Chapter 1365
"Thank you, you're so sweet," Daisy replied, her smile warm and genuine. She felt fantastic, a vibrant energy thrumming through her. She attributed it to last night's passionate encounter with Kevin, a convenient excuse she planned to use to justify their continued secret rendezvous.
The guard's gaze lingered on her, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. "Time flies. I still remember you as a teenager with a backpack and pigtails, waving at me every time you passed through these gates. Now you're a mom. Makes a fella feel old. How's your father doing, by the way?"
"He's doing great, tough as nails, just like you," Daisy said, a pang of sympathy tugging at her heart as she looked at the aging guard, his hair streaked with gray. He'd been a fixture at the gate of this upscale community for as long as she could remember. He had no family, no children to care for him in his old age. She wondered what would become of him. Not everyone could afford the comfort and care of a good nursing home.
After a bit more small talk, Daisy headed to the nearby mall. Her first stop was the men's department, where she picked up several pairs of boxer briefs in the largest size available. She'd noticed Kevin's underwear seemed a bit snug, leaving red marks on his skin. He had to be uncomfortable.
Next, she ventured into an adult novelty store. A saleswoman approached, her smile practiced and welcoming. "Good morning, ma'am. Is there anything I can help you find today? We have a wide selection of lingerie, toys, and the latest imported vibrators. I can give you a demonstration if you'd like."
"I'm just browsing, thanks," Daisy replied, a slight flush creeping up her neck.
Though not her first time in such a store, she still felt a twinge of self-consciousness having someone pitch products. She wandered through the aisles, her eyes scanning the colorful displays. She picked out a few particularly alluring lingerie sets, imagining Kevin's reaction. He'd be thrilled, maybe even get a nosebleed. She remembered the first time she'd undressed in front of him, the stunned expression on his face. It had amused her. Being with Kevin made her feel young and playful again.
At the checkout counter, a display of condoms caught her eye. She picked up a box, examining it with a thoughtful frown. The saleswoman, sensing an opportunity, chimed in. "That's our newest line, ma'am. Ultra-thin, breathable, only one-fifth the thickness of a human hair. Feels like you're wearing nothing at all. Made with skin-friendly polyurethane, so no irritation or allergic reactions."
"That thin?" Daisy asked, skeptical. "Will it… hold up?" She recalled the force of Kevin's thrusts last night. Young men had boundless energy. If the condom broke, it would defeat the whole purpose.
"Absolutely," the saleswoman assured her. "This material is incredibly strong and elastic. It could probably contain a bull." She smiled, seeing Daisy's hesitation. Opening a sample pack, she pulled out a condom and stretched it into a thin, translucent strip, demonstrating its remarkable elasticity. It didn't break. Impressive.
"Okay, I'll take a box," Daisy said, thinking that the "bull" analogy wasn't far off the mark when it came to Kevin's sexual prowess. "What size, though?"
"Standard is usually fine," the saleswoman replied. "They're quite stretchy, so even a slightly smaller size will accommodate most men."
"I'll take large," Daisy said firmly, remembering the slight stretching sensation when Kevin entered her. His girth was definitely more than average. "Do you have… extra large?"
"Let me check," the saleswoman said, a flicker of surprise crossing her face. Most men found standard more than sufficient, and large was typically reserved for those with, shall we say, exceptional length. This woman was requesting something even bigger. She couldn't help but picture a truly enormous penis, a fleeting image that sent a surprising jolt of warmth through her own nether regions.
The store, however, only carried standard and large. "You might be overestimating," the saleswoman said tactfully. "Too large, and it could slip off, rendering it ineffective." She'd encountered women who exaggerated their partner's endowments before, a strange form of vicarious bragging. She was used to it.
"Large is fine," Daisy said, realizing she shouldn't push it. If Oliver saw an extra-large condom, he'd definitely be suspicious. He certainly didn't require that size.
She paid, tucked the bag discreetly under her arm, and turned to leave. Just then, a voice called out, "Daisy? Is that you?"
Daisy turned to see a tall, strikingly attractive woman standing before her. It was Willow, her longtime rival, the union chairwoman from the dance troupe.
