For the reader;
Many thanks for some editing and technical suggestions from
Gary
. He also suggest that I point out, in case you haven't picked up on it, another story, Déjà Vu, is an earlier story about some of the same characters.
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"Hello?"
It was after the fourth ring when she answered, I had been about to hang up and call her cell figuring she wasn't home. We'd been talking on the phone a couple of times per week, I'd about learned her schedule, when she'd be home -- when not. She preferred the house phone when she was home.
"Hey Babe. Tickle yer clit with my tongue?" Our conversations always turned to sex, even if they didn't start that way. We'd masturbated together while talking over the phone, there was little doubt we were in lust for each other.
"Excuse me?"
Oh, so that's how it was going to be -- playing that she didn't know me?
"Did you go without panties at work today?" Gloria had confided to me that after the weekend she spent with me in San Diego that she hadn't gotten any laundry done. One day she got up to go to work, and realized she had no clean underwear, and on a whim -- just didn't wear any. She said it had really given her a naughty thrill; being in staff meetings, talking with co-workers and bosses -- the whole time thinking "if they only knew." She told me she'd gotten where she didn't wear undies on days where she knew she'd be tied up in long boring meetings, the little thrill helped keep her awake.
"Is this Jim?"
"Of course. Does anyone else talk to you this way?" I suddenly realized alarm bells were going off in the back of my mind. They'd begun with "excuse me" but hadn't really registered until now and suddenly a cold shiver ran down my spine.
Gloria laughed on the other end, but yet -- it wasn't quite her laugh. "Actually I don't think anyone talks to me this way, but I can see why Mom likes you."
Mom? Oh shit.
"Melissa? Oh my God, I'm so sorry." Her laughter was all I got in response. My cold shiver turned into heat of embarrassment on my cheeks and ears.
"I, uh, don't normally speak to people I've never met that way," I confessed.
"If that's the way you talk to her all the time, I can see why she's so enamored with you. She told me everything about your weekend together; she can't quit talking about it."
"Everything?" I queried, wondering just exactly how much of "everything" she'd really told.
"Probably not everything, but I'm betting she's told me a whole lot more than you thought she would have." Hmmm. Interesting.
"We had a lot of fun."
"Sounded to me like it was just flat out 'hot'. I'm really glad you met her, you've made such a change in her life."
I heard some noise in the background and a "Who're you talking to?"
"Jim." Apparently, she handed the phone to Gloria as a moment later I heard, "Hello?"
"Is this Gloria this time?"
"Of course. Why?"
"I didn't realize your daughter sounded so much like you, and I, um, well -- I offered to tickle her clit with my tongue." Gloria erupted in laughter.
"You didn't!" Apparently, she again turned to her daughter, "Did he offer to..." She never finished the sentence; I could tell by her increased laughter that Melissa had confirmed it.
"I can't believe it. You're hitting on my daughter and you haven't even met?"
"Well, we have now. If she looks as good as you, maybe I should hit on her."
"Pervert!"
"You got it." I grinned to myself. "Speaking of perverted, what have you got going next week?"
"What have you got in mind?"
"Can you fly to Palm Springs say, Wednesday evening? I've got a job that should be finished then and I figured if you could fly out?"
She was quiet, for a moment. "Gee, Jim, I'd love to. It sounds like fun, but, uh, I'll have to check and see if I can afford the trip right now."
"The trip's on me Gloria, I've got so many miles I'll get you a ticket -- all you need to do is get the time off." ~ I stood in the terminal, watching the plane taxi in, the early evening shadows of the San Jacinto Mountains already extending over the field. Like most small terminals, there are still windows that non-passengers can view the field through. I waited outside the restricted area, spotting her headed toward me.
She slipped right into my arms; planting a hug and a kiss on me as her greeting. I barely kept my hands from stroking her body; there would be enough of that soon enough. I took her carry on and we started toward baggage claim. I'd told her to pack lightly, just a few things for going out at night -- but I didn't even believe she would travel with just a carry on like I do. Sure enough, she indicated she had a bag. As we stood waiting for the bags to come out, my hand around her waist slipped onto her bottom, a friendly lover's touch.
She leaned in to me and whispered, "Do you know what I did on the plane?"
I thought for a moment, came up with nothing. "Haven't got a clue," I acknowledged, shrugging my shoulders.
