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A Whisper of Silk, A Scent of Lavender | 
A Whisper of Silk, A Scent of Lavender
Doctor Janet Redmond was a respected eye doctor with a growing practice when she received the shock
of her life. At 38 years old, she thought she was living the American dream-good
income, beautiful home, stable family life and living in an upper class
community. Her only daughter was off at college, leaving her and her husband
empty nesters. It wasn't long after her daughter left that her husband announced
that he was leaving her for his young secretary.
To say that Janet was
crushed was an understatement. She had no idea that her husband was unhappy.
Sure she had gained a few pounds over the years but she still had a good shape
with large firm breasts and a shapely rear. Maybe she worked too many hours but
being a doctor with a large patient load required some sacrifices. She also knew
that she tended to dress in a very conservative manner; her daughter had told
her that a million times. Yet as a respected doctor, she felt obligated to dress
professionally if not staidly. And sex, well that had almost gone by the wayside
over the years, the victim of too many obligations that made personal time
almost impossible.
When Janet looked into the mirror, she saw a very
pretty and sexy woman with blue green eyes, short stylish blond hair and a nice
figure. At five six she wasn't short and certainly not heavy at 130 pounds.
However, sometimes she felt like that the 130 pounds was all in her breasts. She
knew that she was attractive; she could see the way men looked at her when she
wore tight sweaters and short skirts (her daughters idea). It was impossible to
cover up those long hard nipples when she caught a breath of cold air or was
overly excited. Yes, those long nipples that always seemed to be hard lately.
It wasn't that Janet didn't like the attention from men; it was just
that her conservative nature seldom let her really enjoy it. She knew that most
men were looking at her as a sex object. Sometimes that thrilled her, making her
panties wet and sometimes that angered her, making her feel like a piece of
flesh. Yet she knew that many women felt that way, the eternal paradox.
Janet could still remember when sex was fun, when she really looked
forward to that feeling of excruciating excitement coursing through her sexual
parts, but that was before career and family got in the way. She knew that she
wasn't the most creative lover in the world and maybe she was a bit shy, but
Roger never complained. Contrary to her outward appearance, in the last few
years Janet had found that she thought about sex a lot more than she cared to
admit. Sometimes when she saw a good looking man she would feel a little flush
go through her, making her face hot and her heart race. She chalked it up to the
hormone thing. She had read that women in their thirties were at their prime
sexually. Yet Roger and she only had sex about once every couple of weeks, if
that much, during the last few years.
While Janet had tried to spice up
their sex life with some sexy clothes in the bedroom, it hadn't seemed to work.
She tried romantic candlelit dinners, even a surprise getaway vacation to a
little secluded bed and breakfast in New England. Now it was all clear to her;
Roger had a young lover. How could she have been so dumb she asked herself over
and over?
It took Janet over a year to come to grips with the shock of it
all. Finally with the encouragement of her daughter and friends she had slowly
come out of her depression. In fact, she had started dating and had met a man
who had asked her to marry him after only several months. Janet was not ready to
jump back into marriage yet, so she had put Wayne off, asking him to be patient
with her. She had told him that she needed time, time to recover, to find
herself and to be sure of what she wanted. But it was really more than that. She
felt this yearning inside that made her think that there was more to life then
her career and her mostly boring personal life.
Wayne was a good man, a
respected pediatrician who had lost his wife to cancer years ago. The best thing
about him was that he treated her like a queen. She had given into sex with him
after they had dated for several months. While Wayne was good in bed and really
knew how to use his equipment, he was also conservative, never willing to try
anything different, especially not oral sex. God how Janet missed that part of
sex.
Oral sex was the one thing that Roger was good at in bed. He would
sometimes spend hours pleasing her with his mouth, taking her to places she
hadn't been since. Janet had returned the favor on occasion but that wasn't
something she really liked to do. It seemed so messy and of course she would
never swallow.
However, lately in her fantasies she would do that and
more. It seemed that her body was betraying her somehow, forcing her mind to
drift off at the most inopportune times to sexual situations that just a short
while ago she would have considered perverse. Yet no matter how hard she tried,
these wild sexual visions would invade her dreams and her thoughts, exciting her
senses. Sometimes she would have to change her panties in the middle of the day.
She even considered seeing a doctor, thinking that there was something wrong
with her.
