Jane's Encounters: A day at the Spencer's

By Christine Oram

Published on Jul 1, 2024

Encounters

Jane's Encounters: An Encounter in the Park

by Christine Oram

It is best to read these stories in date order as there is a considerable continuous narrative, albeit a different episode each time. __________________________________________________________________

An Encounter in the Park

The woman had noticed the hot girl immediately, and not for the first time. It was a beautiful summer day in the park. The girl was hard to miss. The woman walked behind her for some time looking at her body. She was wearing a summery, blue and white, floral midi dress with short, puff sleeves. A straw hat. The dress's high split periodically revealing a muscular limb. Blue and white plimsolls on her feet matched her dress. A silver choker snaked around her elegant neck. Her brisk walking speed made her hard work to follow. She was listening to music, occasionally humming to herself, or making a few cute dance steps. The woman cut off the corner of the trail and waited for her, leaning on her car. A few minutes later the girl appeared, and the woman walked over as she was about to get into the silver BMW.

"Hello there. I've seen you before. I think you live near me." The girl looked up. The woman smiled. The girl was even more beautiful close up and face to face.

"Do we? I'm sorry I've no idea..."

"Yes, I'm Rika, I've seen you on my street." She gave the address. The girl thought for a moment and removed her dark glasses. Pale brown eyes. Rika smiled again. "Sorry, I just wanted to say hello. I see you walking past my house all the time. Actually, you're usually running."

The girl smiled. Rika thought she was perfect. "Oh, OK, nice to meet you, I'm Jane. Sorry, I don't remember seeing you." She laughed and continued, "But that doesn't mean much, I'm probably the most unobservant person there is." Jane was trying to remember if and when she had seen Rika. She felt she would not have forgotten her if she had seen her before. She was not the kind of woman one would forget. "You know, I don't live there, I just visit my friend frequently, that's all. No way I can afford your neighborhood."

"Oh, never mind that. Come over for a drink and you can see my place. It's on your way home, that is, to wherever it is you visit." Jane wondered whether this was an invitation akin to Csilla's, who had asked her to come back to her hotel for sex. She pondered for a second. Dee was relaxing at the house, nothing much to do there. The brunette woman was striking. Aquiline features, wearing a light gray miniskirt, nice bare legs, and rather sexy Cuban heeled booties. Jane accepted. Rika laughed in pleasure and said, "Follow me. You'll know the way."

The white Mercedes coupe led Jane back to a house that lay a few streets away from Diane's. She and Diane often ran past this house when they went running together. The two cars pulled up on the circular drive, the tires crunching on the pebble surface. Looking at the house, Jane's eyes widened with interest and delight. It was much the same size as Diane's and equally beautifully landscaped. The house was in a faux French chateau style, unlike Diane's colonial. Jane was interested, her life with Diane was making her more comfortable with the lifestyles of the rich or well off, but as usual, she felt a little out of place and perhaps even a little vulnerable with Rika. Rika was younger than Diane, probably about Jane's age, and Jane couldn't help but be intrigued to learn more about her.

The house was cool inside, the air conditioning keeping it much colder than Diane's. A large hall, with a marble floor and containing an overelaborate Louis XVI style side table and chairs. A dark, walnut-trimmed staircase led upstairs. Jane followed Rika into the kitchen. Jane noted her very sexy, round backside in that short skirt. Rika asked her if she wanted a "drink-drink." Jane laughed, "Bit early for me, I could have a hot drink or a sugar free soda, or water. Whatever you've got on hand." Rika smiled. Jane's voice had her usual sexy timbre.

"Well, you're easy," she said opening the giant, well-stocked fridge.

Jane leant forward to look. She noticed Rika looking at her boobs, her cleavage nicely displayed by her low-cut dress. "That's what all my lovers say. I'll take the Diet Coke." She reached in and holding the can she gave Rika another smile. Rika laughed, "Ah, a woman after my heart then."

