The Yellow Dress 1
written by:
jwdoney

This is a true story that happened to me today, just a while ago in fact. Some names have been changed upon request, but everything else is told in exact detail.

Any people, places. products or events mentioned are done so without permission or endorsement.

It happened quite simply, innocently enough. I was sitting in the lobby of a temp to hire agency filling out paperwork and talking to the father of a teen also applying. She got out of a Jeep and blew my mind. I have had dated beautiful women in my life, slept with, even married one. I look at pictures on the internet and Facebook, I openly admit to viewing Porn, I read Playboy. This woman was just flat out hot, no other way to describe her. She was about 5'10" with long wavy blonde hair, she had on black heels and a sexy yellow dress. It was sleeveless and snug, clingy, and showed off her body well. She had easily a 34D chest that seemed firm and natural, a fantastic smile and she stunned me, she was that good looking. The dress was just amazing, and from her chest to her thighs, every few inches there was a line of fringe or tassels all the way around her, and the pattern repeated every few inches. The father I was chatting with stared at her as well and said "Good Lord" and I said "I know right?"

She went into Jimmy John's and we went back to our paperwork, and thankfully she came back out a few minutes later carrying a small bag. She opened the door to her Jeep but for whatever reason she stood there as if wanting us to look at her tight ass and how her snug dress highlighted it. She shifted on her feet as she talked on her phone and I sighed and the father said "Damn". She turned, tossed her hair, smiled at something her caller said, played with her hair, then hung up and got in the Jeep and drove away. I finished my paperwork and went with my roommate to Walmart to get some lettuce and literally said "Holy shit" to myself, possibly out loud too. The babe in the yellow dress was leaning on a cart talking to another lady. I couldn't help myself but stare as I walked by her and she and her friend realized I was staring and as I passed I looked right at her and said "Damn". She smiled and watched me for a few seconds, then went back to her conversation. My heart raced and this wasn't one of my fictional stories, I actually saw a smoking hot woman and had the courage to say something.

"Damn" isn't much of a conversation, but still...

My roommate was in no rush and I don't have a car thanks to ex-wife, so I went to electronics first to look at new releases and rollbacks. I was reading the special features on the back of INSURGENT, even though I just bought it digitally the other day, and someone behind said "Damn? Really?" I turned around and there she stood and I blushed and felt suddenly bold and said I figured "You're smoking hot" would be inappropriate. She blinked and said "Okay then" and she moved off her cart and stood a little closer and said she wasn't used to that and I said I doubted it. She eyed me and said I was quite the smooth talker and I sighed and said "Not usually". She said her name was Whitney and I told her mine and the handshake oddly turned into handholding. I said I saw her at Jimmy John's and she blew my mind and she blushed and laughed then stared at me and said "Wait, you're serious?" I let go of her hand and she asked why I was so nervous and I told her some of the horrible, mental shit my ex-wife did to me and she stepped closer. She was definitely in my personal space and she smelled good and I could feel her body heat, or at least I imagined it.

Whitney asked now that I had her attention, what was my plan and I swallowed and stared at her and she smiled and said "I'll be a few minutes, find me when you figure it out". Oh Jesus it felt like my mind was spinning, my heart was pounding, I couldn't breathe, and she smiled and walked away while I stared at her amazing ass and sexy legs. My feet felt like they were in cement and my brain was foggy and I watched her turn a corner and I just knew I blew it. Then I did what I always do and convinced myself that she was just teasing me, I had imagined the whole thing, there was no way I had a shot with someone as fine as her. I shakily put INSURGENT back on the rack and headed to the front of the store to get my lettuce and go home, maybe write another part to ‘Alicia and The Bikini Store' or continue my rewrite of ‘Faith and Innocence'. My roommate said she wanted to get some iced tea so I walked back with her and was standing there while she complained that her flavor was always out of stock.

I heard "Were you really going to blow me off?" I turned and there was Whitney with her arms crossed under her magnificent chest and I sighed when my roommate said "Hello". They met each other and my roommate asked me how I knew Whitney and I just stared at her because now I saw the huge diamond and the wedding ring. Whitney said that I told her how beautiful she was and when she asked me what now I clammed up and panicked. My roommate laughed and said my ex did a number on me and Whitney was lucky I even spoke to her. Whitney stared at me and considered the new information and then she smiled and said it was nice meeting both of us and she pushed her cart and walked off. My roommate reminded me I was an idiot and I mentioned the rings and she said Whitney was clearly interested and I blew it. I huffed and rounded the corner hoping to keep my courage before it faded and there stood Whitney smiling as if waiting for me.

