Beyond Monetary Needs Pt. 02

The woman was keenly aware of what was and what wasn't appropriate in this dynamic that they'd established and she had been quick to shoo away his wandering hand. Jim mirrored her, taking a step back himself as she did, his fingers gently clasping his chin as he seemed to ponder. "I think so. Very suitable." he finally confirmed.

At her comment about shoes, Jim tossed his eyes back for a moment. Truth be told, the woman standing in front of him had dazzled him to such a degree that he hardly thought it possible he could concentrate on picking out shoes. "I think it is far more important to hang around for a bit more, give you my 2 cents on the dresses you picked. Least I could do for you helping me out." His graciousness was largely impacted by the fact that he'd taken a peek at the dresses she'd picked out and they were just as if not more revealing than his choice. Especially a white dress that seemed to have a large opening out in the front, the kind that likely revealed 80% of the tit, straps to the side merely covering the nipples.

When Jennifer was away Jim had to fend off the smiling shopping assistant who veered over this way.

"Does the madam need any assistance? Have you two found what you were looking for?" she asked kindly.

"We're set on one dress. Very likely the madam will get the rest as well. I think we're good for now, but I'll make sure to ask for you when we need you." Jim let out politely, keeping an eye out for the corner that led to the changing rooms.

She laughed at Jim's suggestion to stick around and watch her essentially model for him. Well, a little modelling never hurt, she thought to herself. Originally, she was going to just try them on herself, but what was the harm in letting Jim see and offer his own thoughts? She knew what she liked, and... well, she thought she knew what her husband liked too. Either way, she nodded her head, swivelling on her feet and sauntered off to the dressing room.

Jennifer had picked out a strapless tube black dress. She inspected the outfit in the mirror of the dressing room first, swivelling one way, then the other, enjoying how the black dress hung off her shoulders and cut slightly down her cleavage. Her hands moved to press her bosom up a little, though the dress supported it well enough, ample amount of her breasts shown just above the neckline. She smiled, then walked out, a couple moments after Jim had dismissed the shopping assistant.

"What do you think?" She asked, looking over herself. "I like it." She hummed.

A slight frown came over Jim's countenance as the black fabric peeked back at him soon as Jennifer rounded off the corner. It wasn't the white dress, though...he tilted his head to the side slightly, taking a better look down the woman's figure and the way the dress hugged it. Maybe he was a bit quick to jump to conclusions. The black dress was elegant, short enough to tease the woman's lovely thighs and naturally her best assets were nicely on display, offering a nice peek at her cleavage, whilst the tops of her breasts sort of swelled upwards above the neckline.

Jim crossed his arms over his chest as he tilted his head, his gaze running down her frame. "It's niceee..." his voice trailed off, a hint of uncertainty painting the words. He clicked his tongue off of his cheek before narrowing his eyes, focusing down at Jennifer's legs. "It doesn't really do justice to your two most attractive assets." he added with a small laugh, referring to her breasts. "It comes close to redeeming itself further South, but I just think if it was a couple inches shorter it'd be infinitely better."

A laugh escaped her lips as Jim explained himself, the woman rolling her eyes a little bit. "I suppose we'll disagree there too." She replied, moving her hands to bounce her bosom very slightly, the tops of her breasts peeking up further over the black fabric that held them back. Of course he would say something like that - but she liked the dress, despite his own desires. Besides, it wasn't for him, anyways. It was for Robert - and sort of for herself as well.

She laughed again at his mention of the dress being too long. "Oh, you like when girls dress like that, do you?" She teased, a smirk on her face.

"Well, that's not really my style, personally." She replied, glancing at the hem of her dress. Just a little past her mid thighs... and he wanted it further up? Of course she'd seen girls wearing less - Terry's new girlfriend wore something that barely past her ass in half the pictures that Jennifer had seen from her son. Maybe it was just something boys liked here.

Either way, she let out a little breath. "I'm going to get it." She decided, smiling at Jim.

"I like it." Glancing to the mirror, she admired herself a moment longer, then glanced at him. "One more, and then we can head home. Or, maybe I can help you with shoes for your friend."

