Chapter 42, The Birds Sing Approval
It was a long wait but actually a little less than 2 weeks when he called. I agreed to pick up the dishes 2 days later at 10 AM, not wanting to appear too eager and diminish my value. I also needed time to shop for my packaging. A 10 AM arrival allowed me to see the kids off to school, get wrapped, drive to and fro, load and unload dishes, get unwrapped and have enough potter play time if things worked out before they kids got home. All neat and tuck with my secret shadow in charge.
Erica shopped with me for my packaging.
She advised he was already hooked on the bait he’d seen and to stick to hot
pants or short shorts with cheeks showing. I ruled out hot pants. Clothes can disrupt
in a rush to take them off. I choose a mini skirt and reasoned.
If things go slow, bend over to speed it up, if things go
fast just lift the skirt’s hem up.
I searched for underwear and finally found a light blue sheer bra with matching panty which matched the color of the pattern on the dishes selected.
I selected a pale red flared mini skirt for potential flash and fast, borrowed one of Erica's ruffled silk see through blouses and kept to the pumps worn at the Art Fair.
packing the kids off to school, showering, putting on my outfit and makeup
“Hi, I’m packaged and ready to go. Wish me luck.”
“You excited? I’m envious. He’s a fox; wish he’d sniff my hole.”
“Well, I’m more nervous than excited. Can you call at 3 to check up and see I’m back okay?”
“Only if you give me the nasty details and wear my blouse while you do it."
”Well, I’m a bit scared. I’ll see
what happens. It’s okay if nothing does. Please call at 3. I’m off, bye.”
In the prior 2 weeks I learned a bit
about ceramics and purchased a French Limoges, heart shaped, porcelain pill box
with red and gold hand painted detail. I squeezed in the two left over condoms
from my county bar hop and placed a check for the unpaid balance top. Worried
about looking too forward I wore a light nylon jacket I could zip up or down to
reveal as much of the blouse camouflaged as the situation needed.
As before, he was before waiting on
the porch at the end of the driveway and walked to my car to greet me but I was
out before he reached it with jacket zipped up. We walked to his house where he
had the dishes set up on the dining room table so I could examine them as a place
setting. We stood at opposite sides of the table to admire the dishes.
In the center was the bowl we made.
Unlike the other pieces it had blue stylized flowers his artist friend applied.
I slowly unzipped my jacket so he
could see my bra beneath the silk see through blouse, picked up the bowl and
cupped it in my hands, my thumbs on the inside as if again turning it on the
“It feels sensuous. I remember our embrace making it.”
He walked around the table, stood behind me, reached around and intertwined our fingers on the bowl. I leaned back and turned the nape of my neck against his chin. He could smell my perfume as he bent over and kissed the nape of my neck.
I set the bowl on the table, turned
around brushing my breast against him but then inched back. Unsure of possibly
moving too quickly he stepped back too. I took the porcelain pill box from my
purse and set it on the table next to the bowl.
"Your payment's inside."
He reached down, picked it up and looked at it
closely as he held in the palm of his hand. As a potter he appreciated its