She raised an eyebrow and asked "Well?" I swallowed and she sighed and chuckled and she moved close to me and took my phone off my belt. She blinked and gasped at the sexy picture of Pornstar Brianna Ray I have on my lockscreen and I blushed. She showed it to me and said "Of all the Pornstars, you like Brianna?" I was stunned that she even knew who Brianna Ray was and she smiled and said "This might be fun". She slid my screen up and moved her fingers around and she added herself to my contacts and then she dialed her phone because it rang once then she pressed my screen and then handed me my phone. Whitney smiled and said she wasn't sure that she could make this any easier for me. I asked wasn't she married and she fiddled with her rings and asked "So?"

Damn.

I laughed and she stared at me and asked what was so amusing and I sighed. I told her I never tell anyone this, and it is 100% true. I said maybe 3 or 4 people knew this, but I am a writer, and I have been writing and posting stories for 15, almost 16 years. Whitney waited and looked at me and I said "Erotica, I write erotic stories". She blinked a couple of times and watched someone pass close by us then asked why it was an issue and I said alot of people don't or won't understand and she nodded. I said the hilarious thing is many of my stories are about chance meetings with beautiful, sexy women and this thing never happens in real life, especially to me. She said "We'll come back to that, what kind of stories do you write?" I said for the longest time I wrote solely about tease, exposure, lust and humiliation, but lately I have shifted to seduction and romance. Whitney said "First of all, never tell yourself something can't happen" and she moved close to me and kissed me softly on the lips and then kept her face an inch from mine as if waiting...

I took her face, her head in my hands and kissed her warmly and she opened herself to me, kissed me right there in Walmart near the cereal aisle. The kiss lasted a minute, maybe two, then she stepped back smiling and said "You see?" I said nobody will believe this and she shrugged and asked "Who cares?" Whitney said I needed to stop being so hard on myself, get some confidence, grab the brass ring and... I pulled her to me and kissed her hard and she took a moment then returned the kiss warmly. She stepped back and said "Right, I guess I asked for that" and she sighed and said she would be waiting for me to call or text. I was confused and I told her that and she smiled and asked "Didn't we just talk about this?" I said yes but we also talked about how these things don't happen in real life, especially to me.Whitney exhaled and shook her head slowly. She said if I was trying to talk her out of this I was doing a good job and should probably be quiet now. I know I have used this upcoming phrase in a few of my stories, but it fits here, now, so just go with it.

I took Whitney's hand and looked her in the eye and asked her "Just to be clear, what are we talking about here?" She looked at me like I was a dim child and sighed and said she really hoped I was joking. I blinked and said "Oh...uh..." and she smiled and waited... I said "The dress is amazing, any chance you'll be wearing it?" she smiled and then smirked and said if I found the courage to call or text today, possibly. She let go of my hand and started to walk away and then turned, smiled, and said "Briefly". I was floating on cloud 9, 10 and 11 and couldn't believe my luck and then turned and wished I could crawl in a hole or fall off a cliff. My roommate stood there leaning on the cart and she shook her head slowly and said I was the only person she knew who could screw up my own birthday party. I asked her how long she had been standing there and she asked "Who is Brianna?"

We paid and went to the parking lot and a Jeep literally almost ran us down and the window slid down and Whitney said "Oh didn't see you there". She buzzed the window up and drove off and my usually very talkative older roommate was quiet the entire way home. We unloaded the car and I realized I forgot to get the lettuce and she smiled and said sounded like I got something better. I shrugged and she said if I did what she suspected I was planning to do, she would kick me in the ass. I said "Fine" and texted Whitney "Hey". A long time went by and I sighed suspecting that I was right all along but 20 or so minutes later she texted "Almost didn't reply. Hey? Really?" I replied "Sorry. Would like to see you" and she replied instantly "Me or the dress?" I simply replied "YES". I was standing there waiting for a reply and my phone rang and she asked "Address?" I gave it to her and she said "Huh? I'm pretty close" and hung up. I sat on the porch steps and a 5 or 6 minutes later she screeched up and said "Nice house" and I shrugged and said "Not mine".