Jim echoed her laughter. "I suppose we wi-" which was then almost cut off in an abrupt fashion as her bosom began to bounce rather vigorously.

Right then and there he couldn't help but think of that tight dress hiked up, all the way past her hips, her legs spread to straddle his hips, Jim sat on a chair as she rode him, bouncing up and down on his co-

Jim had to shake his head a bit to dismiss this particular train of lewd thoughts and snap back to reality as she posed that question to him. "Well the girls I've fooled around with, to tell the truth they're not very 'blessed' up there, as you know very well." Jim rolled his eyes, echoing her previous sentiment when she admitted to the fact that not many other women were gifted with such a hefty bust.

"So if they don't have much to write home about up there..." he eyed her bosom. "...they attempt to make things interesting down there." his gaze fell down to her legs. Jim let out a sigh, stopping himself from elaborating further.

It was a nice dress regardless, though it paled in comparison to the first one she tried and the white one, which he was certain would be mind blowing. Still he knew enough of Jennifer to realise she was going to get it regardless, so he saved his breath.

Instead he raised his index finger, wagging it to indicate 'no'. "I won't hang around to check out the third one. I just know it'll be the best out of the three and..." I want you to wear it for me in a more intimate setting he wanted to say, but was well aware that would be insinuating too much. "...and I'd rather head to the cash counter and pay for the first dress." he finished the sentence finally.

With that, Jim turned around and stepped away. He found the helpful shopping assistant and paid for the first dress that was supposedly for his friend. In the midst of it, he told her to charge his card for the white dress too. It'd be his gift to Jennifer, despite his finances not really permitting it, but what the hell!

She laughed lightly at his response. Well, considering his attentions today - she'd very clearly seen where they had been - she was not surprised at his thoughts. The white dress was small for her, but she did like the design.

"Suit yourself." She replied, turning on her heels and heading right back into the dressing room. She didn't think too much of it, stripping from the black dress and sliding on the white one

Admiring herself in the mirror, she toyed with the window to her breasts a little. IT was definitely on the small side, but it covered enough of her to feel fine going on a date with Robert in. He would love it, sharing at least some of Jim's proclivities when it came to that. She debated taking a picture and sending it to him, then decided it would be a surprise for her husband. She had some nice heels to go along with it, a beautiful necklace and pearl earrings that would be exactly what the dress needed...

It was a little while later that she returned, both dresses resting over her arm as she came to the register. "Just these two, thank you." She spoke to the assistant, who gave her a curious look. "What?" She asked the attendant.

"The white dress, the young man has paid for already." She replied.

Jennifer glanced towards her compatriot, then laughed, paying off the black dress. "Does that internship of yours pay that much?" She asked incredulously. Why in the world would he pay for it?

Jim stood up from one of those seat things that were placed in the middle of mall hallways for frustrated husbands to wait for their wives to come out of the store. He looked at the bags that Jennifer brought out, finding the one with the first dress and holding out his hand for it. At Jennifer's question Jim just waved it off. "Not really, but I wanted to say thanks for your help today."

Their little shopping trip done, it wasn't long before they headed back home. Jim got his shopping bag with the first dress he'd picked out as Jennifer got the other two. Sure enough he teased her a few times on the way, but nothing too pushy, though the young man's interest in the older woman was certainly not very well-concealed.

It did not suit Jim all that well to find out that Jennifer intended to wear one of the dresses, likely the white one in an anniversary thing that was coming up with Robert. Regardless he kept his mouth shut, knowing that this one would require patience.

As they stepped back inside the house, Jim stopped at the foot of the stairs, as Jennifer was going to head to the kitchen or to Rober's study. "Hey, I had fun today. We should do it again sometime." with that he headed back up.