They walked out onto the stone patio. They sat across from each other, a low coffee table in between them. Jane was reminded of when she visited Leslie, the low table on a patio, a pretty woman across from her. I seem to be in a scene from the Stepford Wives she thought to herself. Do only beautiful women live in this neighborhood, all with immaculate houses and gardens? Thinking of Leslie, she wondered what she was doing. She missed seeing her even though there was so much awkwardness when they were together. Then she thought of her first visit to Diane's. She smiled at the memory.

"So, Rika, are you married and all that stuff? You have a beautiful home." Rika's gray eyes looked up and down Jane's body taking in her short, highlighted hair, her amazing face, her body, its curves under the floral dress. Her bare leg flexed, sticking out through the high slit of her dress. At last, thought Jane, I knew she would check me out like that. She smoothly draped the folds of her dress over her thigh, hiding the leg from Rita's interested gaze.

"No. Divorced. We got divorced before he made me pregnant, thank God. I'm childless, not that I'm complaining. Not too keen on the little buggers. What about you?"

"No; I'm not married, but I'm with someone at the moment. Rika, that's an unusual name. Is it Russian?" Jane was uncertain why Rika had invited her over. She didn't seem desperate to get into her panties, but she was clearly interested in her in some way.

Another laugh, "God no, my parents were hippies. It's short for Paprika. They thought it was funny. They were very into nature, saving the planet, peace, free love, all that stuff."

"Do you have a brother called Basil?" Jane was flirting now. The leg reappeared. She saw Rika's eyes swivel.

"No, he's a Harry, but they do call him sage. Family nickname. I think if he had been a girl they would have called her cinnamon." Jane looked blank. "As in cinnamon girl by Neil Young?"

Jane smiled but without comprehension. "Never mind Jane, you're too young, as I am really. You didn't have hippy parents, it's OK." Jane noted to herself to look up cinnamon girl.

"Well, you've certainly done fine out of the marriage," Jane said, changing the subject. A flicker of irritation passed over Rika's face. "Nothing to do with him, this is all me. It pained me to give him anything for the divorce." Jane's face betrayed her realization she had said the wrong thing. Rika saw her face and quickly added, "Oh no, don't take it the wrong way. People always assume the money came from Mike. It's the fascist patriarchy, that's all. You can't help it if it influences you. It's everywhere."

Jane shifted in her seat and gave Rika a kind of sexy, wet puppy look. "Sorry, Rika. I meant nothing by it. I am just in awe of the house." She felt a bit like she had when she first visited Diane. All these wealthy, smart ladies, and then there's me. "I'm a bit in awe of you too, to be honest." Jane decided she very much liked looking at Rika's legs as she sat, her feet apart and her knees together. "Oh Jane, don't be stupid. I'm not special, but I just don't want you to get the wrong idea about me and go tell your boyfriend that you met a chick who got rich by marrying well."

"I don't have a boyfriend." Jane looked serious.

"Oh, sorry, I assumed..." Rika showed she was quickly adjusting to Jane not having a boyfriend but also not being single.

"Oh Rika, now look who's assuming something. Perhaps the patriarchy has its claws into you too?" Rika flicked her hair and laughed, "Touché, I think. Quite right. I apologize." She paused and pulled her chair closer to Jane. Her eyes lingered a little on Jane's chest, before looking into her hazel eyes. "So, who's the friend that lives around here that you come and see. Would I know him?

"Her." Jane enjoyed correcting Rika. She crossed her legs, making sure to open her skirt to let her see them in all their glory. Rika got a great view of the best legs she had seen for a long while. Jane smiled and explained where Diane's house was. Rika interjected, "You mean Diane Wertheimer's place? You know her? I knew her and her husband. I heard he died not so long ago. So sad. She's something else, isn't she? Then there's that other foxy cougar who lives almost next to her. You know the blonde one with the dull husband."

"Uh, Leslie Spencer?"

"Yes, she's the one. My god you three all on the same road? Astonishing. The good Lord certainly blessed that street putting you three on it. Such pulchritudinous perfection."

