A few months ago, my family and I (or what's left of it after most of the kids have moved out, minus cats, dogs, plants and spiders) went on a well-deserved vacation.
We ran into an old flame of mine and began chatting and catching up with the past. Her name was Renee and it was Renee who actually introduced me to my wife.
Recently I posted a picture of a woman, wearing only a crochet dress.
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Although, this is not a picture of Renee, it was close to something she once wore. But I am jumping way ahead of myself.
To be exact, it was 1979. One of our administrative assistance invited me to a Derby party, I really did not want to go.
I noticed Renee quite soon after I arrived. Somehow, if a woman crosses the room and her boobs bounce inside her blouse, you notice her. To start off with, she wore a pinkish blouse, which was not buttoned up all the way-and no bra. I did enjoy the peeks of the peaks, as she moved around, at times grinning sheepishly, as she attempted to hold her blouse together.
In the end, it was just a “nice meeting you” kind of thing.
Over the following two weeks, I ran into Renee several times, to a point, where even I was convinced that there had to be some sort of higher order involved. At one point, Renee asked, if I was interested in going to an ethnic festival the following Saturday. I agreed. Renee very much acted, as if we had been dating for ages. She would adjust my hairline, link her arm into mine, etc. She invited me for some “brats 'n' beer” the following day. I did go and from there on. we sort of started seeing quite a bit more of each other.
Rather going into all the little details, let me explain Renee. Renee was a woman of many talents – some hidden, or as I have teased her many times, a woman of many
personalities – some hidden.
She could change any subject, any time, anywhere to a discussion about sex or something related to sex.
She was not and never could be a “one-man-woman” by her own account and admission. She was married once, but had too many “emergencies” as she explained them and her husband at that time just wasn't going to put up with it any longer.
She was a history professor at a private college in town and a few years older than I, which really didn't matter at that time.
Next door to Renee lived Al. Al was an elderly widower in his 60s and a handyman extraordinare. He could fix almost everything and never charged for anything, other than a beer or so while he was working. Renee had no problems making sure that he got to see the peaks and the mounds while working at her house. Which would explain, why the food disposal had a tendency to break down every other week. But she would not walk nude through her kitchen at night out of fear that Al would see her nude.
She claimed to be a home nudist, but the only thing she actually did nude was sleep.
Renee would do things very spontaneously. We would be on a trip out of town and she would take my hand up her thigh and under her dress and revel in my reaction when I found out that she was going commando.
One evening after we had dinner, I had brought her back to her house and watched her go inside. I went home to attend to some things that needed to be done. While working on my project, I thought I saw some car lights, but didn't pay much mind to them. I heard a knock at the door and went to answer it. I live in a semi secluded rural environment. What I didn't know was that Renee had gone inside her home, changed and driven all the way to my house (which was a 36 mile trip). She had pulled up at the side of the house, undressed and came up the porch. There she was standing in front of me barefoot all the way up to her neck.
She came in, sayi9ng something like:”There's a movie on tonight. 'Naked came the stranger'. I thought we could watch it together.”
I really didn't have much of a choice there – but then again, I didn't fight it either.
Renee had something she wanted to give to Goodwill. She called it the little green thing.
It was a crochet biking, which she got when she was a sophomore in college. She found it to be totally inappropriate for a 30something woman. She claimed it didn't fit her anymore. Well, to be honest, it didn't. At least the bottom part didn't. But somehow I talked her into keeping it and encouraged her to wear it – which she of course never did. Until one day. The 4th of July weekend was approaching and we had plans to spent an extended weekend on my brother's houseboat on Lake Cumberland. It was early in the morning as I stopped at her house to pick her up. She still was nude as she answered the door and told me to wait in the car and she would be right out there.
She came out – dressed in that 'little green thing', a pair of flip-flops and her purse, and that was that.
That little green thing showed a lot more than she was usually willing to show - but this is not the ending. There is more to come.