Seductively

Now that you are really thinking about the many interactions you have had with Cartwright over the years you start to realise some things. Looking at them now in the light of that kiss and your new found willingness to admit a attraction to him. You realised that the feeling was not one sided, recollections of hand shakes held a bit too long, eye contact that lingered for just a little longer than you would expect. One particular day when he came around the side of the house, looking to borrow a length of garden hose, and found you laid out in a bikini stands out now. The nervous way he had struggled to make eye contact with you or even really look at you, at the time you had thought nothing of it, too deep in your own despair about what you life had become. Now however you start to see what he was thinking.

It might be quite easy to entice him into bed then, you think to yourself.

In your mind's eye you begin to play out how it would go, walking over to his house. Being invited in and offered something to drink. Spilling it on yourself or maybe him and then it would be oh so easy to slide a hand down his trousers and then….

You stop, even in your own mind you cannot imagine yourself ever being that forward. If you could you would have left your husband years ago. Yet the attraction you feel to Cartwright is real and you are sure he feels something for you.

Looking down at your dress you wonder if it might be worthwhile to change into something a bit less sexless. You had been dressed for a day of house cleaning after all. Then you recall the ever watchful eyes of the neighbourhood housewives. The whore next door would not say anything but the rest most certainly would if she wandered over to his house dressed in her evening best at eleven in the morning. Dressing this way would be much safer.