Homecoming
Dan remembered how he used to gag on the heavy cigarette smoke before the
new rules banned smoking on domestic flights. After the ban, he remembered
the months it took for the smell of stale smoke to fade from the seat cushions.
Suddenly, the blackness outside Dan's window was broken by lights; soon after
that, the plane landed with a thump and rumbled down the runway. Dan pulled
his briefcase out from under the seat ahead of him and undid his seatbelt,
then as the plane pulled up to the jetway, he stood and got his coat out of
the overhead bin.
As usual, the passengers took a long time to get off the plane, and Dan was
annoyed that nobody else ever seemed ready to walk right off. He'd been
flying often enough that he had it down to a routine; as the door of the
plane opened, he had everything he needed in hand, his coat and briefcase.
He never checked any bags, instead, he packed a minimum of clothing in his
briefcase.
As he got off the plane, the flight crew went through their usual silly ritual
of wishing the passengers a pleasant trip. One stewardess was worth looking
at, and as Dan passed her, he managed to glance down the neck of her blouse
and note that she was braless. As he walked into the airport through the cold
jetway, he wondered idly what she might have planned for the night.
Walking through the airport towards the exit, he felt bitter. He'd been
married for almost two decades, and his marriage had become routine more than
a decade ago. Before he married Ellen, he'd seen her as a very sexy woman,
but in the years since their wedding, she had gradually lost interest in sex,
to the point where Dan's sex life had degenerated to making love once-a-month
or less.
It was a late Friday afternoon in December, late enough to be dark out, and
late enough that the airport was reasonably crowded with a mixture of holiday
travelers and business travelers on their way home for the weekend. The
airport restaurants weren't crowded yet, and Dan briefly considered stopping
for an early supper before the airport limousine ride that would take him
home.
As Dan casually watched the women he passed, he idly wondered which of them
were among the four percent of American women who, if one survey he'd seen
was right, owned no panties. It was a game he played to keep his mind off
the tension he felt thinking about Ellen. It wasn't that he didn't love her
anymore, there was no question about love. The sad fact was was that their
relationship had turned platonic.
He was startled to hear his name called as he walked past the X-ray
machines. It was Ellen's voice, but at first Dan didn't recognize her. Her
hair was different, even the way she stood was different.
"How was the trip?" She asked.
"OK. I expected take a limo home. Thanks for coming to meet me."
As she turned and started walking with him towards the tunnel to the
short-term airport lot, he noticed that she had earrings.
"Ellen, stop. Let me look at you properly. That's a new haircut and you've
gotten your ears pierced!"
She stopped and posed. Her hair had always covered her ears, and she'd never
bothered with earrings before. Now, her grey-streaked hair was cut short,
covering the top of one ear and fully exposing the other. Her earrings were
unconventional, but in a style he'd admired the few times he'd seen other
women wear earrings that way. Instead of wearing them in her earlobes, she
wore a pair of gold beads in the back edge of her left ear.
"I only got one ear pierced," she corrected him. "Do you like it?"
"I like the earrings," he said as they walked towards the tunnel, "and the
haircut looks good on you. I didn't even know you knew I liked that style of
earring."
She turned to smile at him. "I've seen you looking, and with you away for a
month, I thought I'd have some fun."
As he glanced at his wife, he felt himself drawn to her in a way he hadn't
felt for years. Other than the earrings and haircut, she was still the
same Ellen, wearing the same long winter coat and knee high dress boots
she'd worn when she dropped him off a month ago, but there was something
different about the way she stood.
It was cold as they walked into the short-term parking lot, and he wished
he'd taken a proper winter coat on his trip. The protection of their car was
welcome as Ellen drove away from the airport, and as she drove out onto the
freeway, the heater began to warm him.
"Want to eat out?" Ellen asked as she drove.
"What about the kids?"
"Jenny's spending the night with Karen, a slumber party. Jim's away at a
weekend retreat organized by the church. I know a restaurant you'd get a
kick out of; we could even go dancing after we eat."
"OK," Dan said, wondering if this was really the same women he'd left a
month before. He couldn't remember the last time she'd done something like
this with him.
As they drove into town, Ellen told him about various little things that had
happened to his family, and he told her about the month-long class he'd
taken. There wasn't really much to say about the course, but he recounted
what he could, telling about the classes, his classmates and his instructors.
He'd learned quite a bit that would help him at work, but he'd been lonely.
Ellen turned off the freeway and drove along a busy city street as she
explained where they were going. "While you were away, Becky, one of the
girls I work with, took me out to dinner at this place. She said that with
my husband away, I needed a fling. I figured that you could use a fling now
that you're back."
"Who's Becky?" Dan asked. Ellen had been working at the bank for a bit over
six months, and Dan had only met most of her co-workers at a few parties.
"I'm sure you remember her, she's in her mid twenties, brown hair, and she
usually wears four hoop earrings in each ear. Last August at the picnic,
you couldn't take your eyes off her. Anyway, she's been a fun girl to work
with."
