It read: Creative Illusions - Bringing Fantasy To Life. 24 hrs 7 days ,
555-1034. In the lower right corner of the card was a name - Jasmine.
A sudden thunderclap brought Sandy back to reality. It was finally
going to rain. After spending a few frantic minutes getting herself as
presentable as possible, Sandy raced down the hall to try and catch the
train. This time she was too late.
Standing on the empty platform, feeling the wetness of the welcome rain
as it splashed down from the small overheads, Sandy decided she didn't mind
waiting for the next train just this once.
She lifted the card so she could read it one last time. Her hand was
over the trash when she changed her mind about tossing it. It would make a
nice souvenir of her little adventure. Not that she could ever tell Peter
or anyone else about it - they just wouldn't understand.
It was almost noon when Sandy woke the next day. She hadn't gotten home
until almost 3 AM. The whole experience last night seemed like a dream.
It was only the small white card sitting atop a pair of stained panties on
her night table that testified to the events actually having happened.
Still that was yesterday, and she had the little matter of straightening
out her relationship with Peter to attend to today. Jumping out of bed,
she jumped into the shower and washed the remnants of last nights adventure
down the drain. She would have to hurry if she wanted to make her one
o'clock appointment at the beauty salon. Thankfully she had scheduled it a
week ago, before the fighting with Peter had begun. Sitting in her closet
was a new dress she'd been saving for a special occasion. Peter was going
to get it both barrels tonight.
Just making her appointment, Sandy let her mind drift as the beautician
performed her magic. She had every facet of tonight's date planned. By
the end of the night, Peter would be on his knees apologizing. The thought
of Peter on his knees gave her another idea. One of her girlfriends had
told her about a special service that was offered at this particular salon.
You wouldn't find it posted on any of the walls, but if you asked, it was
available.
"My girlfriend Judy mentioned a special service you have here. A
special kind of cut." Sandy softly asked of the beautician who's name tag
read Lucy.
"Why yes, its one of our most popular cuts." Lucy replied. If you like,
we can take care of it as soon as we're done out here."
Twenty minutes later, Sandy found herself in the back room propped up on
a table much like that used by her gynecologist, right down to the
stirrups. Sitting on a stool between her legs was Lucy, who was carefully
using a small pair of scissors and a straight razor to trim her pubic hair.
By the time she was finished, the large blonde bush hairs were now only an
eight of an inch in length and had been crafted into the shape of a heart.
Peter had been reluctant to going down on her before, but after she was
finished with him tonight, he'd be more than happy with the proper
instruction on the way to her heart.
After the Beauty Salon, Sandy made a stop at a nearby Lingerie Store and
bought the sexiest bra and panty set she could find. In her mind's eye she
could just see herself standing before Peter in them.
"Face it, Sandy. She said to herself. "The man doesn't stand a
chance."
A few more stops at the grocery , the video store and the dry cleaners
brought an end to Sandy's errands. Returning to apartment about 5:30, she
took a second shower to wash away the days sweat. Even with the early
morning rain, the temperature still hovered in the mid-eighties.
Taking her time in the cool embrace of the shower, Sandy couldn't help
but caress herself. She was so horny. One hand played with her small 34
inch breasts while the other carefully stroked her newly trimmed pussy.
How different Jasmine touch had been. Both different and exciting. A
large share of what made it so exciting was that for the most part it had
been unplanned and out of her control. Never could she have planned to
have had a sexual encounter with another woman, she just didn't have the
nerve. Yet like any kind of sex, she had always been told that once you
tried something the first time, it was always easier to try it a second.
The rush of the water in her ears was so loud that she hadn't heard the
phone ring the first few times. As she shut off the water she heard the
last ring before it was picked up by the answering machine. Her first
impulse was to race and pick it up before the caller hung up. After all,
it might be Peter. Then the image of her running naked through the
apartment only to find a dial tone when she got there filled her mind. No,
let the machine answer it, that's what it was there for. She's call back
whoever it was when she finished with her toilet.
Once dry, Sandy spent the next twenty minutes finishing up. Her teeth
were as white as after a trip to the dentist. Her breath, minty as Proctor
and Gamble could make it. A careful application of her favorite perfume in
all the right places completed the ritual. She was ready.
Donning the newly purchased bra and panties, Sandy took a long look at
herself in the bathroom doors full length mirror. Her reflection returned
her smile as she struck a pose.
"Sandy dear," She said to herself proudly. "There's no denying it. You
are a babe!"
Exiting back into the living room, she noted that it was already 6:40.
That gave her almost an hour before Peter would be by to pick her up.
Plenty of time.
The flashing light on the answering machine caught her attention as she
headed for the closest for her new dress. In her self admiration she had
almost forgotten about the shower call.
Dropping down onto the plush love seat, she hit the play button and sat
back. As she listened to the message, her face turned a bright crimson and
her expression went from satisfaction to outrage.
"Hi Sandy," Began the recorded voice of Peter Ryan. "I realize that
this is really short notice but I'm afraid that I won't be there tonight. I
tried calling you earlier but got the machine and really wanted to tell you
myself. As soon as you can give me a call, there's something we have to
discuss."t.
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