My nipples had gone hard as thimbles and there was a familiar excitement between my legs. Charley opened his eyes and saw me. He was startled but seem...d to settle back down with resignation. I apologized and left him in privacy. It occurred to me that he had left his door open. I guess we have become so accustomed to each other that ... well, I don't know.The scene haunted me that night and I had trouble sleeping. Finally I decided that nothing would bring sleep without an orgasm to take away. My makeup was a bit more casual this morning, with pink lip gloss andbeige eye shadow instead of my evening red and black. Then it was backto the closet to decide what to wear for a day on one of the greatshopping streets in the world. I settled on my black pencil skirt, mypink blouse with a bow, and my gray blazer. My skirt was a littletight, so I started with my black body briefer and sheer blackpantyhose. Standing in front of the mirror, tying my bow in my stockingfeet, I felt every inch. Mrs Smith had not invited Mary on this trip, I’m sure she knew we where having an affair. She was very friendly to me as all the Ladies got into the Limo, I watched as each one showed there stocking tops as they climbed inside. The bar was fully stocked just how Mrs Smith had asked the pick nik basket was loaded and I watched Mrs Smith get in last and had the best view of her stocking even seeing her matching panties and suspenders, They where a burgandy red colour to match her dress and hat,. ‘You just sit right here and prepare to be amazed by my skill.’ ‘Okay, so omelets?’ she guessed. ‘Egg pie!’ Her nose wrinkled a bit before she faked enthusiasm. ‘You don’t like it?’ I asked. ‘I don’t think I know what it is. I’m sorry.’ I explained about it being quiche and then explained what quiche was. She burst into giggles over my dad claiming pie was the manlier way. I teased her how I was going to teach her about all the finer things in life, egg pies and how to completely mangle an.