The garage door opened at the touch of a button and John’s Corvette roared into the garage at speed. Helena hated it when he did that, but he could tell at a glance that she was still out shopping with Mel. Her car was gone. Tori’s car was here. He pulled his clubs out of the ‘Vette and hung them on the wall in their usual place next to the other sets and headed into the house. His calls of hello went unanswered. He pulled a beer out of the refrigerator and checked the rec room and the pool. As he looked across the grass to the river he noted that the ski boat was gone. He smiled. It was a bright beautiful spring day, the last Saturday of the kids’ spring break. They must have taken the boat out with some friends.
He headed back to the refrigerator and pulled out some ham and a loaf of bread. He reached over and popped on the sandwich press to let it heat up. He hated cold sandwiches, but bread barely lasted a couple of days in this climate unless it was kept in the fridge. In minutes he’d added Swiss cheese, mustard, a couple of slices of ham, and had a warm grilled sandwich. He headed for the rec room and turned on a ball game to watch while he ate. Helena and Mel had gone shopping this morning and there was no telling when they would return.
After the ball game, he headed upstairs for a shower. He would be heading for Alpha mid-week and his mind was on the various things that needed to be done while he was there. He was just stepping out of the shower when he heard a voice call, “Hello!”
“You’re back early.” He reached for a bath towel and began drying off.
“Neiman’s had this terrific sale going on, and we found several we liked.” Helena reached into his closet and tossed him his robe. “I narrowed it down to three for me, but you’ll have to tell me which one you like best.”
“Three whats?”
“Evening gowns for that ball next month. Remember? In New York?”
John pulled on the robe and wrapped the towel around his neck and blinked at her. “Next month? Oh, that thing. That’s what you went shopping for?”
Helena rolled her eyes. “Mel and I talked about it last night on the phone for twenty minutes. You were in the same room.”
“Honey, I love your sister. But if I listened to the two of you talk on the phone, I’d start bleeding from the ears. I never listen to your phone conversations.”
“And there was a Mets game on.”
“Yeah, that too.”
Helena smiled. “Anyway. I have three possibilities, and I want your opinion. We went to the same ball last year, so you know what women were wearing then.”
“Well, that’s probably stretching the point,” He walked over and kissed her neck. “But I was there, and I always like to look at you, so when does the fashion show start?”
“In just a few minutes. Go into the bedroom and I’ll be in shortly.”
John walked through the small hallway that connected the bathroom with their bedroom. They each had a huge walk-in closet on either side, and there was a make-up table set into the wall on one side for Helena, with lights all around it. On the other side was a set of three mirrors angled like they do in stores so you could see all sides of yourself. John headed into their large bedroom and settled into the recliner next to the window. There was a big screen TV downstairs in the rec room, and he had a small study on the first floor as well, but when the kids had friends over, it was nice to be able to retreat up here, work on the computer or watch a baseball game in peace. He relaxed in the chair.
“The kids are out skiing?”
“Actually, I saw them at Mel’s when I dropped her off. Tori and Christy were in the pool and Sam and Robbie had parts of the motor to the boat spread all over the dock.”
John rolled his eyes. Give those two boys access to a brand new boat and they immediately take it apart. “Tell me Alan was with them.”
“Up to his elbows in grease showing the two boys what to do.”
“Then at least I’m sure they can put it back together.”
“Mel suggested she order pizza later and we join them.”
“Sounds okay. We don’t have any other plans do we?”
“None,” Helena answered in a sultry voice and stepped out into the bedroom.
She had quickly clipped up her golden hair so that it was off her neck, which always made her look glamorous to him. The deep red dress had sparkling beads sewn into swirls all over it. It had a plunging neckline, and a halter-type strap around the neck. The back was bare to just below the waist. The fabric clung to her to just below the hips, then spread out to a full skirt that swayed pleasingly when she walked.
“You look gorgeous,” he said with all honesty.
“And the dress?” She turned for him so he could take it in from all angles.
“It looks great on you.”
“But...”
“It does!”
“But there’s something about it, I can tell.”
“Well, maybe it’s the color. If you added a bit of white trim it would look like it came from the movie “White Christmas”. Not that that’s bad.”
“But this is a spring function, not a winter one.”
“Maybe you should keep it for that ball we usually go to in Houston in December.” He stood up and moved closer, looking her over carefully. “How does that… I mean, you’re not wearing a bra, or anything.” He ran his hands over her bare back, then moved one hand to her breast.
“Trade secret,” she said, her eyes twinkling.
He put an arm around her waist. “Well, I can just peel you out of this and find out.” He found her a pleasant arm full, and moved his hands over her bare back and underneath the edges of the dress. She put her arms around him and reached up to kiss him. He responded immediately, deepening the kiss, and reaching up to unfasten the clasp at the back of her neck. He slowly pulled back one side, then the other. One hand moved to caress her back, moving even lower than the low back to the dress.
“Look at that,” John said with interest. He stood back a bit and ran a finger around the edge of the bra, top, sides and bottom.
“It’s called a Nu-bra.”
“Well, it’s new to me.”
Helena laughed at his interest in her underwear. “I’m glad to hear that. They’ve been around for a while, but I’ve never owned one.”
“How does that thing stick on?” He asked, placing one finger against the side to try to peel it off.
She grabbed his hand. “Not yet, John.” She reached up and kissed him quickly. “I’ve still got two dresses to go.”