As soon as they'd arrived home, Jennifer only nodded her head to him. It had been enjoyable, sure, though it wasn't something she felt she would repeat. Helping himm help his friend - although, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that friend didn't exist. She giggled to herself. Had he bought two dresses solely to impress her and flirt with her? He was indeed barking up the wrong tree. Anyways, she found her way into Robert's study to find him, pressing a light kiss to his cheeks. "Honey, you've been working yourself raw. I know you're busy, but why don't we find some time next weekend to go out to dinner? Maybe Friday evening?" She kissed his cheek again, massaging his shoulders lightly. The man only glanced to her, then gave a nod. "Sure." It was... underwhelming of a response, but Jennifer was glad enough that he'd agreed. "Love you." "Mm.." He grunted out, and she sighed again, kissing his cheek then leaving him be.

That anniversary night thing wasn't far off and somehow, someway, Jim felt he'd be involved. How exactly? He could not tell.

==== THE WINE ====

Another week passed. Jennifer did see Jim occasionally, but he did appear to be quite busy. This internship really was working him - or he was going to see acquaintances, which was more than fine for Jennifer.

She still thought about that particular evening, when Jim had had some girl over to his bedroom. Jennifer had heard the girl for three hours straight. God, she did hope for at least a little action tonight on her anniversary night with her husband Robert.

She was starved for attention in a way her hand simply could not satisfy. Taking her time getting ready, she'd made reservations for 7 tonight. It was Friday, so usually Robert was home by then, and she'd texted him a few times throughout the day just to make sure he knew. It always said he read them, even if he didn't always respond.

Maybe it was subconscious, or maybe because of Jim's statement the week prior, Jennifer had decided on the white dress. Robert would love it. She'd found herself admiring herself again, adjusting the 'window' to her bosom, to just cover enough to be appropriate for going out. She'd done up her makeup, only light touches really, with a pair of pearl earrings and matching necklace. That floral perfume that Robert loved, as expensive as it was, she used. Strappy black heels as well, and she'd taken the time to curl her hair very loosely for him.

He'd need to get home at around 6:30 - Robert hadn't said to meet at the restaurant. Jennifer was ready. And... she waited. She texted her husband. Once, twice. The third time, around 6:50, she got a response. And that was why, about an hour later, she was more than halfway through a bottle of wine, swirling a near empty glass with a dour look on her face, mumbling to herself.

So work had gone long, had it? He wouldn't be done until 9? A week was plenty enough time to adjust his schedule, wasn't it? Couldn't he have just taken a little time off? He already worked all damn weekend anyways, why couldn't he have just ignored the meeting and come out with her?

Jim had chanced upon Jennifer from time to time since their little outing together. He was well aware that she'd planned a big night with her husband and Jim was certain she was going to wear one of the dresses she'd picked out whilst she was out with Jim.

The fact that that weasley bastard, Robert would get to savour her in a dress that Jim had helped pick out did not sit all that well with the young man.

Worst of all, that gleeful smile on Jennifer's face that morning had convinced him that the usually occupied Robert would actually make some time to attend this dinner she'd planned. That fact alone had Jim trepidatious about returning home. Last thing he wanted was to hear Robert and Jennifer going at it.

He let out a sigh whilst checking out the time. Being Friday most everyone had already headed home and Jim could not postpone it any longer. He grabbed his things and headed out of the office. Being Casual Friday he was wearing a pair of jeans with a grey shirt.

The young man figured he'd just drop his work stuff at home, maybe grab a quick shower and go out tonight. One of his friends from college was spending a few days in town and it'd be good to recall some of that wild partying they were so used to on term time. Not seeing Robert's car in the driveway, made Jim think he'd already picked up Jennifer and they were in some restaurant by now. To his surprise however, he heard some noises from the kitchen upon entering the house. That was odd.

The scratch of a glass bottle against the counter was heard as Jim drew closer to the kitchen, some unintelligible sounds also grew louder. Jennifer had not left yet? Turning the corner he confirmed as much.

The look of surprise on his face was quickly replaced by a look of...well she was wearing the white dress and it was a treat to take all of it in. For the first few moments he didn't say a word, really, all his attention was focused on trying to comprehend how the dress made her bosom pop out from the 'window' like that without actually spilling out entirely.

He managed to snap out of it though upon seeing the look on Jennifer's face. The half empty bottle of wine told him the rest of the story.

"That fucking asshole..." Jim muttered, carelessly tossing the house keys towards the kitchen counter. He shook his head in exasperation, genuinely not believing how her husband could stand up such a woman, though certainly part of Jim was glad.

