Diane Revealed

Every morning, John walked his small dog, Teddy, on the pedestrianike trail that ran north and south two blocks from his home. He had been a widower, now, for three years. He looked forward to meeting some of the regulars on the trail, and Teddy wanted to greet everybody who walked by.

A neighbor, Cathy, an attractive blonde in her 60s, took the responsibility of buying and placing dog poop dispensers along the trail, although she hadn't a dog when she began. About two years ago, she got a Shih-TzuBichon cross like Teddy. Pretty soon, she got another. Another neighbor and friend of Cathy, Diane, who was about Cathy's age, walked with her and brought her big, friendly white Labrador retriever along.

The morning began happily for John and Teddy whenever they met the two cheerful, friendly women and their dogs. Cathy also carried dog treats. On meeting John and Teddy, she handed out treats to all four dogs. They would talk for several minutes, and often John would walk their way.

Cathy wore shorts as long as the temperature was above about 60F; she had good legs. John wore shorts until the temperature went below 70. Diane seldom wore shorts, although she was a pretty and shapely woman with long, dark brown hair. The thin metal of her "granny glasses" did little to obscure her face. John saw her in shorts once, and she had nice legs. Often, Diane would charm John by smiling at him and asking him questions. Sometimes, she even touched him. He wanted to take her to bed.

Yesterday, Diane asked John if he had any house plants.

"Only about 45 or 50!"

"Really? What kinds?"

"Many philodendrons, three Monsteras, several Aglaonemas, three African violets, some pothos, a big Bird of Paradise, two hoyas, and a planter of little cacti. My newest is a Homalonema camouflage."

"Wow, I'd like to see them! What's your last name, so I can find you on Facebook?"

Knowing that she was conservative in politics, he would have to put her name in his "Except" friends to avoid sharing his many political posts. Later, he remembered that he should have spelled his name for her, because his was not the usual spelling. He wrote a note with his name, home address and email to carry on his next walk. When they met next and he gave her the note, Diane exclaimed,

"That's why my search didn't find you! Thank you! You live just a few blocks from the trail."

"You're very welcome to visit, if you want to see my collection of house plants! Just send me an email."

After John and Teddy parted from the two women, they walked first to Diane's house. Then Cathy would walk back to her house.

"Diane, I think John fancies you."

"No, really, me a married woman and grandma?"

"You're still pretty and have a good figure. I bet he'd like to see you in shorts. When you talk to John, you draw him out and turn on the charm."

"Do I? I just think he's interesting and talks intelligently."

"He's older than we are, but that doesn't mean he's harmless. I like him a lot, too, and I wouldn't mind a tour of his house plants myself. He is probably lonely and relies on Teddy for company, especially since Judy replaced him with a boyfriend."

By herself, Diane realized that she was flattered by John's attention. Her marriage was dull. It wouldn't hurt to visit and see his collection of house plants. It's not as if he wanted to show her his etchings and then a lot more! She felt a naughty impulse to wear shorts.

On Facebook, John found a friend request from Diane and confirmed it. He visited her site and found only one photo of her, which was taken more than ten years ago! "She looks better in person now than in that photo!" John thought. Did she not know that she is still pretty of face and shapely of figure? By emails, they made a date for her to visit John the next afternoon. Her husband seldom asked her what she had been doing, so she didn't mention her "date." When the afternoon arrived, Arthur had gone off to do "man stuff," apparently.

Diane wondered what had come over her, as she searched her closet and picked out a dress with a floral pattern, no sleeves, a rather low neckline, and a rather high hemline! Besides, it clung to her curves. She hadn't worn it in years. She combed her hair out and let it down over her back and shoulders. She admired herself in the full-length mirror in the bedroom. She did have good legs! She looked sexy but needed affirmation. It was partly attitude, which she lacked. Could she summon enough attitude for trying out her sex appeal? Although the distance was merely about five blocks, and the spring day was a sunny 75F, she decided discreetly to drive.

As she parked in John's driveway, she felt uneasy in her belly. While her dress wasn't as short as shorts, as she sat in the car, the hem of her dress retreated alarmingly halfway up her thighs! She admired the bare skin of her seemingly shapely thighs. The thought of sitting in front of John gave her a thrill. She imagined him seeing her legs as she got out of her car!

