I rang the doorbell twice and there was still no answer. I was about to turn and walk away when I saw her coming through the frosted glass door window. I could barely make out the figure, but when I saw the long blonde hair and what looked like little gray dress, I figured it was Mrs. Simon. Sure enough, the door opened and there she stood. “Oh, hi Monica. Ashley’s at her grandma’s today.” I honestly don’t know how long passed from the time the words hit my ears and I finally responded. My eyes were far too busy. There stood Ashley’s mom, almost 6 feet tall in those black shiny heels, black sheer nylons and short tight dress. I was just wearing tennies with my jean shorts and white T-shirt, so I was literally at eye level with her beautiful, round, breasts as they protruded out from her frame and out the top of that tight dress. Little pearl earrings, perfect, golden long strands, and as always, perfect makeup and pretty green eyes. “Wow, Mrs. Simon. You look amazing,” I said. She just smiled and laughed a little, turning a bit on her heels and grabbing at the hemline of her dress. “Thank you, sweetie. Mr. Simon was supposed to be home from work early tonight to take me to dinner, but he’s working late, so looks like I got all dressed up for nothing.” “Oh, no, I am sorry. He’s really missing out.” Mrs. Simon chuckled a little. “Well, sweetie, I’m going to go change into something more comfortable and heat up some left overs. I’ll tell Ashley you came by.” “Um,” I said, looking towards the ground, “I don’t have any dinner plans.” Mrs. Simon looked at me, a bit puzzled, but I could also see her thinking. Did she get what I said? “Hmmmm, well, I do still have the reservation, and Ashley is spending the night at her grandmother’s house, so I really don’t have anything to do at all but sit and wait for my husband to get home. You know what, let’s do it. Why not?” Mrs. Simon’s smile then subsided a bit. “Oh, Monica, you’ll have to run home and change, though. It’s kind of a formal place.” “That’s OK,” I said, smiling, “Ashley and I wear the same size and I am sure she wouldn’t mind if I borrowed something. She probably even has some of my stuff she’s borrowed up in her room right now.” Mrs. Simon nodded and then motioned for me to come inside. “Well, you know the way. We’ll go as soon as you’re ready.” I smiled, walked in, and quickly made my way up the stairs to Ashley’s room. I couldn’t believe my luck – everything seemed to have worked out as I planned. Of course, I knew Ashley was at her grandma’s for the night, and of course, I knew her stupid dad was going to break the dinner plans Ashley told me he was making with her mom to work late and bang that bimbo secretary of his. I just didn’t think it was going to be this easy for me to convince Ashley’s mom to take me to dinner instead! As soon as I got into Ashley’s room, I went straight for the good stuff – The white strappy platforms, white lace-top stay-up stockings, tiny white lace thong and pretty push-up demi bra with satin shoulder straps that Ashley hid from her mom in a box under her bed. I then grabbed the white cotton tight little halter dress with white lace-covered cut-outs at the sides of the waist and keyhole open back that I had leant Ashley to wear for her stupid boyfriend last weekend when her parents were out of town, and of course, dove into spoiled little Ashley’s Mac makeup drawer in her bathroom. I got dressed as quickly as I could, applied my makeup, teased up my hair, then topped it all off with a big white bow in my hair that I just happened to have in the pocket of my jean shorts that day for some reason. All done up, I took one last chance in front of Ashley’s bathroom mirror to check myself and then smirked at myself as I thought of something. I reached behind my neck, undid the two buttons that held the dress around my neck and let it fall down around my waist, exposing the entire top half of my body and Ashley’s pretty little white lace bra that her mom didn’t even know she had. Perfect! I headed down the stairs. “Mrs. Simon, I need your help!” I called out. She turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs and looked up at me with the surprised look on her face that I was hoping for. I watched her eyes carefully and saw her checking me out from head to toe just as I had seen her do two weekends ago when I got out of the pool in her backyard to go in and use the bathroom. “I can’t fasten the halter around my neck. Can you help me?” She didn’t say a word, just watched me walk down stair after stair, one stair at a time, carefully in the big white strappy platforms. When I reached the bottom of the stairs, she took a step back and I stopped just inches from her, our eyes now level thanks to Ashley’s slutty shoes. Mrs. Simon breathed out, jarring herself from the little trance I knew I had just put her in, walking down her stairs with the top half of my dress down around my waist. I reached up with one of my hands and gently rubbed the white satin strap of the pretty little white bra. “Do you think it’s tacky if the straps show?” Mrs. Simon’s gaze was locked on my eyes. She looked out the corner of her eye at my hand rubbing the bra strap. I bit my bottom lip and gave her the most perfect helpless little girl look I could muster. “Yes,” she said finally. “You don’t want the straps showing with a dress like that. I am sure Ashley has a strapless…” By the time she could finish saying it, I reached behind my back, undid the clasp, pulled the bra straps off my shoulders, and let the bra fall to the floor with my right hand, my eyes never leaving Mrs. Simon’s stare. Finally after a couple seconds, Mrs. Simon looked down at my breasts. I then lifted my right hand up and gently rubbed my long, French-manicured index finger’s nail in a circle around my nipple and said, “Why don’t we just skip dinner, Mrs. Simon…”