Janet's girlfriends would laugh at her and say that she was
being silly. They told her to enjoy it while it lasted. She would blush and tell
them that they were crazy. However, something in the back of her mind told her
that they were right, that life was too short to deny her sexual instincts.
Chris Murphy was twenty years old and home from college after his
sophomore year at a southern university where he was majoring in biomedical
engineering. Chris was tall and slender at 6' 1", weighting 186 pounds. He was a
handsome and popular boy, if somewhat shy. He had an unassuming personality and
tended to get along with just about anyone. While he liked sports and was good
at most, his curriculum didn't really allow him the time. He often thought that
he had made the wrong choice with his engineering career. His course load was so
heavy with calculus, physics, and biology, among others, that he never seemed to
have time to have fun. While he studied, his friends would party. Still, he had
his goals and set high standards for himself, maybe too high.
Chris lived
with his mom and dad when he wasn't in school. The Murphy's were an upper
middle-income family, living in a nice neighborhood on the outskirts of town.
Tom Murphy, Chris's dad, sold sophisticated medical equipment to doctors and
hospitals. It provided his family with a good standard of living but nothing
extravagant.
Tom was a big believer in the work ethic. He could have
easily paid for all the extras that kids expected now days but that went against
his principles. Specifically, he felt that Chris needed to work and earn some
level of income, even while in college.
That was no problem for Chris;
he would have worked regardless of their family income. He had taken a job at a
pizza joint for the summer but unfortunately wasn't earning enough money to
finish the antique car that he was rebuilding. His dad had conceded that he
would match whatever Chris earned. Still Chris wasn't sure he could pull it off
in the few months of summer vacation.
It was at a party at his house one
Friday night that Chris first met Dr. Janet Redmond. He was talking with his
father when Janet walked up and said hello to his dad.
"Chris, this is
Dr. Redmond," his dad said in introduction. "Dr. Redmond, this is my son, the
biomedical engineer," he said, putting his arm around Chris
proudly.
"Uh...hi," Chris said as he stared into a pair of the most
beautiful eyes he had ever seen.
"Pleased to meet you," Janet said. "And
it's Janet," she added as she put her hand out.
Chris took her soft, warm
hand in his. He felt a little flutter in his heart as he looked into the eyes of
the sexy older woman. Suddenly he could smell her intoxicating perfume like a
breeze around him. His head began to spin just like the time when he first met
Jenny Gillman in the fifth grade. Maybe he was just experiencing a little
posttraumatic stress from his final exams, he thought.
Chris was startled
when he felt a tug and realized that he was still holding her hand. "Uh excuse
me," he muttered as he reluctantly let go.
"Tom, can you come over here
for a minute," Chris's mom called from across the room.
"Excuse me for a
second," Chris's dad said. "Entertain Dr. Redmond for me Chris, she is one of my
best clients and the best darned eye doctor in the State." Tom hurried over to
his wife, leaving Chris and Janet alone in the corner.
"So you're an
engineer?"
"No, not really, I'm only going into my second
year."
"That's a tough curriculum. So what are you doing for the summer?"
Janet asked the young man.
"Well, I'm working in a pizza place, but I
don't make much money. I'm trying to save to rebuild my 66 Corvette," Chris
said, trying desperately not to look at the soft swells of Dr. Redmond's breasts
as they rippled with her movements. It was an impossible task for a healthy
young man. When Chris looked back into Dr. Redmond's face, he saw a knowing
smile. He felt his face flush with embarrassment.
"I know money's a
struggle when you're in college," Janet said in sympathy. "The starving student
huh?" she added with a beautiful smile and a little laugh that made her breasts
shake even more.
"Well, maybe not exactly starving but I do need to find
something else if I'm going to make enough money to finish rebuilding my car,"
Chris said pensively.
"Hey, wait a minute," Janet said. "Your probably
handy with mechanical things right?"
"I hope so, I am studying to be an
engineer," Chris laughed easily.
"My assistant, who helps me around the
office, hurt his back last week and is going to be out on extended medical
leave. If you're interested, I could really use some help around the office. I
pay ten dollars an hour and you get to work with a wonderful person," Janet said
with a smile. "Are you interested?"
"Wow, would I!" Chris said quickly,
jumping at the chance to earn a little more money and maybe spend some time with
her.
