Anita heard her name called in a loud whisper from Tina’s room. It could only be Dr Sandra. She looked around and the door partially opened. Rays of morning sunlight brightened the hallway. Again, the voice whispered,
“Anita, can I borrow you for a few minutes, please?”
Anita took a glancing look towards her own bedroom where number Seven was still sleeping soundly in his cot. She then tried to hear what was going on upstairs where the twins and Tina were still happily playing. Number Two was out. She was sure he was down at one of the cottages for band practice and Junior was undoubtedly in the laboratory with his father. The house animals had both been fed so that task had been completed. The outdoor animals, the chickens and geese were fed later and really was the job for the Twins. But as usual, like all tasks, it fell to Anita to complete.
All was calm so Anita felt she could attend to the whisperer’s request. She moved closer to the door.
“Everything ok?” Anita asked as the sunlight caused Anita to squint not yet able to fully see Dr Sandra.
“Can I please ask a very delicate question?”
Dr Sandra asked in a low voice as she moved back into the bedroom inviting Anita through the door.
Anita noted Dr Sandra wasn’t dressed yet. She was wearing a light grey, short, silk robe that barely covered her pristine body. She noted how her pert breasts pushed out from the delicate fabric. Anita’s breasts were like those seven children ago. She couldn’t help but be resentful of those firm mounds. They were yet another perfect feature of Dr Sandra. Of course, the doctor would have perfect breasts and assumed she wouldn’t have the stretch marks and caesarean scars as only Anita was the fully functioning female breeder.
All this she took in as the whisperer beckoned her into Tina’s bedroom.
Reluctantly, Anita stepped through. There was a smell of a familiar scent. What was it she thought? She looked around her daughter’s bedroom and noted a bottle of perfume she knew wasn’t Tina’s so must belong to Dr Sandra. It was the same one that Christopher liked Anita to wear on those special occasions which they both knew would lead to sex later that night. So, Anita felt yet another pang of resentment or was it jealousy? Why did she have the same perfume? Was it just a coincidence?
All these thoughts were rushing through Anita’s mind when Dr Sandra leaned forward over the bed with her back to Anita to pat a selected spot on the bed.
“You can sit here for a moment while I explain my problem.”
Anita again was taken aback as when Dr Sandra leaned forward her robe had risen over her peachy cheeks to reveal she was not wearing any underwear. It was now clear that perfect body was just barely covered by the expensive silk robe that hung seductively over her shoulders.
Feeling very self-conscious Anita repeated
“What can I do for you? How can I help?”
Dr Sandra sat down next to her and looked directly at Anita. Anita tried to look directly at Dr Sandra, but the robe opened slightly as she was making herself more comfortable on the bed and Anita found her attention drawn to the pale, feint suntan line fading over that firm breast barely covered by the robe.Trying to ignore the perfectly shaped mound with suntanned line Anita held the Dr’s gaze as Dr Sandra started to explain.
“When I was packing, I was doing so very quickly and was only expecting to stay a few days. I wasn’t expecting to be here this long and, in my haste, I didn’t pack enough underwear and furthermore packed these instead.”
From behind her back, she produced a pearl g string. She held it up for Anita to see in its full glory. At first Anita thought it was a necklace and was wondering how you could mix up knickers with necklaces. Then it dawned on her exactly what it was and was genuinely shocked.
“Oh…OH!
Dr Sandra watched Anita’s reaction with amusement.
“They are so uncomfortable, aren’t they? Well. for every day wear I mean” Dr Sandra laughed as she carried on.
“… and I can hardly go down to Christopher’s laboratory with three handsome men working there and with the pearls teasing me… if you know what I mean … “
She paused, trying to hold back a giggle, conscious that Anita was hiding a sense of shock, then continued
“… so, I was wondering two things. May I wash my underwear and hang them up to dry and in the meantime could you possibly lend me a pair of panties until mine are washed?”
Anita, still a bit stunned, stumbled over her words.
“Yes, yes of course. I have some new ones I always have in case we go somewhere special. New knickers make me feel good. But they are not fancy, just new.”
“Oh, they don’t have to be fancy, just clean.”
With that Dr Sandra stood up right in front of Anita, so close she could feel the silk of her gown brush against her cheek.
“I hope I’m not out staying my welcome. I think you have the most wonderful family. Christopher is so lucky to have you. I always knew you would be special from the way he spoke about you.”
She moved away.
“Shall I come with you, or should I wait here?”
Getting up from the bed Anita was surprised to hear that Christopher spoke about her. It put a smile on her face.
Yet still at the back of her mind she resented the perfect woman who was a constant feature in her marriage to Christopher.
“I’ll bring you a couple of pairs”.
Then mocking the perfect doctor for the first time,
“We can’t have you running around like that with so many males in this house.”
Dr Sandra smirked and as she swung around allowing the belt holding the gown together untie itself and Dr Sandra stood in front of Anita revealing her perfect naked body.
“Oh! Excuse me” a shocked Anita blurted out as she brushed past the smiling near naked doctor.
“I’ll be back with some pants for you”.
“See you later sweetie,” she did not do anything to cover her body which left Anita a little flustered and as for calling her “sweetie” that felt so patronising.
Anita thought about their verbal exchange as she went in search of those new knickers she had stashed away. What woman goes away without checking they had enough knickers and spares? But at least Christopher mentioned her over the years. That was something she always worried about. Anita thought maybe Christopher would be in denial about having a partner and baby back home.
This was the first time of meeting the infamous Dr Sandra. She was quite a woman with a body Anita remembered she had 18 years ago. A body Christopher couldn’t get enough of. He must have noticed how attractive Dr Sandra was and all his friends had also thought so too. Yet there was something about her Anita couldn’t quite put her finger on but that didn’t stop her being envious of that body and having seen it naked couldn’t get the image out of her mind.
Perfect breasts, perfect face and two sets of perfect lips.
She thought about those lips … why couldn’t she stop thinking about those tightly closed, perfect lips.
All of a sudden Anita felt a deep desire to rush to Christopher and beg him to have sex with her. She wanted him. She wanted him to look at her the way Anita had been shocked to see Dr Sandra in her glory. Anita wanted Christopher’s hungry eyes on her like the first time he saw her naked body. She wanted his gentle kisses from lips to lips and feel his hot breath on her inner thighs. She wanted his tongue to twist and turn as he worked on her, her hands grasping whatever they could as fires of ecstasy scorched through her once perfect body.
“Damn it, Chris! Make me scream with ecstasy.”
her head was spinning and her words nearly came out in the confusion.
“Oh, Christopher why did you have Dr Dan and Junior with you? Damn you! Damn you all.”
Calming down Anita returned to the issue of her knickers but what could she do once she had found those new pants and given them to Dr Sandra? How was Anita going to manage her insecurities that the perfect doctor brought out in Anita? And what about all the devotees of the perfect Dr Sandra Weiss. How could Anita express that feeling that something was not as Dr Sandra portrayed? What was she hiding?
Anita thought she knew the answer.