Jane laughed. Fuck this woman would be a match for Dee. "Well thanks for including me in that. I'm just a visitor, but if we include you, the Lord god was indeed busy, although given his disciples, I think he played for the other team." Diane had a dislike of religion, and it was rubbing off on Jane. The remark pleased Rika and Jane for a moment thought she might reach out and touch her on the knee or something. "So, the lovely Diane asks you over all the time. What does it all mean I wonder? Well Jane you're a clever one I must say. There's many a person around here who would have liked to land that fish. What do you think about the blonde bombshell?"

"Diane and I are friends with the Spencers. She's nice." Rika chuckled and said, "Jane if you had heard my husband drone on about Leslie, you would never describe her as "nice." I was clearly nothing compared to gorgeous Leslie. She had everything he liked in a woman. The hair, the boobs, the ass, and legs. You name it. He was a world class bore on the subject. He used to go on about how could she end up with that stuffed shirt' and what does she see in him' and so on."

Jane could feel the rawness of Rika's pain in her voice. Jane got up and stood next to her and put her hand on her shoulder. "Rika, don't get upset, it's not Leslie's fault your husband was an asshole." Rika put her hand on top of Jane's. Jane had a premonition Rika might pounce on her, but the moment passed. She was not sure how she felt about that. Rika was really very attractive. "You know, I think your husband was an idiot to disrespect you. You are lovely. Leslie doesn't compare to you." Jane just could not stop flirting. Rika was very nice looking, although Jane's intense feelings of lust for Leslie were so much stronger.

Rika thanked Jane and shook off the compliment. "You're being too kind, Jane, but I appreciate the comments, even though I know you're lying." Rika thought Jane was incomparable. She wondered what ecstasies her ex-husband would have slipped into if he had seen Jane as she had seen her. Running past her house in her tight spandex outfits, sometimes with Diane and once with Leslie. A sight once seen, never forgotten.

Jane asked Rika if she could use the bathroom. Rika thought for a second and then said. "Of course, upstairs second door on the right."

Jane's plimsolls squeaked as she climbed the wooden staircase. She thought it odd that in a house this large there was no bathroom on the first floor. Perhaps it needs maintenance. She opened the door second on the right and entered. It was not a bathroom, more like a giant closet. It was filled with clothes and shoes. She was about to call down to Rika when she noticed that one of the clothes racks had a number of black and white dresses hanging on it. Below the rack were a series of black, high heeled shoes, an assortment of pumps, sandals, and booties. Some were platforms with very high heels, others were more modest ones with three- to five-inch heels, some were stilettos. In the corner there were many pairs of stiletto-heeled boots. A few were thigh length. Jane loved heels, but even she found this an odd and extreme selection. Rika didn't seem the type to wear many of them. She looked more carefully at the black and white dresses. She pulled one from the rack and held it against her chest. It was a fantasy maid's dress, complete with white cuffs and white edging around the plunging neckline and puffy white edging at the hem. Jane could tell the dress would barely cover her ass if she wore it. There were five more like it in different sizes. Behind them on another rail were other weird and wonderful dresses and costumes. Jane noticed a shiny latex body suit, and what she took to be a fantasy schoolgirl's outfit, a tiny, plaid, and pleated miniskirt hanging together with a white tie top. "Kinky bitch," she muttered to herself. Dirty thoughts of Marie wearing the schoolgirl's skirt shot through her mind. Then she remembered the maid's dress that Lillian had flaunted her spectacular body in at that fancy dress party she had gone to a year or two ago. Lillian had worn a maid's dress not unlike one of these then. Lillian had fucked her, and she had returned the favor. She imagined Rika wearing the dress. Then Diane. It was quite easy. Jane's sexual fantasies were overflowing.

