Isn't it strange how one simple act can have so many after thoughts and eventually lead to something that you never believed possible. A text, a simple text led to more fun than I have had in many a year. There I was happily getting on with my life when a text arrived.
All it said was "Chelsea can't make tonight, stuck at work."
In an age of texting a few miss directed texts have come my way from time to time and up until this point I had always ignored them, however I was in a good mood that day and didn't want to see Chelsea stuck waiting.
So I text back, "Chelsea will be even more annoyed now, you've sent your text to the wrong number."
Then promptly got on with my life, some minutes later my phone rang and a halting woman's voice on the other end wanted to no why I had sent her such a text, it took me a few minutes to tell her all the details and once realizing that she had indeed sent the message to the wrong number.
I then added "for what it's worth tell her your going to be late and have yourselves a goodnight out, why waste an evening," she thanked me and hung up.
Like I said, a simple act and far as I was concerned that was the end of it. That was until my phone rang in the early hours, when I managed to wake myself from my slumber enough to answer it, loud music blasted through, it took me a moment to adjust to the sounds and had just decided to put the phone down when a giggling voice on the other end managed to make herself heard above the noise, I had a drunken Chelsea thanking me for getting her friend to come out after all and make it a great night out. I laughed and said she was welcome and the phone call ended, I had deleted the number at the end of our original conversation and couldn't understand why she hadn't done the same, I had even asked Sandy some time later as to why she had kept my number, all she said on the subject was ‘instinct,' and promptly moved on.
Over a period of time Sandy and I would text, we talked for many a happy hour on the phone and even mailed each other, our conversations ranged from her going out with her friends to her latest boyfriend, even her work. I had never looked upon myself as a sounding board or advisor to anyone let alone a twenty three year old woman, yet I found her to be a staunchly independent woman who suffered fools badly, but also had a thirst for life and knowledge, not that I had realized it at the time but we had become great long distant friends, so there I was one late one evening and the phone rang.
As I answered it all Sandy said was, "I'm stuck in a hotel room at this stupid seminar, I don't fancy any of the blokes and I'm as horny as hell, how are you at phone sex.?"
There are times when your senses come back to you just as your phone slips from your fingers and drops to the floor, well, this was one of those moments. Even though we have talked about most things in our lives and have done in some very frank details, Sandy still manages to catch me off guard sometimes with her frankness and honesty, so you appreciate that when someone phones you and demands phone sex from you this instant, I was well within my rights to drop the phone.
I phoned Sandy back, "are you sure you want this?"
I heard her fumble around and then she said, "yes, I'm sure hands free is switched on, I've both my hands available to me, give it your best shot."
I learned a lot more about Sandy that night, she likes to talk dirty when she's aroused, she gets wet very easily and when she comes, she's a moaner. She put the phone down a satisfied woman, however I was alittle troubled, to me it felt like a new chapter opening in our friendship, although we have both talked openly about many things we had never got this intimate at least not with each other, so for me it was a very disturbed sleep, Sandy was stuck in her seminar for two more days so I only got to talk to her again just before she left the hotel to return home.
She told me that she may have over stepped the mark with the phone sex and wanted to make it up to me, since she was returning home how about she make a detour and we meet each other half way, I had agreed and she phoned back later with the details. In total I had known Sandy six months and it had just accurd to me, that I didn't even no what she looked like, even when we talked via email we hadn't sent each other pictures of each other.
I think up until this point it wasn't something either of us had thought about in any great detail, she phoned me just before I arrived and wanted to no what I was wearing and to meet her in the bar. So there I sat, drink in hand sat at a table, I suppose I should have been alittle apprehensive, but the strange thing was, I was actually looking forward to finally meeting Sandy.
Her voice interrupted my thoughts, "Now that figures, I always thought your were white,"
I looked around at hearing a very familiar voice and there stood Sandy. I would put her at close to five foot five, with a huge smile across her face, she wore a business suit that highlighted a very nice figure.
I returned the compliment. "funny that, it never occurred to me that you would be black."
We both laughed as I stood and gave her a hug and we sat for awhile chatting about nonsense stuff, a waiter walked over and told Sandy her table was ready so we walked into the restaurant while we sat talked and eat. I started to notice more about Sandy then, she was left-handed, she wore her shoulder length hair loose, no makeup, her eyes although black had a sparkle in them that just kept you looking into them, a typical African nose and mouth. All in all a very attractive self-confidant woman and now I fully understood why she had so many admirers, I blushed slightly when I realized she had seen me checking her out.
She laughed, "like what you see?"
I tried desperately to move away from answering her question by saying "I would have been happy to continue just talking to you the way we have been you no, all this wasn't necessary."
We continued our conversation over coffee at a seated area away from the restaurant. Now I will put down what happened next to me being a bloke so therefore I was abit slow, while we were having coffee my nose obviously smelt something that my mind refused to process into words, then like a bolt of lightning it came to me and I blushed again, I was smelling Sandy's sex, Sandy realized why I was blushing and laughed again, that's something else I noticed about her,
She smiles with her eyes as well as her mouth, "I was wondering when you would notice, you had better come with me."
Sandy stood and held out her hand, I held it and as we walked down a corridor she told me that after the phone sex she had slept more soundly than she had in awhile and over the rest of the seminar had returned to her room when she could and went through what we had said over the phone and masturbated herself to another orgasm. By now we had stopped outside the door to her hotel room.
Sandy removed a door card, looked at me and said, "now I want to see if your all talk or can back up what you can do to me over the phone,"
I made a feeble effort to play hard to get and said, "suppose I have a headache,"
She laughed again as the door opened and gave me one of those looks that meant she had a cure for that as well. But I had started to have doubts, after all both of us have very strong personalities, the worry all this was taking both of us into an area that neither one of us had ever dreamt of, another was condoms, I hadn't brought any simply because I didn't believe that in my life time I would get to spend real time with a stunning young woman twenty two years my junior, who I truly liked a great deal.
I sat on the chair and asked her to sit on the bed, we've never been shy so I told her my fears, Sandy is wise beyond her years, she listened to me as I voiced my concerns, she got up and went to her case, firstly she pulled out a pack of condoms and then an envelope, sitting back on the edge of the bed.
She handed me the envelope saying, "my last boyfriends condom bust so I had this done,"
I looked at the contents and read it, Sandy had an std test done and this was an all clear report. I looked up from the report and our eyes just locked, I could see so much in those dark eyes of hers, the smell of her sex caught my nostrils even more now and seemed to be filling the room.