"Why don't you stop by my office around 9 am on Monday and we can
talk," Janet said handing him her business card.
"Thanks Dr. Redmond,
I'll be there," Chris said as he looked into Janet's pretty eyes again and
almost felt his heart melt.
"It's Janet," she said with another smile and
walked away. Cute kid she thought. Then a little shiver ran through her as she
felt his eyes on her backside. Was she swaying her hips too much? Behave she
told herself but her hard nipples belied her own excitement.
Chris stood
paralyzed as he watched Janet almost float away, a whiff of her perfume still in
the air. His eyes were drawn to her lower half like a moth to a flame. Nice he
thought as he watched the subtle sway of her hips, and a doctor too. Down boy he
said to his twitching groin; it wouldn't be good to walk around the party with
an erection.
For the rest of the evening, Chris didn't let Janet get too
far out of his site. He wasn't exactly following her but he kept his eye on her
as she mingled with the party crowd. She seemed to flow from room to room with a
sophisticated ease, talking and laughing. Several times Chris was caught looking
at her when she turned unexpectedly. While he blushed, she just seemed to take
it in stride, smiling sweetly at him. At one point she came over to him and
asked how he was enjoying the party. Chris stuttered all over himself like a
smitten teenager. She laughed at his obvious discomfort, the swells of her
exposed breasts nearly popping out of her dress.
Later as Chris went up
to his room to get a picture of his car, he passed his mom and dads room and saw
that someone was in there. He thought he had just seen both his mom and dad
downstairs. He stopped and looked in through the slightly opened door and was
surprised to see Dr. Redmond walk out of the master bathroom. The bathroom
downstairs must have been occupied he thought.
He started to walk away
when he abruptly stopped as he saw Dr. Redmond slip one shoe off and lift her
leg up and place a foot on the bed. Chris's eyes grew wide as he watched her
slide her dress up to the top of her thigh high nylon. He felt his groin tingle
as he saw her smooth white skin above the dark silky nylon leg band. Then he
watched her stretch the leg band and pull the shinny material up her thigh. When
she was satisfied she put that leg down and lifted the other foot.
This
time Chris got a view directly up her dress to her blue silk panties. Chris's
penis sprang to full erection as he watched her adjust the other nylon. Suddenly
she lifted her head and looked directly at him. He jumped back as if he had been
shot and rushed toward the stairs. His face was red with the embarrassment of
being caught watching like some peeping Tom.
Yes, Janet had seen him. She
thought it was cute and flattering that a good-looking young man was peeking in
on her. Settle down Janet told herself, this is the young son of an important
business associate. Suddenly she was very much aware of her panties caressing
her between her legs, as her gusset grew wet with her juice.
However,
Janet was enjoying teasing the young man too much to stop. She couldn't remember
when she had had so much fun. She would have chastised herself for leading him
on had she not had a little too much to drink. Still it was refreshing and ego
boosting for her to have a young man panting around her like a puppy. Even with
her intake of alcohol, she was in control of the situation she thought.
The next time Janet saw Chris, he was standing outside getting a bit of
fresh air. She walked up to him and said, "Kind of stuffy in there
huh?"
Chris jumped and almost spilled his coke, splashing some on his
shirt.
"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to startle you," Janet said with a
laugh, using a napkin to wipe some of the soda from Chris's shirt.
"It's
so nice out here tonight," Chris said after he recovered from the embarrassment
of being a klutz.
"Yes it is and the music is such a nice touch," Janet
said referring to the soft music coming from speakers around the
patio.
"I set that up a couple of years ago as a surprise for my mom's
birthday," Chris said proudly. "She likes to sit out here and watch the sun go
down."
"Well, let's not waste the music, how about a dance?" Janet asked,
suddenly wanting to be held in the young mans arms. She needed to be wanted
tonight, even if it was a boy young enough to be her son.
"Uh...well, I'm
not very good," Chris said hoping that that wouldn't change her
mind.
"That's okay, I haven't danced in years either. We'll step on each
other's toes," Janet said and took both of their drinks and sat them on a table
then held her arms open to Chris.
Chris stepped close to Janet and was
immediately surrounded by the sweet smell of her perfume and then her arms. He
was very careful that he didn't press too hard into her as he began to move
around on the patio. But then he felt HER move closer, pressing her body to him.
