I pleaded with her to please let me in. I needed to talk.
She shook her head and said she wasn’t dressed appropriately and that this wasn’t a good idea. She asked that I come back tomorrow at a decent hour and started to close the door.
I begged her with tears in my eyes; begged her to please let me in. I needed someone to talk to.
She again asked that I come back tomorrow and closed the door in my face.
Even with the door closed I begged her to please let me in. Tears were running down my cheeks like the Niagara.
I guess she took pity on me because next thing I know she opened the door again. She apologized, but again told me she couldn’t let me in. Her husband was upstairs asleep and she wasn’t dressed for visitors. I must have looked pathetic, because she hesitantly opened the door wider and told me to come on in, but told me I had to be quiet.
Upon entering the dark foyer, I noticed that she was indeed not dressed properly. The dim light from the study offered enough light for me to make out she was wearing a soft knee-length see-thru nighty, and best I could tell she wasn’t wearing anything underneath.
She ushered me into the study, where she instructed me to sit on the plush love seat. The study was a small room; big enough for a mid-sized desk that housed a desktop, some desk accessories, a side table with a lamp and the love seat. Quite cozy.
Linda sat on the opposite end trying to conceal her nakedness. I was trying to compose myself and trying not to stare so as to not make her uncomfortable. I knew she didn’t like me which only made me a bit more nervous. I honestly don’t know why I ended up here of all places.
She looked at me with wondering eyes and gave me a quizzical look. I’m sure she was wondering what the hell I was doing at her house at this time of night.
I looked at her and stated, “We had a fight. She’s going to leave me.”
She was taken aback by my revelation. I could tell. But she kept her composure.
“She caught me doing something I wasn’t supposed to be doing, and she called me a ‘pig’ and said she didn’t’ want to be married me,” I continued.
She looked at me intently.
“I don’t’ know why I ended up here. I guess I didn’t know where else to go.”
“Well, I’m sorry that you two are going through this rough patch, but there’s nothing I can do for you,” she said very matter of fact.
Her tone, her delivery and her cold words cut me like a knife. I’d shared that my marriage was over. I thought perhaps she could put her dislike for me aside and consider her daughter’s happiness. Her words and her disdain for me infuriated me to the core. I could feel my blood rising when I heard Tony call out, “Honey, are you down in the study? I thought I heard voices.”
The panic-stricken look on her face was priceless. She stood up without modesty and unbeknownst to her, she flashed her pussy. I was surprised! She opened the door slightly hiding behind it much like she’d done earlier with the front door giving me a generous view of her soft hind legs. The nightie did little to conceal her full, round ass. I could see the bottom of her ass cheeks right where her cheeks meet her legs. She must have forgotten she didn’t have panties on, and I could swear I could smell her sex.