He took in a breath. "Come on, I'm not going to let you drown your sorrows here. Come on." he walked over, snatching the bottle by the neck and taking out a glass for himself. Looking over to Jennifer. "The kitchen chairs are crap. Let's go to the living room. You look stunning by the way. I told you this was a good choice, didn't I? Come on." he stepped out of the kitchen.

Jennifer hadn't noticed the young man arriving, muttering under her breath now. She wasn't quite drunk, but she wasn't sober either, complaining to herself.

"I always do everything, make sure he gets everything that he ever needs, and the one time I ask for something, he shrugs it off..." She trailed off as the bottle she'd been drinking from was snatched from her, earning Jim a heated glare, then a huff of breath as he continued on to try and compliment her.

"I'll do what I want." She snapped back at him with a light huff of breath, swirling her glass for a moment. She felt like being petulant today, considering how much she desired more from her husband that he had been giving. This wasn't even the first time, nor her first disappointment with him either. He did things like this constantly.

It took her a few moments before she finally decided to follow her tenant into the living room, sitting quietly into the couch not right beside him. "Give that to me." She snatched the bottle back, pouring herself another full glass and then relaxed back onto the couch, letting her lipstick stain the glass further as she drank from it. She was tempted to simply take the bottle and drink from that, but she held that desire in for the moment. There was no reason to explain herself to Jim - she was sure he already knew what had happened.

"If I want to drink, then I will." She grumbled, sipping down more of her wine now.

Jim quickly stopped feeling all that bad about the half-drunk missy here. Truth be told she brought this on herself by holding out hope for a man like Robert. What Jim still could not decipher what she actually saw in the man, when she herself was leaps and bounds objectively better.

As they sat down, she snatched the bottle right back and Jim did not fight her, observing as she poured herself another one and eagerly taking a sip, for a brief moment feeling quite jealous of that glass being stained by those lovely lips of hers. He glanced down between his legs, thinking of at least another thing that could benefit from a bit of staining.

"Yeah of course, you're a strong independent woman, aren't you?" Jim replied to her grumbly protest. "You picked the dress out yourself, you made those plans for tonight all by yourself and now here you are drinking, all by yourself." he reached over to snatch the bottle, lifting it to his lips to take a sip before he put the bottle onto the coffee table in front.

"One can't do everything. It's too much. It's nice to get some help. Not from Robert, that much is clear...but that's why I'm here." Jim declared moving back a bit to create some more space for her to scoot over to him.

"Come here..." he reached down, his hand placed on her hip as he pulled her butt closer to him, turning her to face away from him as Jim angled his body towards her.

"All of that stress on your shoulders, let's see if we can't do something about it...you can keep drinking okay?" Jim pulled her only half-way through by the hip, letting her close in for the remaining half.

"Let's move that pretty hair to one side." he used the back of his hand to swipe her hair over one shoulder, revealing her pristine neck. "How long since you've had a massage?"

She let out another little huff. Jim didn't need to be a smartass about it. No one liked a smartass, no matter how good looking he was. She gave him another little glare as he drank from the bottle, doing just what she wanted to do except that she hadn't done it. She rolled her eyes a little, swirling the glass as she crossed her legs, unwilling to speak much more than she already had. She was seething inside and just wanted to drink until she decided to go to bed.

Jim grabbing her by the hips and practically pulling her to him did catch her off guard, but she didn't stop him. Nor did she stop him brushing her hair aside, her bare skin showing to him, save for the necklace that she had on that broke the pristine, fair skin.

"I don't know." She mumbled, her head looking down to the glass at hand, finishing it off and setting it aside for the moment. Her hands folded lightly into her lap. Is that what he did to get his way with women? Just declare he was going to do something, and then girls would just let him? Not that she was stopping him either, but she was also drunk.

"You don't know?" Jim repeated her words back to her, scooting a bit closer towards Jennifer whose back was now facing the young man. He shook his head in disapproval, tutting for a few seconds as his hands grazed the sides of her arms, rising up and coming to rest on her shoulders.