Dan remembered who she was as Ellen turned into the restaurant parking lot.
Becky had caught his attention; she'd been beautiful, but far from
conventional. Dan continued to think about Becky as they ran from the car to
the restaurant door, but once inside, he turned his attention to his
surroundings.
Judging by the decor and the pretty hostess who met them, the place was
expensive. Dan helped Ellen with her coat and then walked with her as the
hostess led them to a table. The hostess wore a purple satin dress that clung
to every curve of her body, and Dan was sure she wore nothing under it.
As he sat down across a small table from Ellen, Dan was amazed at how good
she looked. She wore a soft grey suitcoat over a sheer high-necked blouse.
Two strands of gold necklace sparkled through the fabric of the blouse, and Dan
couldn't help but speculate about whether she wore a bra under it even though
he knew that she always wore one.
"Is that a new suit?" Dan asked after they placed their orders.
"Yes, do you like it?"
"Very much!"
"Thanks," Ellen said. "Becky, the girl I told you about, she helped me shop,
helped me pick it out. I needed something new because I've lost weight since
I got the old suit, and I like the way Becky dresses."
"I didn't think bank employees had much choice," Dan said. "You've all got to
look prim and proper so people will feel secure leaving their money with
you."
Ellen smiled. "There's prim, and there's prudish. Becky is always prim
looking, but she has fun. I remember a hot August day when I griped to her
about how sticky I felt, and she laughed and told me that I was wearing
too much. When I asked her what she meant, she didn't answer, but later,
when nobody was looking, she got my attention and briefly unbuttoned her
jacket and flipped up the hem of her short skirt. She had nothing on
underneath!"
Dan felt himself reacting sexually to Ellen's story. It was almost as if she
was a different woman from the housewife he'd been living with for the last
decade and a half. Now, for the first time, Dan realized that the bank job
was far more than just a source of mad money.
Ellen went on while Dan thought. "There I was sweating in a bra, blouse,
jacket, pantyhose, and a long skirt; no wonder she was so comfortable."
"If you don't mind my asking," Dan said as he gazed at the triangle of sheer
fabric exposed between the lapels of Ellen's jacket, "what are you wearing
under that blouse?"
Ellen smiled demurely and unbuttoned her jacket, exposing a narrow line of
uninterrupted skin under her sheer blouse. The waitress arrived at that
moment to deliver their appitizers, and as the waitress left, Ellen lifted her
wine glass, in the process exposing a fair part of her right breast.
"To us," she said.
Dan raised his glass in reply. "To us!"
They talked quietly while they ate, but afterwards, Dan couldn't recall the
subjects they discussed. He remembered watching Ellen as she ate, noticing
the way her jacket parted to expose her breast when she reached for her glass
and the way the earrings twinkled in her left ear.
There was lively dance music playing somewhere in the building, not so loud
so as to disturb those in the dining room, but loud enough to bring back
memories of some of the dances they'd been to in college.
When the waitress came to offer them dessert, Ellen turned to Dan. "Do you
want to skip dessert now and go dancing, then eat a late dessert on our way
home."
"OK," Dan said, reaching for his credit card to pay for the meal.
Ellen beat him to it. "I've got to spend my salary on something," she said
as the waitress walked away with her card.
"Were you dressed like this the time Becky brought you here?" Dan asked,
feeling foolish as he did so.
"No," Ellen said. "But when we went dancing afterward, a guy tried to pick
me up. It brought back so many memories of my youth, I was almost sorry I had
to turn him down."
Dan wasn't sure whether Ellen was teasing him or not. He'd never felt
insecure about her love for him, so he wasn't threatened by the idea of a man
trying to pick her up. Even so, he found that her casual mention of the event
excited him.
After the waitress came back with the receipt and Ellen signed it, she got up
and offered Dan her hand. "Come on, Let's dance."
"I like your skirt," Dan said as he noticed it for the first time. Her long
coat had hidden it in the airport, and on the way in, he'd been too distracted
by the hostess to notice it. Back in the sixtys when they'd first met, she'd
worn short skirts all the time, but that was long ago. As fashions changed
over the years that followed, she'd stopped wearing skirts, that is, until she
got her job at the bank.
As he looked at her skirt, he wondered what she wore under it. She'd always
seemed to assume that men could see the sheer nylons she usually wore, but he
never could unless he looked closely or felt them. Her description of
Becky's lack of underwear made him long to ask her what she was wearing.
She took his hand as they walked to the dance-hall. It was a disco, and the
crowd was decent for a Friday afternoon, although mostly somewhat on the young
side. The music was mostly unfamiliar, what he recognized was familiar only
because he'd heard his children listening to it. Even so, he found that most
of it was recognizably dance music, and as Ellen led him out onto the dance
floor, he found that the old dance steps he'd learned in his college days
returned quickly.
At first, Dan felt self-conscious about his wife's clothing, but as they
danced, he noticed that a fair number of other women in the room were more
revealingly dressed than she was. Her short skirt was typical of those in
the room, and her open coat only showed an occasional flash of her nipples
through her sheer blouse. There were other women there with equally sheer
blouses and no coats, and one young woman wore a sweater with a V-neck cut so
low that it frequently exposed her nipples.
