Chapter 2
It was about four-thirty in the afternoon and Alicia was busily preparing the table and the food for dinner. Her husband, Fred, and Toni's husband, Jim, were both executives for the same accounting firm. The two young men were rising fast on the executive ladder, and were both doing well. There was an air of friendly rivalry between Jim and Fred, but at heart they were good friends.
Earlier that day, Alicia had called the telephone company to report a malfunction of her phone. In her hurried preparations she had completely forgotten that the repairman would probably arrive any minute. Alicia was walking around the house completely nude, as she often did in the privacy of her home. She had absently-mindedly left the door open, and was now on her way into the living room to adjust the air-conditioner before dressing for dinner.
The telephone repairman was a dark, lanky youth of about twenty two. He stepped out of his truck and noticed that the front door of Alicia's house was open. As he raised his hand to ring the doorbell, his eyes caught swift and amazed sight of Alicia's voluptuous tan form sweeping along the top of the staircase. Alicia did not see him as yet and the young man greedily ran his eyes over Alicia's flesh, for he could not resist what Alicia represented for him, and that was womanhood in the most complete and irresistible form: nudity!
As Alicia reached the foot of the stairs, she stared directly into the eyes of the young man, and there was a brief moment before the startling shock of what was occurring reached her, she studied the face of the young man, almost in curiosity. She saw the look of growing lust in his eyes, and she now realized, that for the first time in her life she was beholding a man who was looking at her as a woman, a man whose secret fantasies were taking him up and down Alicia's naked frame. As he beheld those supple, vernal young thighs, he felt a surge of desire pulse through his loins as he eyed the white, thin outline of Alicia's bikini tan line in stark contrast against her fine, tan skin.
Alicia turned and bolted swiftly up the stairs in sudden and startled embarrassment. The repairman knew that he would have to leave without finishing the call, but he took full advantage of this unexpected pleasure as he forbiddingly watched the agile young muscles in Alicia's naked buttocks carry her rapidly to the top of the stairs. He squinted his eyes as though he were trying to stare directly between the fleshy cleft of her bottom, and he wondered what those well-endowed half-moons would be like as they pumped and writhed in a sexual encounter.
As fast as the vision of naked loveliness had occurred to the repairman, it was gone. He would report the call as no one being home, as it would be rather awkward to try to complete the service call under these conditions. The young man got in his truck and drove off.
Upstairs, Alicia was still in a state of shock; her body, her married loins had just been gazed upon by a total stranger. She told herself that she should not feel any guilt or shame, as she (nor the repairman) had any control over the situation.
But, there was one thing which was bothering her. She had read in a freshman psychology course about obsessive thoughts, how it was normal for the average person to have thoughts which were ordinarily considered forbidden or obscene, and these thoughts would depart as swiftly as they had arrived.
This happily married, middle-class wife kept secretly wondering what would have happened if she had pursued the situation with the repairman. What would it be like to operate completely on a sexual level with a total stranger?
What would it be like to have an unknown lover caressing her skin? What would it be like to feel the lips of a total stranger close around the tight, rubbery, wrinkled flesh of her perfectly formed nipples and tongue them to erect hardness? What thoughts and feelings would run through her mind as he ran his hands over the pert, proud swells of her ass and powerfully opened her ripe, young thighs in preparation for the insertion of his naked penis into the pink folds of her married vagina?
Alicia suddenly found the direction her mind was running and told herself that "nice girls don't think thoughts like that!" It must be the shock of the situation, she said to herself. The best thing to do was to simply forget about it. If she kept thinking about it, that would really make it an obsessive thought. She quickly got dressed and went down to finish dinner.