Angelika Fremd
Arrival
© 1996 by Angelika Fremd and gangan books australia
She adjusted her straps as she
walked into the airport coffee lounge. In her brace-and-bib skirt,
frilly blouse, suspender belt and stockings, not to speak of her
unfashionably flared petticoat, she felt as if she had been
packaged and wrapped. I've given in again, she thought, dressed to
please HIM. Making certain that no-one was watching she propelled
herself toward the food counter where she bought a cup of coffee
and a magazine. Then she settled into a seat in the far corner of
the cafe to sip her coffee and leaf through the magazine. She
hunched her shoulders to make herself look inconspicuous.
A young man sitting at one of the tables had been watching her.
Now he noticed the way she pretended to read a magazine while she
tugged at the straps that framed her voluminous breasts,
straightened her stockings and pushed back her hair. He found her
appealing. Lucky man, he thought, assuming she was waiting for her
husband or lover. Then he thought of the girls he knew, clad in
jeans, hair cropped short, breasts a mere bump. When she started
to search for her lighter, an unlit cigarette in her hand, he
found his cue.
"Can I give you a light?"
She leant forward, the cigarette in her mouth. After lighting her
cigarette she pulled back suddenly aware that she had made a
mistake.
"Do you mind if I sit here, I'm waiting for someone. So are you,
aren't you?"
Before she had time to reply, he seated himself opposite her.
"I'm waiting for my husband," she said curtly to make sure he knew
she was attached to someone.
Then she wondered what this young man saw when he looked at
her.
"My husband likes me to dress this way. He's been away for three
months. I want to please him," she said.
"Great minds think alike," he smirked.
"I feel stupid," she burst out. "I look stupid!" She gathered her
things and got up to go.
"Hey, don't go. It's not an insult to say you look great, is it? I
noticed you the moment you came in. I'll get you another coffee,
ok?"
Reluctantly she agreed and settled back in her seat. Her corset
itched and the stockings cut into the tops of her legs.
"He's bound to bring me back some sexy underwear, lace or leather
from Paris," she told the young man when he returned with the
coffee. She thought of the sexual theatre she and her husband
would enact. He would dress her in his presents, tell her she was
beautiful, and finally make love to her as dressed up doll. She
longed for him to make love to 'her,' her personality, her body,
unadorned and undistorted.
The young man stared at her. He thought of her in a see-through
negligee and moved closer to the table. He felt excited as he
pictured her in black lacy underwear standing coyly before her
husband.
"Have you got a girlfriend or a wife?" she asked.
"I'm sort of between girlfriends," he admitted.
"What would you bring your girlfriend if you had one, if you
hadn't seen her for three months," she said. "Would you bring her
something for herself like flowers or perfume to show you care
about her as person, or would you bring her clothes that make her
look like someone else, like a picture in 'Playboy' maybe, or a
film star."
He was more careful in answering this time. He imagined her in
crutchless pants. Cautiously he said, "Flowers of course and maybe
French perfume."
She was satisfied with his reply and smiled at him. The
loudspeaker crackled. She made out the announcement for the
arrival of her husband's flight. In ten minutes he would be
fondling her straps and feeling for her corset. Nausea began to
tighten her stomach muscles. If only he would bring her roses,
just once, and notice that it was she who inhabited the straps she
wore.
The young man watched her move toward one of the gates. Then he
lost sight of her for a few minutes. He wanted to see this husband
of hers.
When he saw her again, he stared in disbelief. She was standing at
gate eleven. She had taken off her skirt and blouse and was now
removing her petticoat. Security guards were heading toward her
and a crowd was beginning to gather. She stopped undressing when
she saw her husband come through the gate. Almost naked except for
her suspender belt, she offered him her petticoat like a welcoming
present.
The young man noticed that her husband was carrying a large bunch
of roses in his arms. Husband and wife stood for a time gaping at
each other while the young man swore because he had missed his
flight.
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