When the phone rang, I wasn't expecting it to be her. To hear that voice. It was my ex-girlfriend, Randi. A voice I had heard a million times before, but at that moment, it nearly instantly turned me on. Sweet yet sultry. A slight hesitation, as if she knew she shouldn't be calling me.
Although our relationship had ended several years before, we had maintained a sort of friendship. The kind that took several years to rekindle, slowly, and carefully, so as not to affect the friendship. But as all relationships with exes tend to go, the sexual tension and chemistry we had, was always there. Waiting. It hung thick in the air. And as time went on, it became hard to ignore it. Our relatively infrequent emails had gotten more frequent, and sometimes, rather explicit.
And now, she was calling me. Whatever motivation she had, it was clear she was looking for something more.
"Hi... it's me," she said.
I took a breath - as if it was my last. Gulping it down, I finally broke the silence.
"Hi."
I could literally hear her smile. She always said she loved hearing my voice. She thought it was sexy. And it turned me on to know I could connect with her that way.
"I didn't know if you would pick up," she said.
"Of course I'd pick up! I love hearing your voice," I responded.
I wasn't kidding. As much as she loved hearing mine, her voice - her tone, her cadence, the way she said my name - made my heart skip. I could just imagine her on the other end, her thick blonde hair with just the right amount of curl and bounce, her china-doll face with her slightly up-turned nose and piercing blue eyes whose corners would crinkle as she smiled. She was really stunning. Creamy skin that tanned golden in summer. Beautiful, pert c-cup breasts with perfect nipples that begged to be sucked. A flat stomach that led to a perfectly trimmed pussy, and an ass that had me constantly on high-alert. I loved her body - and I made sure to worship it often.
She, in turn, tortured me relentlessly. Though, at my own doing. At my request, she almost always wore thongs - regardless of what she wore or where she was going. I loved running my hands up the back of her legs, bare or covered, and reaching the fold where her perfect ass and thigh met to check whether she had complied. She was a nurse too (which, naturally only heightened the sexual intrigue). I secretly loved when she would come over after her shift, still wearing her thin scrubs, so I could feel every curve and edge of her thong as it dipped into the v of her sculpted ass cheeks.
Normally, a phone call like this would not have raised any concerns. Although I was dating other people, I was still relatively unattached and free to indulge in a little fun. The problem was, she, was very much attached. Married, in fact. To a jerk of a husband who she had suspected of cheating on her from nearly the day they got married. It was a sad affair really.
He was a friend from childhood. When we broke up - for reasons too deep to mention here - she eventually sought comfort there. Eventually, they got married. But deep down, she knew it wasn't right. And her suspicions only grew as the marriage began falling further and further apart. Of course non of this mattered at this particular moment. The only thing I could focus on was her voice.
"I'm coming into Boston next week with my cousin Vanessa. Remember her?"
Of course I remembered her. She was a gorgeous equivalent of Randi - only brunette. With a darker complexion and brown eyes. I hadn't done anything with her, but I always had it in the back of my mind that she was very attractive, even while we had been dating.
"That's great!" I exclaimed. "I'd love to see you... I mean, if you think that's okay?"
"That's actually why I was calling," she replied. "I wanted to see you too. And of course it would be okay silly boy!" I loved how playful she remained with me.
"What brings you into the big city?" I asked. She lived nearly an hour outside of Boston. Which, if you're not familiar with the area, means you're basically in the sticks.
"Shopping," she replied casually.
"Shopping... for what?"
"Stuff I need..." she hesitated for a moment. "There's a big sale at the Victoria's Secret in town - one day only, and Vanessa had some pass she needs to use there. So we decided to make a day of it and come in. I figured we could hang a bit too. If you don't mind tagging along with my cousin."
Was she inviting me to go shopping with her? To Victoria's Secret? To buy underwear? My 20-something year-old-mind was juggling the possibilities and the risks. But really, what harm could there be in joining her? After all, her cousin would be there too, and we'd be in a totally public place! What could be the harm?
"Sounds interesting! Except maybe the shopping part." I'll admit, I was fishing a bit here. Trying to figure out what exactly she was looking for what level of participation she was expecting me to have in her big city visit.
"Oh, don't be such a baby," she said laughingly. "We're probably just going to go in for a minute anyway. It's not like you've never seen any of my underwear before anyway!"
Her voice in my ear, reminding me of what I had experienced and would potentially see again, instantly got me hard. Even if it wasn't on her body, knowing that I would see what she was buying before her own husband would, made accepting this experience too good to pass up.
"Okay," I agreed. "Let me know when and where to meet you and I'll see you then."
The following week couldn't come fast enough. I went to work, came home, spent time with my roommates and chatted with friends. But the only thing that sustained me, was the thought of seeing Randi again. She and her cousin picked me up at my apartment complex around 10am on a Friday. I had taken the day off, and didn't mind using up the vacation time I had accrued. It was summer in Boston - which means sweltering heat and humidity.
It also means short shorts, skirts and sundresses that leave just enough to the imagination to keep things titilating. She pulled up in her SUV, right on time, and barely stopped the car when she hopped out to give me a big hug. I had literally not seen her in person in over three years at that point. And this hug was the closest thing I had had to physical contact with her since our last sexual enterprise - the last hurrah before the final breakup. It was electric.
I literally felt my skin vibrate with her touch. She was shaking, but her eyes and her smile gave away her excitement the most.
"I missed you," she whispered into my ear as we held our embrace. It felt like minutes, but it was really only a few seconds. I could see, over her shoulder, Vanessa sitting in the passenger seat. I raised my hand, casually, still wrapped around Randi's body. I didn't want to let go. Neither did she. But decorum won, and we stepped back from each other for a moment.
"Wow..." I sighed. "You look amazing." And she really did. She had on a floral print sundress. A toffee colored print that gave way to white and pink flowers that hung delicately from two spaghetti thin straps on her shoulders, flared out as it wrapped around her breasts, revealing just enough cleavage to warrant at least a second glance, and fell effortlessly down to just above her knees. Not short, but definitely tantilizing. I smiled. As if reading my mind, she slowly turned - just enough for me to see the back of her dress setttle neatly and perfectly on her ass, with a slight crease that revealed that she most likely was wearing a thong, or perhaps nothing at all.
"You remember what I like!" I said.