Diane walked up the steps to the front deck with some trepidation. She glanced quickly around for witnesses, but John apparently was also an avid outdoor gardener and had surrounded the front yard with shrubs and small trees. Ringing the doorbell brought a bark from Teddy. John answered. He wore a colorful woven short-sleeved shirt and shorts. For a man, he had attractive legs, with strong, muscular calves. She disliked men wearing shorts with spindly lower legs.

"Diane, this is a treat! You look lovely!"

He touched his hand to her back, but the fabric of her dress was between them.

"Down, Teddy! You'll scratch Diane's beautiful legs!"

"You think my legs are beautiful?"

"It's too bad you say you aren't a shorts person, like Cathy, but I'm glad you are a dress person."

"Well, thank you! Maybe I will wear shorts more often"

Diane was already glad that she had come.

"You have a lot of outdoor plants! It's a beautiful front yard!"

"Thank you. I have planted a lot. The arborvitae close to the house, and the big trees were already here, of course."

"You weren't kidding! You have almost a jungle by those dining room windows overlooking your backyard!"

"That whole length of the house faces south, so the only concern is not to let the plants get burned."

Diane, having only a few house plants, was impressed not only by the profusion of John's plants but also by his ability to state their scientific names, most of which went in one of her ears and out the other. Even the windows that faced north had large, thriving plants, which John called Aglaonemas.

In the left south corner stood a wrought iron stand close to the window with several shelves of plants, including a Christmas cactus and a trailing hoya. Just behind, were two big Monstera deliciosas on the floor. In the middle was a big wooden outdoor planter that John was using not to hold soil but potted plants. A Phaelanopsis orchid bloomed red. A huge Philodendron Congo rojo dominated. A shelf underneath held the pot of small cacti and failing philodendrons. The back door was graced by a long Pothos Silver Satin vine. A comfy-looking brown futon with a big, brown pillow like a cushion at each end faced the plants.

The far corner of the kitchen had a window with another wrought iron stand having several shelves. There was a lime pothos on top trailing down and a hoya vine. Lower, were several young plants. Even the bathroom with its south-facing window, contained a few plants, a Global Green pothos and a gorgeous Homalonema camouflage.

The bedroom turned study had south and west windows. A ZZ plant and an Aspidistra stood by the west window. A Philodendron McColley's Finale, an Aglaonema "Lady Valentine" and an orchid past its blooming stood in front of the south window. The tour wasn't over. The finished basement contained a few plants in front of big windows that had deep window wells.

"It's about time that I hoisted that big Bird of Paradise and put it on the front deck. It's warm enough for the hibiscus to go there, too."

John motioned for Diane to go first up the stairs. Halfway up, it dawned on her that he wanted to look up her skirt; she hoped he didn't think her ass was too big!

He offered her a glass of chilled chardonnay and led her to sit on the futon. The wine was refreshing. John had violated the rules by filling her 18 oz glass half, instead of one-third full. She pretended not to notice that the skirt of her dress had risen halfway up her thighs! Trying to pull the hem down would be futile and emphasize the aura of sex. Before John returned to the kitchen to pour his glass of wine, he pulled out his cell phone and took a photo over her shoulder of her cleavage and luscious thighs. When he brought his wine, John sat near her. He leaned toward her neck and inhaled.

"What is that heady perfume?"

"Oh, it's called Desire."

Diane felt that she was blushing. Did she look flushed? Could she blush at her age?"

"I greatly appreciate your visit!"

Diane had noticed photos of John and his wife on the walls of the living room, one in the study and a photo of her young on the wall of the kitchen.

"How long were you married?"

"Forty-eight years."

"That's impressive! When did your wife die?"

"Three years ago."

"You must miss her a lot!"

"Yes! It's difficult to get used to living alone. I especially miss the touching, which is common among widowers. I haven't kissed a woman since she died. I have some women friends, but they aren't demonstrative."

Diane crossed her legs toward him and gazed into his eyes. She stepped out of character into her fantasized self.

"I guess I can spare a kiss, if you like."

"I'd like very much!"

They leaned toward each other. As they kissed, John grasped her bare shoulders and caressed her bare arms, giving her shivers of pleasure. He accidentally on purpose brushed her left thigh as his hand left her arm. She nearly jumped. By the time she had finished the wine, Diane could feel it, a physical languor and an emotional headiness.

