It was already getting late as I glanced at the clock.
"9:30..." I thought to myself, "He was supposed to be here over an hour ago... maybe something's wrong."
I sighed to myself and stood from the cashmere sofa, then preceded to trip over the book that I had just laid on the floor a few minutes before. I grimaced at my injured ankle and gingerly picked up the Kama Sutra that Jay and I had bought yesterday. I sat the sex book on the oak table in the living room and walked slowly to the kitchen. I stood on the cold linoleum floor and as I was deciding whether I wanted to open the refrigerator to get a snack or pick up the phone to call Jay, my cell phone rang. My heart jumped as I sprinted back to the living room and dug it out of my new Prada purse.
"Hello?" I panted as I sat down on the comfy couch.
"Hey darlin!" His voice chimed at me from the other end of the phone.
I crossed my legs on the couch and frowned, "You were supposed to be here over an hour ago... I was worried! Where were you??"
The silence that followed told me that he was trying to think of an excuse.
"I... I had to work late babe, I thought I told you that yesterday."
He sounded exasperated at the very thought that I was suspicious of him.
"Whatever you say Jay... dinner's cold."
I used the very coldest voice that I could muster hoping that he would noticed how displeased I was with him.
His voice immediately warmed, "I was just hoping you'd still want to hang out tonight... if dinner's cold, I'll take you out! I mean, it IS your birthday after all!"
It had slipped my mind that I turned 24 today, it hadn't been much of a birthday what with work and all.
"I don't really want to go out tonight Jay... but I'll tell you what, why don't you stop by Tommy's burgers and pick us up something to eat? Maybe salvage what we have left of the night?"
"That sounds like a plan, any requests?" He asked innocently.
"Onion rings, please" I said in a sexy voice.
This was our game. We had a love/hate relationship. We were completely different in so many aspects it was hard to believe we'd been together for the better part of 3 years.
As I hung up the phone, obviously pleased with my man's attempts to make me happy, I lounged lazily on the recliner and let my hand slide down my short, silky black dress. Relishing the warmth of my own hand, yet wishing that it was Jay's. I pulled the garment up to my hips and admired my long tan legs.
I caressed my upper thighs, gliding across them with my soft fingers, sliding closer and closer to my wet panties each time. I rubbed at my crotch through the silky material, swaying my hips as my finger ground against my swollen clit.
Finding the panties an obvious hindrance to my objective, I slid the black see through thong off of my supple hips and down my smooth legs, dropping them on the floor.
I was a pretty attractive woman for 160 pounds. Standing 5'6", I had curvy, luscious hips and a nice 36D chest. With long dark brown hair and pretty brown eyes, I had my share of suitors. But I'd never met anyone who'd made me feel as important as Jay did.
We met by chance in a grocery store when I'd slipped and twisted my ankle, he helped me up and we ended up exchanging phone numbers and started dating soon after that.
Jay was a handsome man, at 6', he weighed about 200 pounds, with wavy dark red hair and beautiful hazel eyes, I found myself instantly attached to him.
Lost in thought, daydreaming about how we'd met, I didn't even notice the door open, and didn't seem to care when I saw him standing over me, fingering myself.
As I slid my finger in and out of my moist love canal, I bit my bottom lip and stared up at him in lust. Obviously pleased at the display in front of him, a bulge began to swell in Jay's pants. I watched him set the food on the table and before I could stop myself, I raised my finger to my lips and began to suck on it, tasting my juices.