Rika called up the stairs, "You ok, Jane?" Jane shouted back that she was fine. She hung the dress back on the rail with the others. The rest of the closet was filled with underwear, some mere thongs, others lacy panties, some black and some white. On the wall, Jane saw a selection of leather straps and belts. One strap was narrow, the other was wide, then there was something that looked like a fly swatter, a small piece of flat rubber fixed on the end of a stick about two feet long. Fetish items and straps for domination. Jane smiled. I can't wait to tell Dee about this, she thought. She'll be as fascinated as I am. Jane couldn't help but look at Rika in a whole new light.

Jane quit the room and tried the next door down and was relieved to find it was the bathroom. She felt sexually excited and nervous as she sat on the toilet. So, Rika likes to dress up, does she? The sexy girl. The thought of it made her sweat.

When she came downstairs Rika looked up and said that she had been a long time. Jane replied in her most innocent manner that she had told her the wrong room. "The bathroom's third on the right. Not second."

"Oh really? Sorry, yes of course it is." Jane could tell she was lying. She knew full well which room was which in her own house. They chatted some more ever so slightly awkwardly. Jane was seemingly unaffected by the closet visit, but Rika was clearly nervous. Jane assumed she was wondering whether Jane was going to ask her about it. Jane decided to say nothing now to let her stew in her emotions and desires, whatever they were. She had a pretty good idea what they would be. Jane was her usual charming self and Rika relaxed, joining in the charade that nothing unusual had happened.

After a while Jane said she should be leaving, and they exchanged numbers. Rika was a few inches shorter than Jane, although Rika's heels made her about the same height. "Well, it was lovely to finally meet you, and you know you look so cute in that dress."

"Well thank you Rika, I like your outfit too." At that moment, all Jane was thinking about was all those kinky items upstairs in her closet.

Rika for her part was desperately thinking how she could get Jane to visit again. "Jane, I'll see you again, yes? I'll contact you."

"OK, just text me. You can meet Diane, she'd like to see you, I'm sure. Thank you for the Coke. You've a lovely home. I was sorry to hear about your husband." She paused, wondering how Diane would react after telling her about Rika and her closet. "Perhaps we can do dinner?" She continued, joking. "I could ask Leslie to come." Jane wished that Leslie would agree to come out with her, even if it would be just as a friend. The way things are now between us, she thought, chance would be a fine thing.

"I wouldn't advise it. I'd scratch her eyes out."

"Rika! No need for that. It's not her fault, is it?"

Just as she expected, as they walked to the front door from the family room, Jane noticed a bathroom leading off from the entrance hall. Jane could not let it pass without comment, Rika was not a good liar and Jane wanted to show that she knew that directing her to that closet was no absent-minded mistake. "Oh look, you have a bathroom here. I could have used that instead of going upstairs."

Rika mumbled something. Jane smiled innocently at her and said, "What? Sorry, I missed that?"

"Oh nothing. Yeah sorry, I'm stupid. Let's put it down to the pleasure of meeting you."

"Wow, Rika. I'm not worthy to have that effect on you." Jane, in her vanity, definitely thought she was worthy. As they walked to the door Jane confirmed to herself what she had suspected all along. She likes me and I've made another conquest. This community of rich women is fucking crazy.

They stood outside on the front step and said their goodbyes. It seemed somehow incredible to Jane that Rika was living in this huge mansion all on her own. She would ask Dee about her. Jane in that sexy, seductive, provocative way of which she was a such an expert, leant forward and gave Rika a slow kiss on the lips, her eyes looking right into Rika's. Rika's lips were soft, and Jane held hers against them for what seemed an age. Rika passed her hand across her mouth after Jane drew away. "What was that for?"

"Oh, I don't know, I just felt like it. Did you mind?" Rika looked a bit dazed. "Bye now, Rika, so nice to meet you. See you!" Rika watched her get into the BMW. Another flash of leg appeared just before the car door closed. Jane waved and the car kicked up the stones on the drive as she drove away.

Rika went inside, closed the front door, leant back against it, and exhaled deeply in a vain attempt to control her excitement and arousal.

Next: Chapter 30: Diane Fulfills a Fantasy


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