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Subject: For Senator Helms: Homecoming (A story)
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Date: 1989-11-10 17:15:51 PST
To get the contest rolling, here's a second submission:
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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."
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