"I guess I'd better get home."

John helped her up. At the doorway, he said,

"If I ask, women friends will allow me a hug."

Diane turned from the door toward him. John embraced her, pressing their bodies together. She knew he could feel her large breasts through his thin shirt. She was about to drop her arms when he kissed her, and they renewed their embrace. She could feel her nipples rise and tingle while his penis hardened against her belly! He was not only hungry for love but also sex-starved!

"Well, this had been quite a visit! I guess I've thanked you sufficiently for your hospitality."

"You've given me the most exciting experience I've had in many years! I'll probably dream about you."

"I shudder to think what you would do with me in your dreams!"

John did follow Diane around her car to watch her get into it. Feeling an urge to show off, she entered her car slowly and sat with her door open while he prolonged chatting to ogle her legs. That he knew she knew he was ogling her legs and she was letting him look made her pussy moisten. She admitted to herself that John had given her one of the most exciting experiences she had had in years, as well. If she ever entered his lair again, she would be inviting him to make love to her again. No such good deed goes unravished.

"That's probably the end of that!" John said to himself.

"I will have to content myself with a photo of her looking so sexy to ignite fantasies!"

That night, he eagerly transferred the photo to his PC. The 27" screen of his monitor utilized the high resolution for a big, breath-taking picture: the top third of her tits was exposed, and, with her legs crossed left to right, her left thigh was bare almost to her hip. He looked at her picture, remembered kissing and embracing her, imagined what more he'd like to do to her, and masturbated.

When Diane got home, she was still trembling with excitement. She felt so good in the dress that she decided to keep it on. When her husband Arthur came home, he smelled of fish and went back outside to clean them. He slapped the fillets on the kitchen counter for Diane to fry or package and went into the bathroom to wash.

When he returned, he observed,

"You're wearing a dress. I guess you want to go out to eat. Fish are best eaten fresh, though."

"I would enjoy dining out, but I wasn't expecting it. I just felt like wearing this dress."

"Well, it looks pretty, babe! Fishing sure made me hungry!"

He patted her ass and dug a can of beer from the refrigerator. She dodged the spray as he opened it. Then he sought his recliner in front of the TV for the evening news. She waited for the usual announcement.

"Bur-r-r-r-p!"

Diane couldn't help comparing Arthur, with his beer gut and limited conversation, to John, who drank wine, looked slim and made intelligent, educated and articulate conversation. His vocabulary wowed her, and she wished that she could remember words new to her long enough to look them up when she got home. She wanted still to meet him on walks, but she mustn't flirt or turn on her charm. She hadn't realized how much charm she could exert, or how much sex appeal she could make, until John's responses.

From that day on, however, Diane wore shorts for walks. After all, Cathy was married and always wore them. Diane's legs were just as pretty. When they met John, the initial embarrassment dissipated, and she basked under his admiration.

Cathy said, "John certainly enjoys meeting us, but he lights up when he looks at you. You seem to reflect that light back to him. You've started wearing shorts to show your attractive legs, and clothes that fit your figure, a good figure."

"Don't exaggerate our mutual attraction. He's interesting, intelligent, knowledgeable and has a good sense of humor."

"I agree, and he affects you like a tonic. You smile and radiate charm. He seems to bring out the best in you. You affect him like a tonic, too."

"For ten minutes of company?"

"It's better than nothing for a lonely, aging man to start his day. I don't understand why some smart woman hasn't grabbed him or why Judy let him go."

"I'm trying not to turn on my charm for him."

"Let him take that glow home with him. We often don't meet."

Diane fantasized about John. Maybe it would be safe just to visit him in his yard, once in a while. One warm June afternoon, she decided just to walk over unannounced. If he were out in his yard, they could visit. If he were not, she would walk on by. Leave it to Providence. She decided that Cathy's shorts were not short enough to do justice to her legs. She bought a pair that reached mid-thigh.

John was not in his front yard. She walked around to the gate on the west that opened into the backyard. He was weeding a flower bed. He wore the usual loose, woven short-sleeved shirt. His shorts had hiked halfway up his muscular thighs.

"Hi, John! Would you like some help?"

