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herself getting wet and suddenly
self-conscious with all the coffee drinkers around. She quickly
took her seat, trying to calm her aroused female flesh. She’d never
had a man get her so aroused with his words and the way he looked
at her. Oh, my god!
     

Chapter 4

    Coffee with Jonah and his sex appeal had left
her feeling aroused in a way she couldn’t remember. While shopping,
her thoughts kept coming back to him and his confident, daring
manner which challenged her feeling of being in control.
    Ever since her divorce she’d vowed that she’d never allow another man to control any aspect of her life.
She’d had enough of that by obeying and catering to every whim of
her ex-husband. And that didn’t work; he still ended up chasing
other skirts.
    But this Jonah guy, produce man, had rattled
her to the core, otherwise why was she selecting new sexy lingerie.
Well, actually, way more than just sexy; downright naughty
sex-wear: see-through half bras, bikini panties that covered a
small portion of her firm hips, and T-back thongs that had almost
no coverage in front for her female treasure. When she’d worn sexy
items for her boyfriend, he’d barely noticed. So why am I buying
this stuff, she thought, certainly not for Roger. She rationalized
she was just treating herself to some fantasy-wear. Nothing would
ever develop between produce guy anyway, she thought. He’s probably
had so many women, and since I clearly discouraged him,
probably hurt his pride, he’ll move on to someone prettier, she
thought.
    She was about to put all the items she’d
picked out back on the shelves, and then one thing kept tantalizing
her curiosity: Why would he slip such a large dildo in my
grocery bag unless he has a cock as big or bigger? No man in his
right mind would give a strange woman a huge dildo and then hope to
please her with a smaller cock. OMG! I’m buying all new sex-wear;
at least I’ll be prepared in case a fantasy becomes real.
    In the afternoon, while she tidied up around
her house, her thoughts were of Jonah. Her body seemed stuck in a
simmering state of arousal and it wasn’t because she had a date
with Roger, her current boyfriend. It had to be Jonah. She kept
thinking of how earthy he looked, as he walked back to their table
in the coffee shop, his jeans riding low on his hips with that
unmistakable male bulge along one inner thigh as if to announce a
bigger surprise. Oh, my, what a package!
    Then Roger called twice undecided about the
plans for the evening. His inability to make even the simplest
decisions drove her out of her mind. Her frustration was growing by
the minute after his third call, cancelling the date. She wondered
why she kept loping along with the relationship. Well, let’s
count the ways…Roger’s such a nice guy, and you haven’t really
shown a serious interest in men since your divorce. Roger’s a
convenient bore. Roger’s safe; a known quantity. But predictable
boredom. Dependable boredom. Yes…that must be it. Dependable.
Boredom. Yeah, and I need to “break-out” from that .
    After Roger’s call cancelling two hours
before their date, Kara decided she’d get dressed anyway and treat
herself out to dinner. She showered, used a little of her
fragrance, then slipped on a matching black lacey half bra and
T-back thong. She admired herself in the mirror. Glad that she kept
herself trim and toned, but maybe could lose another five pounds.
What woman doesn’t want to lose another couple of pounds?
    She decided to go all out, as she pulled on a
pair of thigh-high silk stockings, an above the knee black skirt,
and red silk blouse, both accenting her soft curves. She put on a
pair of three-inch heels and stood, approving of her appearance in
the large wall mirror in her bedroom. Not bad for a woman without a
date for the evening. Her shoulders slumped with disappointment,
but she pulled out a pair of white pearls, hooking them around her
neck. They fell perfectly, hinting at her cleavage.