The clothes were strewn across the bed. Oh God, why have I got nothing
decent to wear? Everything that looks good doesn’t fit, and
everything that fits makes me look an old frump.
Elaine looked again at pile of clothes, and at the mumsy dress
she’d planned to wear. Her wardrobe was a reflection of her
– dull and boring.
“Are you nearly ready? We have to leave in a
the bellow from downstairs.
As she turned to look again into the depths of the wardrobe, more in
hope than expectation, she caught sight of herself in the full length
mirror. A few extra pounds but not that bad, and the black underwear
and hold up stockings looked pretty sexy – not that
even noticed when she’d put them on. Twenty years ago
have been practically salivating, and there would have been no way they
would have got to the party on time. But that was twenty years ago.
At the end of the clothes rail in his half of the wardrobe –
it was called his half but in reality her clothes occupied a good part.
In her half of his half she noticed a clothes bag hanging, and
remembered what was in it. It had been over nineteen years since
she’d worn that dress. They’d bought it for a ball
had been twelve weeks pregnant with Chloe and her usual party dresses
were too tight – it might be just the thing.
“Are you coming or am I going alone? Get a bloody move
As she pulled up the zipper, she looked at herself again. Perfect fit
– the black dress, covered in bumpy, sparkly stones still
as good as it had way back when. Uh oh, this bra will have to go, too
visible. So the choice is – no bra or frumpy dress. No
up, will you!”
“For God’s sake dad,” She heard
in support. “It’s a woman’s prerogative
She stared at the plunging neckline – it needed something.
Rifling through the drawer she found the choker she had worn with it
all those years ago. Perfect. She allowed herself a twirl. Crikey! That
slash up the side is longer than I remembered – should have
tights. Too late now. With a last flick of her short, spiky hair
– the highlights looked terrific – and taking a
breath, she turned off the light and went downstairs.
“About bloody t…bloody hell!”
Elaine held back the smile of satisfaction. That had shut him up.
“Come on; don’t hang about with your mouth open.
Get in the
car; I just need to grab my bag.”
She went into the living room where Chloe and her steady boyfriend,
Jamie, were halfway through a bottle of wine watching TV.
“Mum, you look fantastic!”
Jamie just sat there – slowly looking her up and down, but
looking at her chest – his mouth open.
“Men!” thought Elaine,”one pair of tits
and they are
But inside her confidence was going through the roof. She
felt this good in … well, let’s leave it at a long
“You don’t think this neckline is a bit low? What
Chloe raised her eyebrows and grinned. She and her mum shared just
about everything. She’d mentioned to her mum that Jamie was
definitely a “boob” man, and she knew her mum was
him. But it was a side of her mum that she hadn’t seen before.
“Right, I’d better go before he has a
Chloe giggled, not sure if her mum was talking about dad or Jamie.
“Okay Jamie, I was going to tell you to be good, but seeing
Chloe tells me everything I’ll just say enjoy
Jamie looked horrified and Chloe shrieked a shocked
but Elaine just winked at them both, turned and left. She felt
absolutely on top of the world. And for the first time in a very long
time, she felt in control. Tonight was definitely going to be fun. In
fact, it was more than fun, it changed Elaine’s life.
As she sat in the car, she remembered just how big that slit in the
dress was. She was showing a fair slice of thigh. And it felt
brilliant! Why had it been so long since she’d felt like
Probably the same reason that her husband hadn’t jumped on
her underwear – habit and familiarity. She had become what
expected her to become – a steady, reliable, unsurprising
something mother and wife. Well it was time to become what she wanted
to be. A mature woman who knew what she wanted and was willing to go
and get it.
The pre dinner drinks and meal passed in a whirlwind of conversations
with people she knew, but who normally never spoke to her. The men had
difficulty maintaining eye contact for some reason, whilst the women
were split into two camps. The “good for you, go get
wish I could carry off a dress like that” group, and the
younger) green eyed set, who suspected she was trying to steal their
husband or boyfriend.
