Alex woke slowly, clinging to the images and thoughts and feelings on the edge of her consciousness, sighing as they slipped away. She opened her eyes slowly to the sunlight streaming in her window.
A flood of images from the night before flowed through her mind, making her whimper. Her fingers moved over her body under the covers, her skin still sticky from the sweat, the excitement. She tried to be ashamed of herself, but all she felt was arousal. She had gotten herself off while a strange man watched. No, not just watching, directing, commanding, and it was good. She wondered if he could tell how nervous she was, how excited. She wondered if he knew she had never cum that hard.
Rolling in bed she reached over to her night table for his card. It contained only his name, address and number. There was so much she didn't know about him. She wondered if that was the point of a one night stand - the mystery, anonymity. At the same time, the thought of that being a one night stand weighed heavy on her. Having experienced it, she couldn't stand the thought of walking away from that intensity.
She laid the card back on the table and made her way to the shower. The cool morning air and warm sunlight felt good on her naked skin as she walked past the open window. In the bathroom she took a minute to look over her naked form. She looked the same as the day before, with her small breasts and round, firm ass, but she felt different. Today she felt sexy, desirable. She smiled at herself, running a hand over her left breast and down past her navel, fingers brushing over her lower lips. She closed her eyes, remembering his voice as she touched herself, feeling his eyes on her body as she came in front of him.
Holding that thought in her mind, Alex got into the shower. The hot water trickled against her skin and she let out a sigh of contentment. As she washed the sheen of sweat from her body, her mind kept going back to how it got there. She was tempted to repeat the event in the shower, her clit throbbed at the idea, but she resisted. For now she would just hold on to the memory. Besides, it was his presence, his direction that made is to amazing, on her own it just wouldn't be the same.
All through her day Alex's thoughts kept going back to Richard, until, finally she could take no more. She laid in bed in the darkness of her room and replayed the scene in her mind. She felt the same tension, the same mixture of emotions. She let her thoughts wander as her fingers explored her depths, in her mind Richard was more active, standing close to her. She could feel his breath on her neck, it was his strong firm hands squeezing the bud of her breast, pinching the hard peak of her nipple. His voice was in her ear, telling her to touch, then changing, rougher, needier, expectant. In her mind Richard demanded she cum, then again, louder and more forceful.
As her orgasm washed through her, she felt her whole body shake, her back arching, lifting her chest off the bed. She laid back on the bed, body sensitive, throbbing and satisfied, drifting off to sleep with delicious thoughts swirling in her mind.
By the end of the day on Monday Alex felt like an addict. All day she had been distracted by thoughts of Richard and what had happened Saturday night. She couldn't focus in class, her mind wandering to his voice, how naked she felt under his gaze. She forced herself to push the thoughts aside at work, but it was a struggle as they kept returning. After supper she stripped down and fell into bed, her hands busy on her body, stroking, caressing, pinching. Now her thoughts contained not just the real images of Richard, but, also the one supplied by her fantasies.
Exhausted after bringing herself to her second orgasm, Alex drifted off to sleep with Richard's voice still floating through her mind.
Tuesday after work, Alex was sitting in her living room, phone in one hand, Richard's card in the other. All day long she had been distracted by him, wanting to hear his voice. She debated with herself, reading the numbers off the card again. Calling after only a few days may make her seem desperate. She laughed to herself, knowing she was desperate, he just didn't know that yet.
She felt her stomach flip flop as she waited for him to answer, biting her lip when his voice came through the phone.
"Hello?" Came his voice, through the phone.
Alex cleared her throat, suddenly aware she was unable to talk.
"Oh, ah, hi, Richard? This is, um, Alex, remember -" Her words trailing off.
"Pretty girl, it's been 3 days." His voice was rough, but flat. She couldn't tell if he was happy she had called or not.
"Oh, um, yeah, it has. Work, and school and, um -" she stumbled over her words until he cut her off again.
"I was starting to think I wouldn't hear from you. I didn't like that thought." His voice was warmer now, the roughness caressing Alex's mind, bringing her fantasies back to the surface.
"I'd like to spend more time with you Alex, there's so much we could experience together. I think you'd like that, wouldn't you?" He said in a firm but comforting tone.
"Oh yes!" Alex squeaked out, unable to mask the excitement from her voice. She blushed deeply as she could hear his chuckle through the phone.
"Good girl, I'm glad you're excited. Tonight we'll go for dinner, just get to know each other. I'm sure you have some questions. Meet me at the cafe two blocks from my apartment at 7, do you think you can find it?" He inquired.
Questions were already swimming in Alex's mind, she swallowed them down.
"Yes, I can get there, that will be no problem." Alex assured him.
"Wonderful, I look forward to seeing you pretty Alex." His voice whispered in her ear before he hung up.
Alex spent the hour getting ready. She showered, running her fingers over her body but not allowing herself to truly explore. By the time she had rubbed lotion into her soft, creamy skin she was practically buzzing with excitement. She had to continually remind herself that it was just dinner, nothing more, but her body refused to believe her.
Choosing an outfit was difficult. She wanted something that showcased her assets, but not something too showy or dressy. Thankfully she had a nice collection of summer dresses. She chose a light blue cotton dress with yellow flowers embroidered around the edges. It was fitted to her waist and then flared out in a nice skirt, the hem resting at the top of her thighs. Had she been any taller than her petite five feet, the dress would have been much better suited as a top. This was one point when she was glad to be so small. She did her make-up simply - a bit of mascara and eyeshadow, some pink on her lips. If he was going to want her, it was for her self, not for an image she projected.
She arrived at the cafe five minutes early and was surprised to see him already seated near a window with a steaming mug in front of him. Her cheeks felt warm and she replayed the conversation in her head, suddenly wondering if she had gotten the time wrong. She was about to sit down and apologize when he looked up, something in his eyes stopping her as she reached for the chair.
"Pretty Alex, wonderful to see you again." His voice was warm and thick and made the butterflies in her tummy dance. "Please, sit down." he added with a nod.
Alex sat across from him, taking a minute to get a good look. He was shaved today and looked younger than he had on Saturday night. She would still put him in his forties, but now on the lower end. He was dressed again in jeans and a t-shirt, but they were well fitted and it was obvious he was in good shape. His hair was a deep chestnut, but starting to lighten at the temples. Most intriguing were his eyes, a deep green.
"I hope I'm not late or anything." she said, feeling the blush return to her cheeks.