She pushed him back and retreated to the dressing room with a laugh. “I’ll be right back out.”
John settled in the recliner again. This could be fun, he thought, in ways going to the store with her never was.
Very shortly she returned. This time the dress was a dark green. It had spaghetti straps that went over the shoulder, split, and criss-crossed down her back. The neckline was straight across, just above her cleavage, and a sheath of sparkling sheer material flowed over top of the gown to the floor with some kind of prism effect that kept changing from blues to greens to yellows.
“You don’t like this one.”
“I haven’t even said anything!”
“I can tell by the look on your face. What’s wrong with it?”
“The color looks good on you, but… it just doesn’t show off your figure. I like your figure.”
“I’m glad to hear that.”
She turned to let him see the full dress again. “You sure you don’t like it?”
“I didn’t say that, you did.”
“But…”
“It’s probably not going to be my favorite.” He stood up and joined her. The material sparkled and shimmered. It was silky to the touch. He put his hands on her hips. “It hides your hips.” He gave them a slight squeeze and kissed her. “And your waist,” he moved his hands up her body and kissed her again. His hands moved higher, “and even your beautiful, beautiful breasts.” He punctuated the statement with kisses. “Need any help getting this one off?” He fingered the spaghetti straps.
“This one comes off very easily, thank you.”
“Oh? That might be a real plus for this one.” He pulled the straps from her shoulders. He could see now that it would slide from her body with little effort. “Maybe I like this one better.”
Helena caught the dress as it flowed past her hips and noted the speculative look in his eye. She ran her hand along his chest teasing him by pulling his robe apart to move her hand farther down his skin. “One more dress.”
He looked down. “Are you wearing a thong?”
She pulled up the dress and turned away. “Mel talked me into it. She said it was less visible beneath the dresses.
John reached out to pull her back, but she twisted away from him.
Soon she called him from the dressing room. “John, I can’t get this one zipped.
The last dress was worth the wait. It reminded him of the first time he had danced with her. That time the dress had been short and black. This time it was long and flowing and skin tight and black as night. It was strapless, but low enough to show her most attractive cleavage, the neckline accented with silver sparkles.
He stood behind her and zipped her up. She was standing in front of the floor length three-way mirror and he looked over her shoulder at a kaleidoscope of Helenas.
“Oh, yeah,” he growled, taking in the sight before him.
Helena turned this way and that. “You like?”
“Oh, I do like.” He put his hands on her hips and kissed the side of her neck in that spot that always made her shiver. Their reflection spread to infinity before him, and each Helena had that look on her face of sheer pleasure. Then she shifted her weight slightly and he realized the skirt had a slit in it and she was showing him a tantalizing view of bare leg. “Now I like it even better.” He moved his hand down, gathered back the skirt and stroked her inner thigh.
“I think I like this one best too.”
John looked into the mirror and grinned at the myriad of John Koenigs reflected there. They grinned back with equal eagerness. “I think I’m also going to like taking it off you too.”
Without removing his hand from her thigh, he unzipped the dress from behind, and moved his hand around to caress her breast inside the dress. She leaned her head against him and closed her eyes with pleasure. He nibbled at her ear lobe and slowly pulled down the dress far enough to reveal her breasts, and this new bra she was wearing.
Then he moved both hands to her breasts, caressing them gently, then sliding them underneath the bra that seemed to simply cling to her skin. Lucky bra.
She reached behind herself and tugged once to untie his robe. He pressed forward and she moved comfortably against him, skin to skin, feeling the physical exclamation of his arousal and sighing with pleasure. She opened her eyes and watched in the mirror as he moved the skirt down her body to fall into a dark pool around her feet. His fingers teased the black strings and she noticed his eyes moving to appreciate the small black lace that barely hid her blonde hair, then the thong joined the skirt on the floor.
His hands continued to touch all her most arousing spots, until she was nearing her peak. Her breath was coming faster and she gasped out, “John,” moving as if to head toward the bed.
“No,” he commanded. “I want to see you, here, in the mirror.” His fingers probed deeper and he was watching her reflection, her many reflections from all angles.
“Okay,” she whispered, content to lean back and accept his attentions.
He laughed softly. “The house is ours this afternoon, my love. Be loud as you want.”
She gasped as he probed deeper and moaned, louder this time and spread her arms out to either side, grasping the wall. It was as if all the Helenas in the kaleidoscope reached out to hold hands. All the Johns behind all the Helenas grinned in response and quickened the pace.
“John! Oh, John!” Helena writhed beneath his hands and in the reflections around them. She reached her peak loudly and it lasted forever. John swept her in his arms and headed for the bed, hoping he could contain himself long enough to get there.
“I want you inside me!” It was her turn to command him.
He stood her beside the bed, and drew back the covers. She lay down quickly and he was on top her and inside her in a heartbeat. She welcomed him, and wrapped her arms and legs around him. He grinned as he felt the heels of dress sandals she wore against his backside. Then he devoured her, bringing her to another peak and following her over the edge, reveling in her screams of pleasure.
He rolled off of her and smiled as she kicked off her shoes and curled up next to him to catch her breath. They enjoyed the moment of calm and the feel of bare skin against bare skin.
“Helena?”
“Mmm?”
“Call your sister and tell her to keep the kids. There must be more clothes in your closet you can try on so I can undress you.”
She rolled on top of him and laughed. “I’m sure there are.” She reached for the phone.
MJL