I grabbed a cold beer out of the fridge, dropped my tie on the kitchen bar and walked out to the pool area. We had just had some work done recently replacing the tinted sliding glass doors with hurricane wind resistant sliding glass doors. They were reputed to withstand flying debris up to 135 miles per hour. Diane and I opted for the clear glass since the pool enclosure already had the shaded screening.
I turned on the music system in the pool area and pulled up a chair and resting my feet on the edge of the pool. The morning newspaper was still on the table where I had left it this morning so I grabbed the sports page and began catching up on the previous days baseball scores.
I guess I was intent with reading the game recaps and didn't hear Diane come home. I heard a set of keys being tapped against the glass doors. I looked back over my shoulder to see Diane standing at the door in her business suit.
She was wearing black high heels with a gray striped skirt topped with a solid gray suit coat. Her hair was fixed in a bun wrapped to the back of her head, with a very conservative amount of make-up. She looked very professional in a sexy kind of way. I smiled at her, setting the paper down as I got out of the chair and headed for the door
I was a couple of steps from the door when Diane reached for the handle as if to open the door for me. Instead, I heard a 'click' as she threw the lock on the door. I gave her a disapproving look motioning for her to unlock the door. She smiled a wicked little smile shaking her head 'No' in response to my request. I gave her my best glaring look and made a more emphatic gesture for her to open the door. She smiled again shaking her head and began to move to the sounds of the music.
She was dancing inside the house while I stood fuming outside on the pool deck. As she gyrated to the music she pulled the hairpin loose from her hair allowing it to fall free. She shook her head which let her hair fall evenly around her shoulders. She was dancing with her eyes closed, her head tilted back slightly as she dug into her purse. She pulled a small lipstick out and began applying red lipstick to her already shiny lips. I was mesmerized watching her apply the bright red tint to her lips.
With her eyes still closed her head began to sway to the music. Diane moved to kick first one shoe off then spun on the bare foot to remove her remaining shoe. I noticed she was wearing stockings which meant she also had a garter belt on underneath her skirt. Her hands started caressing her body over her outfit stroking her shoulders, then over her breasts down to her hips and along her thighs. Her hands moved back up her body stopping at the buttons on her suit. Her body continued to move as she undid the buttons and grabbed the sides of the coat. She turned away from me continuing to move and sway. She opened the front of the coat beginning to turn back to face my direction, closing the front as her front came back into view.
Her eyes were open and sparkled with intensity as she teasingly moved her hands as if to open herself up for my enjoyment. I caught a quick glimpse of her tummy and of her bra meaning she wore no blouse under her suit coat. She danced away from the door a couple of steps, twirling away from my view as she pulled the coat down her shoulders revealing that she wore a strapless bra. Again she turned toward me with her bare shoulders and flashed me as she threw the coat off.
She was wearing a sheer white pushup bra that revealed her small hard nipples through the thin material and her skirt that possible hid a garter belt. A faster song filled the air and Diane increased the pace of her gentle dancing moving her hips in a sinful manner. I looked into her eyes pleading for her to unlock the door only to see her shake her head as she sucked on the tip of her right index finger. She began tracing a line from her lips down the front of her body over her left nipple drawing a straight line across to her right nipple. Her finger continued to trace a line down her right side with my eyes intensely following every twist and turn. When her finger reached the zipper of her skirt she looked up at me, her eyes asking if I wanted her to unzip the dress. Bobbing my head up and down like an idiot I tried to pull the door open in spite of the lock. My eyes went back to her finger as she moved to ease the zipper down. She turned her back to me shaking her hips to loosen the grip of the skirt as she used her arms to accentuate her dancing.
The top of her skirt had barely moved over her hips when she grabbed the sides and sliding the skirt off dropping it to the floor. She had a tiny pair of white panties on along with a white garter belt holding up her sheer white stockings.
One of her favorite Genesis songs came on and suddenly she was lost in the music. For over three minutes she danced with her back to me swaying and moving to the lyrics from Phil Collins. She finally turned around to face me as another slow song came on and she began loosening the garters of her right leg. She grabbed the top of the stocking and began rolling it down her leg. She grabbed one of the café chairs from our kitchen bar by the door and propped up her heel. Her eyes searched for mine as she rolled the stocking over her knee, then leaned into the chair drawing her body close to her foot resting on the chair rung. I caught her eye, but glanced back and forth between her eyes and the actions of her hands. Ever so slowly she pulled the stocking over her heel and then over her toes and threw the stocking towards the glass. Instinctively, I tried to catch the tossed prize only to watch her laugh at my futility as it bounced off the glass.
She repeated the action of placing her left leg on the chair rail but instead of rolling the stocking down her legs, she placed her hands on either side and slid the stocking free grabbing it as it slid free. Taking an end in either hand she twirled and danced around using the stocking as a ribbon, dragging it over and across various parts of her body before tossing it aside. Revealing her back to me once again, Diane reached behind her undoing the clasps on her bra allowing the ends to drop but holding the bra in place with her arms. She turned towards me, careful not to move her arms from her side. She slowed her movements to match the latest sounds of music. She moved her left arm across her breasts and used her right hand to slowly remove the bra. She moved her right hand up to cover her right breast while sliding her left hand over to cover the other recently released breast.
I was resting my head against the glass, having finally realized that opening a locked sliding glass door was nearly impossible without at least some kind of tool.