The shrill ring of her telephone jerked JoAnne from her sleep. For a second she contemplated not answering. "Most likely a telemarketer," she grumbled as she rolled to her side and reached for the phone. "Hello?" she said sleepily.
"Still sleeping?" came the sound of her husband's voice from the other end.
The morning sunshine streaming into the bedroom washed out the numbers on the clock, she shielded it with her hand to see the time. "For at least another hour," She replied, "Maybe longer," A smile played at the corners of her mouth as she recalled their adventure the night before.
"So you want me to go?" He asked.
"No, it's ok," she answered, knowing he had no intention of following through with that idea anyway. "What's up?" Mentally she prepared herself to be asked to run an errand or take care of something he'd forgotten, the usual reason for him to call from work.
"Just wondering what you thought of last night." His response took her by surprise.
"Too early to think," she commented, propping herself up on a couple of oversized pillows and drawing her knees up for support.
"Well, did you enjoy it?" He prompted.
She smiled, "Yeah."
"Me too," the tone in his voice affirmed his pleasure. After a short pause he spoke again, "What are you wearing?"
She laughed nervously, "My pink nightie, you watched me put it on last night, remember?"
"Oh yeah," She knew how much he liked that nightie, baby pink satin with spaghetti straps, she'd bought it for herself on valentines day, not expecting him to catch any of the hints she dropped. He especially liked the way it showcased her breasts, exposing just enough to make a very sexy statement. She knew she felt sexier when she wore it.
"Slip one strap off your shoulder."