Willow was a few inches shorter than Daisy, but carried herself with an air of confidence. She wore an off-the-shoulder, long-sleeved blouse with a black polka dot pattern on a white background, the style accentuating her delicate collarbones. The ruffled trim added a touch of youthful flair. Cream-colored wide-leg shorts revealed her long, shapely legs. A small white handbag completed the look, simple yet chic.
If Daisy was a regal queen, commanding attention and respect, Willow was a sultry siren, alluring and captivating.
"Willow," Daisy said coolly, her smile tight. She hadn't expected to run into her nemesis here, of all places. This woman, her rival for nearly half her life, was the last person she wanted to spend her Saturday with. "Gotta run. Catch you later." She started to turn away, hoping to make a quick escape.
But Willow was persistent. She stepped forward, her smile widening. "Now, Daisy, don't be like that. We're both here alone. Why don't we do some shopping together? Come on, we've been colleagues for twenty years, longer than we've been with our husbands. We should be friends by now, shouldn't we?"
Daisy inwardly scoffed. Friends? With Willow? They'd clawed their way up the ranks of the dance troupe, fiercely competing for lead roles, titles, promotions, even office space. If she'd had a "friend" like Willow, she'd have gone insane.
But times had changed. They were both out of the dance troupe now, out of that toxic environment. Daisy no longer felt the same burning need to compete. Besides, Willow's husband was the County Treasurer, and for Oliver's sake, she needed to maintain a cordial, if not friendly, relationship. Antagonizing Willow could have repercussions for Oliver's career.
So, Daisy plastered a smile on her face and took Willow's arm. "Sure, why not? It's the weekend. We could shop, maybe do some yoga, grab lunch. What do you say?"
Willow, caught off guard by Daisy's ready agreement, stammered, "Well… I… I'm not sure…" She'd fully expected Daisy to rebuff her, to maintain their frosty distance. But Daisy's teasing smile told her she was being played, dared to refuse. Willow wouldn't give her the satisfaction. She forced a smile. "Sounds lovely. Let's do it. It'll be fun to catch up."
And so, the two women, linked arm in arm, strolled through the mall, smiling and chatting like the best of friends, each secretly wishing the other would disappear. Neither wanted to be the first to break the charade.
After a few hours of forced camaraderie, Willow was beginning to regret her impulsive invitation. She hadn't anticipated Daisy's cheerful compliance, her seemingly effortless ability to match her step for step, smile for smile. But what surprised her most was Daisy's appearance. She looked… radiant. Her skin was smooth and flawless, a healthy glow that didn't seem to come from a bottle. There was a vibrancy about her, an aura of contentment that Willow couldn't quite place. "Daisy," she asked, unable to contain her curiosity, "Where do you get your facials? Your skin looks amazing. What's your secret?" Willow, two years younger than Daisy, had always prided herself on her youthful looks, her superior complexion. Today, she felt… outshone. The competitive spirit, long dormant, flickered back to life.
Daisy, seeing Willow's envious expression, felt a surge of smug satisfaction. Willow, always so proud of her younger age, had finally been dethroned. And Daisy knew exactly who to thank for it. If it hadn't been for those two incredible orgasms last night, she might not have been radiating this undeniable glow. She'd have to reward Kevin handsomely later.
"Oh, it's a simple remedy," Daisy said, her smile enigmatic. "I can tell you, but you have to ask nicely."
Willow bristled. Ask nicely? She'd spent years vying with Daisy for the top spot in the dance troupe, refusing to bow down to her. But her curiosity, her vanity, gnawed at her. If she could unlock the secret to Daisy's radiant youthfulness, it would be worth a momentary surrender. "Alright, fine," she conceded, the words tasting like ash in her mouth. "Tell me, Daisy. Please."
Daisy beamed, her triumph complete. "The secret," she said, her voice dripping with playful condescension, "is contentment."
"Contentment?" Willow sputtered, realizing she'd been had. She glared at Daisy, a mixture of frustration and humiliation burning in her cheeks. With a huff, she turned and stalked off, leaving Daisy to savor her victory.
Smiling to herself, Daisy headed to the fruit market, her mind already on Kevin. She'd buy him a basket of fresh cream strawberries. He deserved a special treat.
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