Chapter 28 – Chez Gloria

It was late when I got back to the town which in recent months I’d begun to regard as home. I was exhausted after all that had occurred in the last 24 hours and longed simply to get back to my apartment and collapse into bed. There was an obstacle to that, however. I’d made a promise to Gloria that I would stay with her on my return and… well, a promise is a promise, even though I felt very reluctant to honour this one. For one thing the effort of meeting anyone was outfacing and for another I hadn’t prepared the inevitable explanations which my client would require of me. I debated with myself as I drove, should I, or shouldn’t I, should I, or shouldn’t I? Surely, I could be excused just for a single night.

In the end my decision was a compromise. I made a deal with myself. I would drive past the Simpson mansion and see if there were any lights burning. If the house was dark, I could surmise that all the occupants had retired to rest and I would be justified in postponing my ‘return’ until the following day.

By the time I reached the outskirts of town I was regretting my decision. I was almost asleep at the wheel. I somehow dredged up enough energy to head in the direction of Gloria’s house and pulled to a halt on the road outside, the engine still running. I sat for some moments before I raised my eyes to view the building and groaned inwardly when I did so. The house was not in darkness. Most significantly there was bright illumination across the porch and in the drawing room. It appeared that my client was keeping late hours. I sought desperately for any straw of an excuse to cling to. Perhaps she had guests! I would have to check more closely.

I turned the car in at one end of the sweep that formed the driveway. If visitors’ cars were present, then I could glide quietly out of the exit and away. I would have given myself a sop to my conscience by doing all I reasonably could to keep my word. No such luck befell me. The expanse of gravel was empty of vehicles. I drew to a halt close by the front door and turned off the motor. While I sat for a moment and drew a deep breath in preparation for alighting, I became vaguely aware of something glittering in the radiance of the lights.
Before I could determine what that might be, a voice broke the stillness.

“At last, you’re here!” Unnoticed until that instant, Gloria had been standing watching my arrival. She was clad from head to toe in a sequinned gown of shimmering silver. The effect was spectacular! “I knew you would come tonight, dear. Call it a presentiment.”

She opened the door for me, and I struggled out, cramped after so many hours at the wheel. I stretched myself expansively to shake off the stiffness of travel, but my action was misinterpreted as an invitation. The lady of the house threw herself into my outstretched arms and wrapped every inch of herself around me so tightly it would have been difficult to determine where one of our bodies ended and the other began.
It was some moments before any word was spoken.

In the end it was Gloria that broke the silence. “Come, dearest. Let me help you with your things. I sent Millie to bed an hour ago.”

“Oh, thank you. You are so kind.”

“It’s nothing, darling. Come!”

Meekly I followed my hostess inside and up to the guest bedroom. “Shower or bath?” she queried with a smile.

“Oh, bath please!” The prospect of luxuriating in endless hot water was enticing, if I could stay awake long enough.

Moments later I was immersed to my neck in deliciously scented foam. My fatigue fell away as I relaxed in the soothing bubbles. The strain of the last 24 hours was washed into oblivion.

Gloria put her head around the door, her face wreathed in smiles. She came in and perched on the side of the tub. “I can tell that’s exactly what you need. You look like a new woman. It must have been a tough day.”

I nodded my thanks. “I’ll be good as new very soon” I assured her.

“That’s exactly what I wanted to hear. Take your time. I’ll lay out some night things for you. Then I’ll get ready for bed myself.”

After a while the water was starting to cool, so I ran in some more hot. Bliss! The second time this happened the temptation to keep refreshing the hot water was strong. It would be wonderful to linger endlessly there, but conscious of the lateness of the hour and that I was likely to be keeping my hostess from her slumbers I roused myself and emerged dripping from the bathtub. I dried myself off and tiptoed softly into the adjoining room. I have to confess that I was curious to see what exotic nightwear might be awaiting me. Well, given what I’d experienced of Gloria’s fashion preferences, curiosity was perfectly natural!

I was not disappointed. On the bed I found the most wondrous confection. In a silky material so sheer it might be made of gossamer the night gown I held up before the mirror was in a babydoll style of the palest shade of lemon yellow and ornamented with delicate white lace. There was no way that this creation was intended merely for sleeping in. Although the set included a matching pair of full cut panties, it was shockingly indecent. In addition to the transparency of the fabric the little nightie was so brief that I guessed it would barely cover the wearer’s crotch.

Thoughts of what might ensue if I should wear it filled my brain and my heart skipped a beat. The possibilities were intriguing and endless but whether I actually desired any of them was less certain.

It was hard to decide in the moment how far I was prepared to meet Gloria’s advances. My naïveté in not foreseeing that this situation would arise didn’t help. To buy myself thinking time I lay the nightgown down and returned to the bathroom. I spent some minutes working on my complexion. I rearranged my hair, refreshed my mascara and redrew my lips in a colour calculated to complement the hue of the nightie. I checked my nails to see that the shade of their polish also went.

Once all that had been accomplished, I could delay the decision no longer, but I was no nearer reaching any sort of conclusion. I scrutinised my image in the glass once more and laughed out loud. It had just occurred to me why it had been so important to select my makeup colours so precisely. My subconscious mind was already made up. I was committed to wearing the alluring set and to blazes with the consequences. How far I allowed things to go thereafter was entirely up to me, or at least I hoped so.

I cast aside the all-enveloping towel I had wrapped around me and walked purposefully back into the bedroom in my birthday suit. Deliberately but reverently, I slipped the beguiling nightwear over my head and positioned its straps on my shoulders. Before arranging my boobs inside the bodice, I allowed the tiny skirt to fall slowly down. my eager flesh revelling in the caress of the slippery material. The sensation was heavenly.

The pair of matching silken panties sensually slid up my legs and over my ample hips and butt. I carefully tucking my private parts into them and was rewarded to see that they provided a sufficient degree of modesty, almost.

Then I turned to go in search of my hostess and, presto, there she was standing behind me, looking as sultry as a night in the tropics. I wondered how long she had been standing there. How much had she seen? There was no answer to my unspoken question.

Gloria was clad in a backless gown of a bright blue damask which clung sensuously to her lithe frame. “I hope you like what you see” she declared calmly. “I see that my little offering is acceptable. It gives me inordinate pleasure to see you dressed so.”

Coolly, she walked over to stand beside me and reaching out her arm, allowed her hand to cup my left breast.

I gasped in a combination of shock and pleasure as the thrill of being touched in that way sped through me. “Aah!” I moaned, involuntarily.

She took my hand in her other one and placing it between her own breasts, she proceeded to guided it downwards, my fingertips brushing her sinewy torso, until my hand had traversed its full extent. There she halted its progress and pressed it firmly against that part of her anatomy. It was borne upon my consciousness that unlike myself she had not chosen to tuck!

My knees turned to jelly as Gloria’s right hand began to knead my breast. She raised her other one from mine and putting it behind my head kissed me fiercely on the lips. The kiss seemed never to end. I didn’t want it to.

“Come to bed” she commanded when we eventually broke apart,

There was no resistance left within me. I had no choice but to yield!