once we were there, I had fun. It was in fact an engineering sales show and I couldn't believe what nice stuff they gave me for my booty bag. It didn't go past me that I was looking very good in a male dominated environment. But what really impressed me was Gary.
It didn't take long for me to understand how well known and respected he was as an engineer. Most knew him by reputation if not personally. He exchanged business cards and many times those that did not personally know him lit up as they met him and were anxious to engage him in conversation.
A couple of times they pulled out especially nice stuff as a gift that they were not normally offering. He received an extremely expensive pocketknife that he graciously passed on to me.
"Your husband can use this more that I," he told me.
Then, at one booth he asked me to stand there for a second.
"I'll be right back."
Two minutes later when I looked up I was floored. He had changed clothes and was now wearing a jacket and tie. I couldn't believe it and was totally mystified. Then I heard his laugh and looked around. There he was, standing right behind me.
"Let me introduce my brother, Stephen."
What a surprise! He had a twin brother who was also an engineer. We ended up going to dinner together and I was treated to a real neat evening. They told stories of each other and I got an even deeper insight of Gary. Steve called him "Bucks" all the time, letting me know when Gary went to the rest room that he made a huge amount of money.
"Well, I know this. He sure knows when something is right," I offered.
"No he doesn't. He knows when something is wrong. He's done that all his life."
Then he slipped in a little something that I didn't quite comprehend at the time. He looked at me slowly up and down and smiled wistfully.
"Just so you know, he rarely does got after something he wants that he doesn't get."
I just nodded and smiled. I was sure it was true, whatever it meant.
The dinner ended about eight and after good-byes we got in the car. Not only had I enjoyed their company but I had also enjoyed the only expensive bottle of wine I have ever had in my life. I'll have to admit there is a huge difference in the taste. And I had way too much of it.
The sun had set and as we pulled out of the lights of Dallas I decided that I was indeed in the presence of a great man. He was attractive, a genius, had a beautiful wife, made great money and was a great family man.
In my wine lightened state of mine, at the moment I may not have put him on the level of President, but certainly that of Secretary of State!
This time when he put on a cd, we didn't change it from the soft music it offered. I don't know if we just ran out of conversation or the wine was working us both but we went silent, the only sound being the music above the engine.
Soon afterward his fingers found my neck, slowly and softly caressing the back of it in an idle gesture. I hesitated a little, not too sure if this was a good idea. Maybe it was just a little too cozy. But between the wine and my respect for him within seconds I let it pass.
Being this close to somebody this wonderful was such a blessing. The fact that we were comfortable enough with each other for a small intimate moment was even better. I closed my eyes and let him continue, relaxing with his touch. With such manicured hands I should have known his touch would be like everything else. Perfect.
I don't know how much time passed. It was minutes, it was a few songs, it was a number of long breaths on my part, hundreds of little circles of his fingers. I just know that there was a span of time and space that occurred without me detecting it.
But slowly, through that unknown and undetected span, I felt his fingers down inside my dress and slowly caressing the top of my breasts. I don't know when and how they arrived there, just that they were. They were so gentle, so enticing, and so warm that I did the unbelievable.
Instead of objecting, I instead enjoyed. I knew it was wrong, I knew it was dangerous. But what I knew most was that I was in such an agreeable state of mine that I welcomed his touch. How could anything this man do be wrong?
I'm not too sure, though, that I was ready for any further exploration on his part. He slowly and smoothly lowered his fingers, the proximity inciting my nipples until I thought that I could actually feel them stiffen.
With tentative fingers he began to lightly trace around the swell of my breast just above my bra, circling leisurely but with deliberate intent, ever closer to the sensitive center. Even as weary as I was of the situation, my body responded to his sensuous touch.
It was if I could feel the blush of my rosy tipped buds deepen. They awoke and rose, swelling and becoming hard even before his touch Slowly he removed his hand, only to carefully lick his finger and place it back and just to the top of my bra.
Carefully he slid his fingers downward, slowly and carefully sliding over the top of what had to be noticeably heaving breasts. Slowly, slowly and with infinite caution he took a swollen nub between his fingertips. Waiting, letting me get used to his presence there, he made no move.
I guess he was getting what he wanted from me. No response was a good response in this case. It was almost as if I were asleep and this was nothing but a dream like assault. As if he needed encouragement, a sigh escaped my lips and there was a definite if not subtle rising and lowering of my hips in response to the intrusion.
He felt my small surrender and moved deftly between the two engorged peaks, his hand sliding over the top then cupping my right breast beneath, kneading lovingly as he gave his full attention to first one then the other.
I froze in place. I guess that's about the only way I can explain it. It was if I was trapped and wasn't trying too hard to escape. I knew this was all very wrong and had to be stopped but there didn't seem to be much power in me to do that.
I just couldn't imagine him doing anything sinister or wrong. Still, I had to make a move and finally decided I had to move his hand away. He either read my thoughts or my body language.
He slowed his caresses then removed his hand, lulling my mind to a point where I was almost relaxed again. Thank God it was over without confrontation. It had been as awkward as it was sensuous and there just wasn't an easy way out.
Thank goodness that was it. Neither of us spoke as he put two hands back on the wheel and we drove on. I looked out the side window with a pale face and trembling body, wondering how this had happened and what I had done to even suggest that I would be open to his advances.
Most of all, though, I wondered why I had responded as I had. Face it, Shelly; you weren't exactly appalled by his attention.
He gave me just a few minutes to recuperate.
After that time I felt it. A touch, gentle and slow, ever so slightly on the leg. I was caught by surprise and moved my leg away, forcing my eyes out my window. It was sort of a surreal situation; the music playing softly above the hum of his engine, being in such a confined space with a man most would die for. And yet everything was wrong and confusing.
He didn't remove his fingertips from my leg and the touching became more brazen. At first it had been just light circles about my knee. After a while he finally put his hand fully on my leg just about the knee. I didn't know what to do. Would it be best if I just ignored it? Maybe it would go away.
But I was wrong. Maybe my lack of response made him think I was agreeable and it encouraged him because he slowly started an upward exploration of my left leg.
It took forever before he even came in contact with my short skirt but when it did my dress slid upward as his hands slowly advanced, touching my leg both on the inside and outside, his bare hand making small circles on my skin.