He could feel her soft breasts against his chest as her arms held him tight.
When she laid her head on his shoulder he knew that he was lost. He was
mortified when he started to become excited. But when he tried to move his hips
back he felt Janet's thigh press between his legs.
Again Janet was very
much aware of what she was doing to the young man. She couldn't miss the fact
that he was becoming erect. While she knew that she shouldn't be doing this, her
alcohol dimmed brain made it seem alright, a little harmless teasing she told
herself. She placed her hands behind his neck and swayed her body close to
his.
Chris didn't know what to do. If he pulled back, she would surely
know that he was excited. Yet he also knew that she could have little doubt
about what she was doing to him. He could feel her hipbone rubbing against his
now totally engorged penis. Chris knew that Janet was inebriated and could be
forgiven for her actions, however he had no excuses for his actions. Yet he was
still a young man with raging hormones.
Janet couldn't suppress a little
moan of pleasure when Chris's hands wandered down her back to the tops of her
hips. It felt so good to have a strong body pressed to hers. She felt pressure
from Chris's hands as he pulled her hips into his more than obvious hardness.
Her body melted into him, their feet no longer moving, dancing with hips and
upper body only.
Chris could feel chills run up and down his spine as
Janet's hand came up and slid through the hair on the back of his head. The
fingers caressed him; her finger nails gently scratching his skin. Her softness
and sweet smell was exciting him beyond his wildest dreams. His hands slid all
the way down to the soft cheeks of her ass. He took one in each hand and
massaged them, pulling her into his body.
"There you are," a voice
boomed from the open patio door.
Chris pulled away from Janet as if he
were scalded by hot water. Quickly he stepped over to the table to hide his
excited state from his father. He was glad his back had been turned or his dad
would have seen his hands on Dr. Redmond's ass.
"Dr. Redmond, I have
someone I want you to meet," Tom said. "Can I steal her from you for a minute
Chris?"
"Uh, yea, sure, I was just going to uh...get another drink,"
Chris said as he grabbed his coke from the table. He kept his hands in front of
him in an attempt to hide the tent in his pants. Fortunately his dad didn't seem
to notice as he reached for Janet's hand to lead her back into the
house.
Janet turned back to Chris as she walked away, her eyes flashing
excitement, and said, "Thanks for the dance, we'll have to finish it sometime."
And then she disappeared through the crowd of people.
Chris headed into
the house and toward the stairs; he had every intention of taking care of his
problem. Unfortunately he was stopped by several of his mother's friends wanting
to know what he was doing with himself and how he liked school etc, etc. It was
over a half-hour before he could break away and continue his quest for relief.
Obviously it wasn't mean to be, for no sooner had he taken off his clothes and
jumped into bed then he heard a knock at the door. His dad opened the door
almost before he could get the sheet over his erection.
"Chris, I need a
big favor," Tom said as he stepped into the room.
"Uh...sure dad, what's
up?" Chris replied, holding the sheet away from his hard penis.
"Well,
Dr. Redmond has had a little too much to drink and I don't think she should
drive home. Will you take her home for me, please? I would do it but I have a
few guests left and it would be rude for me to leave them right
now."
"Sure dad," Chris said, almost too eagerly. "Just let me get
dressed."
"Thanks son, I owe you big."
"Big enough to pay for my
parts to the Vet?" Chris teased his dad.
"Well, maybe not that big but
maybe I'll pay for your education," Tom said, one upping his
son.
"Alright, alright, you win," Chris said with a smile as if it was an
imposition for him to take the sexy woman home. Wild horses couldn't have kept
Chris from taking Dr. Redmond home. In fact, he would have paid his dad for the
opportunity.
Chris was in a rush to get downstairs so he found a pair of
jogging shorts and a tee shirt. He was in such a hurry that he didn't even
bother with underwear. When he arrived downstairs he found his father at the
door in a conversation with Dr. Redmond.
"I'mmmmmm finnnnnneeee to
drivvvveee," she slurred.
"No you're not. I don't intend to lose my best
customer to a traffic accident or let her get arrested for DWI," Tom said as he
held the keys to her car away from her. "Chris can take you
home."
"Ohhhhh," Janet said turning to look at Chris, her eyes burning
into him.
A Whisper of Silk, A Scent of Lavender
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