It was a good job she was the nominated driver for the return
otherwise if she’d drank all the drinks that had been offered
would have passed out by the time the dancing started! As it was from
the minute the music had cranked up, she spent most of her time
wiggling her hips, flashing her thigh and generally having a great
time. Although she kept having to adjust her top, she was enjoying the
tease factor it afforded.
As the evening wore on she found herself dancing with a good looking
man, probably similar age to herself, who turned out to be a colleague
of her husband who had been recently divorced.
During one of the slow dances as she rested her head against his chest,
he moved her strap back onto her shoulder. She thanked him with a
“I wouldn’t want you falling out with
me!” he joked.
“But if you really want to thank me you can remember four
She asked what the numbers were.
“Two six three six”
“No idiot, what are they for?”
He replied that she had to remember them first, and then he’d
tell her what they were for. She repeated the four numbers a few times
to prove she had remembered. He smiled and said he’d test her
again after the next dance, and then he’d tell her.
As the music went on she felt his hand move down her back, squeeze her
cheeks and then move round to the slit in her dress. His fingers found
the way in and gently made small circles on her thigh.
“If you don’t stop that in the next fifteen minutes
scream for help!”
“Oh I don’t think I need any help.”
She giggled and punched him playfully, and was taken aback when he
asked what the numbers were.
“Two six three six”, she answered proudly.
“Very good. So now you know my phone number at work
it’s the same as your other half’s but the last
are two six three six”.
The music finished and they broke off with a smile, he stooped down,
his lips brushed her cheek, and he turned and left.
Elaine’s mind was traveling at the speed of light on the way
home. Had this frumpy, middle aged mum really pulled a good looking
bloke? What about the man dozing next to her? What was the future for
him? What would Chloe say if she knew? All these and a zillion other
questions rattled round her head. But more than that there was the
exhilaration of something new, something exciting. A feeling that had
woken up inside her like a sleeping giant – threatening to
over her entire life.
As they pulled into the drive, her husband woke up and turned to her.
He stroked her face and looked into her eyes. His face broke into a
rather sad looking smile:
“You know, if you worked in the Louvre, you’d see
Lisa every day and you’d forget how wonderful it is. I see
every day, and I think I’d forgotten how beautiful and
you are. I won’t let that happen again. Come on.”
They went in and Chloe called to her dad, saying not to forget
he’d agreed to run Jamie home. Elaine sighed:
“Come on, your taxi awaits!” she called, and she
husband to go to bed and she’d join him soon. But she knew
he’d be fast asleep by the time she got back. They waved
goodbye and set off. Jamie had edged round in his seat so he could look
at her. They chatted off and on, but most of the time they were silent.
Then as they approached Jamie’s house, he put his hand on her
thigh, on the bare flesh exposed by the slit in the dress.
“I hope it’s true what they say… that if
you want to
know what your girlfriend will look like in twenty five years, look at
Elaine stopped the car in the quiet lane outside his house, and grabbed
his hand to move it.
“Jamie, I...” - but that’s as far as she
got as he
moved across and his lips locked on hers. Elaine panicked, and pushed
“Oh God, I’m sorry Mrs Evans.”
“Don’t be. I am incredibly flattered that you find
attractive enough to do that.” This time it was she that
closed her eyes and pressed her lips against his. To Elaine that kiss
lasted half a lifetime, but as soon as she felt his hand against the
bare flesh at the top of her leg, she stopped and looked at him.
“No, I guess you’ve had one member of the family
so I think that’s enough. Let’s pretend this never
happened. But if you ever get tired of Chloe, I know where to find you.
Because, young man, you are a sensational kisser.”
As she drove home, Elaine marveled at how her life had changed in a few
short hours. She had craved excitement, romance and love, and thanks to
a dress that was twenty years old, she had it. Now there was only one
thing left to decide… eeny, meeny, miny mo….
Then again, why does it have to be just one?