I am not lying when she shut off her Jeep, opened her door, looked me in the eyes, and turned to get out. She knew I could see up her dress and her light pink panties and she got out slowly, purposely letting her dress hike way up her thighs. She smiled then said "Whoops" as she pulled it back down and smiled at me as she smoothed it out. Whitney shut her door and leaned against her shiny Jeep and asked "Okay so what's the plan now?" I said I needed to understand the rings, her marriage and she shook her head and I told her I have one rule, I never mess with someone else's woman because it devastated me when it happened to me. Whitney quoted a line from a movie, but at that moment I couldn't recall which one. She said "What are we girlfriends now?" It hit me like a bolt of lightning and I asked her if she liked Denis Leary and she ignored the change of subject and said "Love him, why" I walked over to her and kissed her hard, a long deep kiss,and she responded immediately and held me, pulled me closer.

I said "He said that in "The Ref", "Thomas Crown Affair" and I think even in "Draft Day" and she smiled and said "And a few times in ‘Rescue Me'". We were holding each other and she said "Wow" and I said I was sorry but her dress was amazing. She sighed and said if it turned out I wanted her for her dress she would not be happy. I stepped back and said "The rings?" Whitney sighed and said she was divorced, he was an asshole, she wore the rings because she got hit on all the time. I said "I can believe that" and she said even with my anxiety it didn't stop me and I blinked and said "Uh...". Whitney said sos how me your room or whatever and she opened her door and keyed the ignition and buzzed the windows up. I stepped up behind her and she felt my closeness and she sighed and said ‘Go ahead, you've been dying to do it". I slid my hands over her firm ass through the material of her dress and then firmly squeezed her ass and she smiled and asked "Feel better?" She body blocked me back and shut the door then got a shoulder bag from the back seat and keyed the Jeep locked, took my hand and asked "Shall we?"

My roommate was visibly startled to see Whitney come in and she laughed and coughed at the same time and said "Well, hello". Whitney smiled and said we were just gonna... and my roommate said "Oh don't worry about me" and we went downstairs. I asked Whitney how old she was, I was guessing 35 tops and she said men weren't supposed to ask women that question, then she said 41. What? I said "No way" and she laughed and I said I wasn't trying to flatter her, she didn't look it. She sighed and said some days she felt it, her kids were teenagers. She walked into my room and said my tv was bigger than the entire room and she asked why I still had a Christmas tree up. Before I could answer she asked what was with all the purple and she narrowed her eyes and said "No way?" She wriggled her dress up her hips, showed me her skimpy panties and her amazing body to show me the Baltimore Ravens logo and I gasped. She left her dress hiked up on her waist and kissed me and it was a full on passionate kiss that I usually describe but haven't experienced for a while.

Whitney stepped back and seemed to be considering something and then she asked "Me or the dress?" I said the dress got my attention, but definitely her and she smiled and struggled it up and off. Her body was amazing and she clearly worked out and took care of it, she did NOT look 41. Her bra was a thin pink thing that matched her tiny panties and the straps were thin and lacy and the cups barely contained her chest. She remembered our Talk in Walmart and she asked me how long it has been and I blushed and said "With a woman?" She smiled and said "Both". I said over a year with a woman, and if you subtract those two nights with my ex-wife, than it's actually been 2 years. She said "Huh" and said "And...?" I sighed and said usually once a day but it's not the same. Whitney blushed and said "Tell me about it". Whitney shut my door and said if she stood there much longer and I didn't touch her, she was going home. I kissed her and she pulled at my t-shirt until we parted long enough for her to pull it off and drop it to the floor. We were kissing and she said she figured that between the long time without and my excitement for her we would finish quick but I could relax because she had a couple of hours to hang out.

I was staring at her as if she were someone I had imagined and wrote and she asked "What? You don't like direct?" I said no it was great I just... Whitney sighed and said at this point I had to get with the program, and she poked me and said "This is happening, move the fuck on". That was it, I kissed her furiously and fumbled until I unclasped her bra and she she giggled or laughed and said "Better". Her breasts were amazing and round and perfect and Whitney sighed and said "Yes they're real, and they are way less exciting if you had to carry them around all day". She worked at my jeans and pulled them down and said "How about that" when she saw the bulge in my underwear. She said since I asked her age, how big was I? I said 10 and she laughed and I said "Seriously". She pulled my briefs down and my cock stayed mostly straight up and hard and she said "Wow". Whitney lay on the bed and said "Ok before we do this, I want to be very clear". I slowly peeled her panties down and she was bare, clean shaven, and visibly wet. Whitney said she doesn't normally do this and she was sorry but she's not looking for anything. I stopped with her panties at her ankles and she asked if I understood that very likely today was it.

