Her standing in the community was very important to Jillian because she was constantly trying to shed her middle-class roots and be accepted in the snooty circles in which she now travelled.Her standing in the community was very important to Jillian because she was constantly trying to shed her middle-class roots and be accepted in the snooty circles in which she now travelled. Jillian was very much driven by pride, and her quest for status often caused her to be insensitive and actually derisive of women whom she felt were now socially beneath her. They finished their tea and Louise eventually made her goodbye's and returned home. Jillian saw that she had a couple more hours until her appointment with the hypnotist so she decided to take a leisurely bath before getting ready. She hadn't told Frank about the appointment, partly because she wanted to surprise him (he'd been chiding her about quitting ever since they were married) and also because she didn't want to divulge that she had got the appointment through Louise. Frank tolerated her friendship with Louise, but it was clear he wasn't thrilled by it. Still, as usual, he indulged her by never commenting negatively to her about it. Jillian walked upstairs to her bedroom. There was a beautiful bathroom adjoining the master bedroom with a sunken Jacuzzi tub. She turned it on and set the temperature to the maximum she felt she could tolerate, then went back into the bedroom to remove her clothes. She kicked off her shoes and stripped out of her blouse and skirt. This left her in a bra, panties, black lace garterbelt, and hose. Jillian didn't like pantyhose. She preferred the lustful feel of the garterbelt and the way the clips held the sheer hose at the tops of her thighs. She slipped her shoes back on and then stood in front of her full length mirror. She couldn't help admire her form. She gazed at her reflection as she unclipped and removed her bra. Her hands moved to her nipples and she began massaging them. The massaging quickly turned into twisting and pulling and a small moan escaped her lips. She lowered her hands to the waistband of her French cut panties and slowly lowered them to her ankles. She slipped them off over her shoes and stood up again in front of the mirror. Her right hand went right to her pussy, with its short downy fleece of blonde hair. Her thick pussy lips could be seen right through the fine hairs. Without even realizing it her left hand strayed back to her left nipple. |