He beamed.

"Would I! I hate weeding, so they usually get away from me. I'll get you a pair of gloves and my spare kneeling pad."

When they knelt to weed, Diane glanced at John's legs while he ogled hers. The legs of her shorts rode about two-thirds of the way up her lovely thighs, but one doesn't normally think about sex while gardening! Her loose blouse gaped, and her heavy breasts nearly escaped her bra. She guessed that she would be disappointed, even offended, if he did not look at the ripe fruit dangling before his eyes and within his reach.

When they finished that plot, they sat on the grass chatting. Diane amused herself and John by continually shifting position to show him her legs from every angle. The bulge in his crotch seemed to have grown bigger than when she first checked. She was playing with fire! He might ravish her right on the lawn, and she would be too embarrassed to resist and get public attention. She got up on her hands and knees. Oh-oh! Now he had a good view of her dangling breasts straining her rather inadequate bra!

They stood. John thanked her for the visit and embraced her. She could feel her breasts pressing his chest and his erection pressing her belly.

"Studies show that a hug should last at least 20 seconds for maximum benefits!"

Diane submitted for what seemed double that time. She was becoming aroused. She looked up at him, and he kissed her again, arousing her further. Then he released her.

"Forgive me for taking such pleasure in you! I release you, hoping I haven't scared you away!"

"I'm flattered and partly to blame, because I enjoyed what you did, but I'm married. You need a woman who can give herself to you."

"Meanwhile, I hope you will occasionally visit me and permit a hug and a kiss."

"Can you control your desires? Can I control mine? It would be easier, if you were the only one who were tempted. You made me acutely aware of my figure. Now, I'm dressing to show it and giving you a private showing!"

Every Thursday night, Arthur bowled in a league. Diane had accompanied him once, but most of the wives were elsewhere. She saw two apparently unattached women drinking and talking at a table while they watched the bowlers. Usually, Arthur would not come home from bowling night until the bars had closed. So far, he hadn't been stopped for driving under the influence. Perhaps bar owners had a tacit agreement with authorities. Most customers were local and not driving at highway speeds but at 25 or 30 miles an hour.

Diane was always in bed and usually asleep when Arthur returned, past 1 a.m.. She awoke when she felt Arthur get into bed. Feeling sexy after John had stimulated her, she reached for Arthur's penis and tried to coax it erect.

"Want some, Art?"

"Rain check, babe. Hoisting and bowling those 16-pound balls tired me out!"

"That and hoisting how many beers?"

"Aw, it's just one night a week!"

Art's penis felt damp. She sniffed her fingers and smelled sex! Under the cigarette smoke, Art smelled of strange perfume. Her body went rigid. Her mind raced. Soon Art was snoring. She got up, poured herself a jigger of rum, took a sleeping pill, and returned to bed.

When she awoke the next morning, Diane lay considering what to do. Should she confront him? Where would that end? Their marriage had lasted for 42 years, three children and five grandchildren. She said nothing while they had breakfast. Art was only semi-retired; he worked as a handyman and left after breakfast on a job.

On her way to walk the trail with Cathy and their dogs, Diane decided to preserve the marriage but take revenge. She hoped that they would meet John and Teddy. He searched her face for his current status with her. She smiled warmly. He seemed to sigh with relief. Back home, she searched her closet for a short skirt and decided that none were short enough to entertain John. She went shopping and found a pretty floral print with a blue background. She tried it on, turned around to make sure that it was just tight enough and approved its length at mid-thigh.

Back home, she scoured her closet again for a sexy blouse. She found a light blue sleeveless one with an elastic neckline that showed a little cleavage and would easily stretch to accommodate his hand. She shivered at the naughty thought! She got into her car and went on her manhunt. When John opened his front door, he exclaimed,

"You look smashing! Please enter!"

"I think I look sexy."

"Oh, definitely! I was afraid I'd scared you off."

"Is it too early for a cold glass of wine?"

"This is a special occasion. Again, he poured 9 oz of wine into her glass but only 6 into his own."

They sat on the futon, almost touching. John didn't want to "look a gift horse in the mouth" or compare Diane with one, but he was intrigued.

"Again, you gave me a lot more wine than you gave yourself. You're trying to get me drunk and seduce me!"