I let go of her panties and stared at her and she sighed and I said it wasn't what she thought. She kicked and wiggled until her panties fell to the floor and she waited until I told her I was fine with it, I hoped for more, but would be very happy with what she was offering. She said she could call out of the blue and if I called her she might give in and say yes, but for the most part today was it. I told her before I got married I was seeing a girl who wanted that, sometimes a week would go by, other times we were together 4 or 5 nights in a row. Apparently we were done talking and Whitney pulled me atop her and guided me in and I gasped to be inside a real woman for the first time in a year. More importantly, the first woman other than my ex-wife in 19 years. She was warm and tight and very wet and she held my waist as I slid all the way inside her as deeply as I could go. She kissed me warmly and almost constantly as we made love and she was right, A few moments inside her and I was tight, tense and tingling. She said "It's okay. go ahead and we can do it again in a bit." I held off as long as I could, it felt incredible with every stroke, and I crested and explode inside her with a white flash and gasped as I spurted deep inside her sexy body. Whitney kissed my face and neck and held me until I was spent, then she pulled me against her and rubbed my back.

Whitney asked where the bathroom was and I pointed upstairs and she sighed and mumbled "The walk of shame" and I smiled and said that was actually a good movie. She grinned and said "Elizabeth Banks" and I said I rented it and watched it twice, it was good. She looked at me as if seeing me for the first time and smiled, then said "You have to come with me so i'm not completely humiliated". She struggled her sexy yellow dress on without panties or bar and we went upstairs and she whispered "I'm leaking". She went into the bathroom and came out when she was done and she grinned and said "Let's go". She shut my door and asked "You think you could get hard again?" I pulled down my sweats and she said "Damn" and I said "You're that hot". She said she still thought it was the dress I liked and I pushed her on the bed still in the dress, yanked it up her hips and stripped off my sweats. I entered her before she could say a word and she gasped and said "Oh my" as I kissed her passionately and began to stroke deeply into her.

Whitney was panting and she kissed me roughly and she was laughing, growling and panting and clearly excited. I told her my ex was never like her our entire marriage, we had sex, and that was it, no lust, no emotion. Whitney gasped "Dead fuck" and I said "Exactly" as I drove into her. She gasped into my ear that she could get loud and I kissed her and she sighed "I warned you". She began to moan and I kissed her as much as I could but she was thrashing and she gasped "Touch my... play with my..." and I grabbed her breasts and she gasped "Yeah". Whitney let out a long slow moan and I kissed her as she had one Hell of a long and very real orgasm and she literally vibrated beneath me. She shouted "Holy Fuck" and then rammed her mouth against mine and screamed as she came. She shook for a moment and the stretched , gave one last gasp, then collapsed on the bed and I stroked a few more times and then just stopped and held her. She said ‘Holy fuck, I changed my mind, we can do this again". She was struggling to catch her breath she said "Jesus. was your wife an idiot?" I was quiet and she touched my face and said "I'm sorry".

I moved off her and she sat up and exhaled and said she was sorry again and I said the problem was two years after she left, I still had no answers, and I didn't know what if anything from our marriage was real. Whitney said it sounded like she mind fucked me and she said mental abuse is way worse than physical, she didn't care what anyone said. I was staring at her and she said she was a guidance counselor at one of the local schools and I gasped. I said :There were never any teachers as sexy as her when I went to school "and Whitney gasped and said "Oh God, stop, you're making this difficult". She sighed and we snuggled for a while and she said "Damn. Fuck".

Whitney said she was seriously considering letting me talk her into seeing each other but... "Damn". Whitney asked me if I wanted to have sex again before she left and I said yes and she smiled and said she wasn't mad at me, did I understand? I kissed her and said she was literally perfect and she just didn't know it and she sighed and said "Life is so unfair". I kissed her and she lay back and smiled, putting everything aside to enjoy the moment. She led me as we kissed and I was getting hard and she definitely knew it. Whitney whispered that she was struggling with this decision because she didn't have the time for a relationship but I deserved a chance. I leaned up, smiled at her, slipped inside her, and she sighed. I said she had to decide, I had nothing before today and she sighed, a long full body sigh, and said "I know".

I stroked into her and started to speed up because she was just so fucking hot and she kissed me and said "Slow down, enjoy it". I kissed her warmly, a long kiss, and like I describe in some of my stories, I slipped almost out, slowly slid as deep as I could go, eased almost out, then went all the way back in again. Whitney exhaled and said "Jesus who taught you that, fuck". I smiled and said "Shame we won't be..." Whitney gasped "Fine. Yes" I continued to make love to her teasingly and said I didn't want to force her to do anything... Whitney gasped "Shut up and fuck me".

.................................. to be continued ....