Dan had fun dancing, and while he danced, he found that he was getting
excited watching his wife and the other revealingly dressed women in the room.
At one point, he found himself watching a young woman who wore a dress that
was slit up the side almost to her breast.
As he looked back at Ellen, he knew that she'd followed his gaze. She looked
directly at him as she danced, and then quickly drew her finger up the
outside of her thigh, lifting her skirt just enough to reveal her bare bottom
to him as she twirled.
The first two pieces they danced to were vigorous, and he was winded as the
second came to an end. He was on the verge of asking her to quit when the
disk jockey put on a recording of the Beatles `Long and Winding Road'.
Ellen came into his arms and they danced chest to chest. Ellen's head rested
on Dan's shoulder as he held her; he could see that her jacket had parted so
only her sheer blouse separated them. His suit-coat was fairly heavy;
despite this, he was acutely aware of her breasts pressing against his chest.
His hand rested on her fanny as they danced, and he could feel the soft
pleated cloth of her skirt sliding gently over her bare fanny as she moved.
As the long ending of the song began, Dan felt his penis stiffen in his pants,
and as it did, Ellen let him know she noticed; she pressed herself against it
as she gave him a small kiss.
"Dessert, then home?" she asked as the music ended.
"OK," he said, wishing he could find a place to make love with his wife then
and there.
"I'm hot," Ellen said as they sat down at a small table; "mind if I take off my
jacket?"
"Go ahead," Dan said, feeling both surprised that she would think of
exposing herself in public and glad that she did.
They ordered coffee and cheesecake, and as they ate, Dan's eyes drifted from
Ellen's thinly veiled breasts to her face, from there to her new earrings,
then back to her breasts. She took his hand in hers and smiled as he
looked, but she didn't say anything.
As he sipped at his coffee, she pulled an appropriate bill from her purse
and left it on the table, then stood and picked up her coat. "Let's go!"
she said, carrying her coat as she walked towards the exit.
Dan got up and followed her, admiring the uninterrupted expanse of her back
that was exposed through her sheer blouse. Dan got their coats and was about
to walk outside when Ellen excused herself to go to the rest- room. After
they'd relieved themselves, Ellen asked Dan to drive.
Dan had to concentrate on his driving as he worked his way through the late
evening traffic and as a result, his earlier sexual excitement declined.
His thoughts returned to Ellen as he turned from the main roads into the
quiet streets of their neighborhood.
"Ellen," he said, resting his free hand on her thigh. "I love you. I'm glad
you took me out tonight."
"I needed it too," she said, holding his hand where it rested on her long
coat.
"Want to make love when we get home?"
"Yes," she said, sounding a bit excited.
As he neared their driveway, he tapped the button on the remote for their
automatic garage door opener, then tapped the button to close the door as the
car came to a stop in the garage. Dan got out, and as he opened the door
into the house, he saw Ellen get out of the car. Her long coat was
unbuttoned, and she had nothing on under it but her knee high dress boots.
He felt his penis harden as he followed her into the house. She tossed her
coat aside as she walked through the kitchen, and he hurried to keep her in
sight as she walked to the bedroom. By the time he got there, he had managed
to shed his coats and was working on his tie.
"Let me do that," she said, so he stood there as she undressed him. She took
off his tie and gently unbuttoned his shirt, kissing each inch of him as she
exposed it, and as he slipped the shirt off his arms, she undid his belt and
unzipped his pants.
"You know," she said, and then paused to kiss his penis as she slid his
underpants down, "you haven't needed underpants since you were five. I never
did like the look of men's underwear." She helped him step out of his pants
and then stood up to kiss him again.
"Do you remember the way we used to make love?" she asked as she slipped her
dress boots off.
He remembered. They'd both been into Yoga for a while in their college days,
but somehow, they'd let some of the fun things they'd learned fall by the
wayside. He sat cross-legged on the bed with his erect penis resting on his
ankle. She knelt on the bed facing him and let him hug her. He kissed her
breasts, taking the time to give each nipple a good suck, then reached up to
kiss her mouth as she lowered herself onto his penis.
When his penis was comfortably engulfed, she sat back and looked at him,
smiling. "Dan, I love you."
"I love you too," he said as he fingered her erect nipples. She kissed him as
she gently ground her clitoris against him, working herself up to a climax
before she began to stimulate him. In their position, her rocking and
grinding didn't do much for Dan, but as she approached a second climax, she
began to use her pelvic floor muscles on his penis as she fiercely kissed him.
He felt his penis swelling impossibly as they simultaneously came to a
climax, and when it was over, they hugged each other tightly while they
relaxed. Eventually, Ellen leaned back and looked at Dan. She still held
his penis in her vagina, and he enjoyed the feeling even though he was no
longer sexually excited.
She smiled. "Let's do that again sometime soon."