My Sexy Awakening

Feeling sexy

My level of anxiety today has been off the charts. I barely slept last night, and I woke up before dusk. I have been nursing a cup of coffee for the last half hour, and I'm not too fond of the idea of eating something. I am a nervous wreck. I am not sure I made the right decision yesterday when I committed to a self-discovery journey led by a man I don't even know. I have never been good at talking about my s****l life, so I cannot even think about sharing my concerns with Amanda or Mariana. I do not know if it is because of my religious upbringing, but s*x and s*x talking have not been easy for me. My cell phone ringing took me away from my thoughts.

-Hi, Andrea? Alexandra here, the real estate agent.

-Hi Alexandra, what a pleasant surprise. What can I do for you?

-I was calling to check on you. How are you? How do you like your new cottage?

-Oh Alexandra, this has been a dream come true. Really. I am enjoying my new place more than I could have ever imagined. I go every day to the park when I take a break from work, and I enjoy the patio a great deal. 

-I am so glad to hear that. You deserve to be happy. What about your neighbors? Are they friendly?

-Yes, they are; we have been getting along just great. Speaking of which, do you know anything about Paul, the man who lives behind the fence?

-Mmm… Well, yes, I know some things. Why do you ask?

-I am sorry, am I bothering you with my question? I was just curious because we have talked over the fence but never met in person. Never mind.

-Well, I know Paul very well. He is a complex man. Under his cocky shell, there is a generous man with a tender heart. He had some difficult experiences that made him build many walls to protect himself from further pain. But he is a good man. I hope you have a chance to meet him personally.

-Thanks, Alexandra, you seem to know him well. Were you involved with him? Sorry. You don't have to answer that. The journalist in me never rests.

-That's ok. I know him very well, but not in the way you think. One of these days I will tell you more.

-OK, Alexandra, thank you for calling me.

-Thank you, Andrea; I'll talk to you soon.

Alexandra's call made me think. It seemed that she was close to Paul, but she was holding back. Like she really wanted to talk, but she couldn't. She seemed to care about Paul but was unwilling to share much with me. I wonder if she was one of his one-night stands that turned into a grateful friend. I mean, the woman is just gorgeous, blonde, tall, slender, and elegant. She was the human clone of Jessica Rabbit. Probably one of the most attractive women I ever saw. Anyways, talking to her did wonder to calm my nerves. At least, it seems that I am not dealing with a certifiably insane neighbor willing to chop me in little pieces if the self-discovery experiment went wrong. 

I started to organize to get some work done when my bell rang. It was a package for me from my "Samaritan neighbor." I opened the package, and inside there was a red velvet box and a black envelope, with a letter.

Dear Andrea, 

This box represents the beginning of your self-discovery journey. Please do not open the box until you meet me on the other side of the fence. You will receive a different package later with a gift and a set of instructions that you need to follow. A good s*x life is built on trust and communication, so you must understand that I will always think in your best interest first. Thank you for letting me be a part of your self-discovery journey. 

Regards, 

Paul

I was in shock. It seems that Paul is truly invested in this project, and I wonder why. He has plenty of thrills in his life as it is, and he has a very active s****l life. I bet that he is really handsome if he is so sought after by all these women. So, why would he bother taking the time to be my s****l coach when he doesn't even know me? I mean, he seems kind and flirty by nature, but he has no idea what I look like, so he might not even be physically attracted to me. 

I know that men tend to find me appealing. I am very curvy, perhaps because of my Italian and Latina background; I have olive skin and green eyes that tend to call people's attention. It is not that my eyes are extraordinary at all, but they seem larger than they really are because of my complexion and my dark eyelids and wavy hair. The bell rang once again, but I felt a hole in the pitch of my stomach this time. I wonder what Paul has in store for me…

When I opened the door, I found a gorgeous woman, holding a large suitcase. After my surprise faded, I asked her how I could help her. 

-Hello there. Are you Andrea?

-Yes, I nodded. 

-Hi Andrea. My name is Lucy, and Paul asked me to advise you.

-To advise me?

-Well, I guess that he did not talk to you about me. Let me explain, Andrea. I work as a personal shopper for people like Paul, who never has time to do it himself. I am also an image consultant, so I regularly help men and women discover what garments, accessories, and colors look better on them. Paul is concerned that you do not feel sexy. As I also do, he believes that feeling sexy is important to build your self-esteem and confidence. Let me stress that this is for you and not for Paul. It is to help you understand how sexy you are. We will have three meetings and, if you are available, today will be the first one. Do you have time now?

-Yes, sure

-So let's get straight to it, Andrea. Today we are going to focus on lingerie. I have a sample of bras, panties, garters, and nightgowns to try on you here in this suitcase. We will decide together what size and color work best for you, and next week, when I return to talk about everyday clothing, I will bring you more samples for you to try. Are we OK?

-I guess so Lucy…

Lucy was with me for the next two hours. I had never thought about my image before. It was very enlightening, and I think Lucy was right. She made me try different lingerie sets, and I ended up with a black and another crimson lace set of panties, bra, and garters, a white, translucent nightgown, and a colorful silk kimono robe. Lucy promised to bring at least five more sets next week.

I know it might be part of her job description, but she praised my "silky" skin, full curves, long legs, and elegant neck. She advised me to tie my hair so my neck would be on full display. By the time she was leaving, she had given me a black envelope and told me that Paul wanted me to read the letter right after she left. It was already 6:30, so I had only half an hour left to meet Paul. I opened the envelope and read Paul's letter:

Dear Andrea,

I hope you enjoyed Lucy's company and advice. I would like you to wear the lingerie set that makes you feel sexier and more confident. Please meet me by the fence, with the velvet box in your hands. I need you to be in a comfortable reclining chair or sofa when we meet. 

Regards,

Paul  

I put the letter aside and decided to go with the crimson set and colorful kimono. I tied my hair as Lucy suggested, and as weird as it sounds, I decided to wear makeup just for myself. I hardly recognized the woman that stared back at me in the mirror. I never felt as sexy as today. The bra pushed my perky, full breasts up, creating a pronounced, generous cleavage. The lacy thong and garters made my ass look rounder, and my legs seem a mile long. I completed the outlook with some silver earrings that Mariana gave me for my birthday. I checked my watch and realized it was almost time, so I took the velvet box, sat on the sofa by the fence, and waited for Paul. Two minutes later, I heard his husky masculine voice that went instantly to my core. 

-Hello Andrea. I thought about you all day long.