It had been a while, maybe a year or more, since I had seen her, or heard the sweet sound of her voice. Now for some unknown, pleasant, reason she called.
"How are you doing sweetie" she said. I could feel a chill race up and down my body as the words came through the receiver. The sound of her voice had always excited me. She had this subtle, sensual, voice, which sent sexual fantasies of lust racing through my thoughts. She was so sweet, with an innocent personality, and she had no idea of the feelings she stirred within me.
"Fine," I said. "I have missed you." I could hear the sound of her breath on the receiver. I found myself daydreaming of my lips, touching hers, soft and moist. "Do you want to come over" she said. It was not a question I had anticipated. "We have a new patio for entertaining and would love for you to see it" she continued. I loved the thought of seeing her again. "Come on, don't think, just come and see our new place" she stated again.
"I would love to," I agreed. It would be nice to see all the improvements that her Husband had told me about. We had worked together for years. I considered him a close friend even though we rarely got to visit outside of work. I had always been able to trust him, with work related, and personal information. He had always joked about being a voyeur, watching others in those private tender moments. The thrill of watching a couple would be such an erotic turn-on. His confessions had always been, in a kind of joking tone, but I had always felt, in a strange underlying way, he secretly was a voyeur. "Great" she enthusiastically said. "Can you be here around seven." Once again the fantasies danced in my mind as the her words echoed in my head. "I'll be there" I said, "just keep the oil warm so I can rub it on your silky smooth body" I thought. I could feel my excitement as the crotch of my pants expanded. No, it won't happen, but it would still be nice to see her again. "Bye, Bye, sweetie, see you at seven" she said.
I had trouble concentrating on my work as the anticipation of seven o'clock was dominating my thoughts. No, it wasn't the thought of seeing them after so long, but the mental images and fantasies of her, which were the cause. There was also the underlying guilt for wanting her. She was my friends wife. A friend in which I could trust with any thing or information, and here I was, mentally taking his wife, wanting her, feeling her, caressing her, kissing her, "Stop it," I shook the thoughts from my head, yet I knew they would return. I had often thought of trying to seduce her into having an affair, yet my friendship with A.J., had always prevented me from walking too far out on that adventure, not to mention my lack of self confidence on pursing such a goddess. "No, an attractive woman such as her, married to ones friend, was destined to be a lover in spirit, to dance in and out of my thoughts during the day, and to control my dreams at night."
I remembered the first time I met Tam. She had come to visit A.J. at work. I had only been working with him a short time then. She walked in the door and immediately her beauty spread thought the room and filled the building. She was smiling and talking easily with those around her. You tell A.J. was proud to have her, and was more than willing to let the rest of us admire her. It was as if he could read our thoughts, and took pleasure in knowing them. I can't remember what it was that I said, but it was something off the wall, a joke or something, but her first words to me were "fuck you," and I immediately fell in love. Such hard words coming from those soft lips. I think it was at that moment, I could see the naughty girl, hidden within the most beautiful angel I had seen in some time. We often talked during those early days, Computers, printers, life, and often with small under tones of sexual innuendo that fed my fantasies. The day was finally winding down. Work had been difficult, but at least it had given me something to do, other than obsess over tonight.
As I approached the parking lot I could feel my excitement building. My heart pounded just a little harder, and my face felt warm and flush. A strange anticipation about seeing someone you have not seen in more than a year. Would she notice the extra weight I had gained from giving up smoking? Had I aged or lost some of my looks? Questions and doubt filled my thoughts, but I was going regardless. I felt this invisible hand pulling my soul to their house.
There were even more fantasy thoughts filling my head, it was as if they came in waves, trying to control my mind. I had always fantasized about her, but nowβ¦now the thought were different, somehow. It was as if they were growing and coming more often. I wondered for a moment if I would be able to control them as I drove home. It was as if everything I looked at became her. The tree swaying filled my mind with the curves of her hips, beckoning me. The warm wind coming in the window became the breath escaping her lips. I could almost smell her sweet scent as the thoughts continued. "Nooooooo," stop it, I said aloud to myself. "It will just be dinner with some small talk. I can not let these thoughts continue," But he knew he would not be able to stop them, at least not all of them.
I came in the backdoor on a full run. I wanted to shower and get ready as soon as possible. The hot shower water felt good as it flowed from the faucet. I turned so I could wash my hair and let the water run down my back. As I leaned my head back the fantasies of hope and desire once again began flooding my mind. I envisioned her standing naked in shower at the same moment, also preparing for the night. Her thoughts were mirroring mine, erotic, sultry, and full of lust. I closed my eyes and the ensuing darkness turned into fantasy.
The warm water became her fingers, caressing my back from the back of my neck to my lower back. Her fingers were warm, gentle, and soft. I could feel the mist of her lips as they touched mine, moist, and warm. Her other hand was pressed on my chest, and it too would slip downward, massaging, and caressing. Time was lost, as I was now being controlled by her. The way she moved against my body, in streams of warm passion. I could feel my body swaying as the fingers on her hand streamed down my chest, back, and parts only she now knows. Her face was smooth and relaxed. Her hair was wet and the water was running down the sides of her face. Her eyes were locked with mine, and I could see a small smile at the corners of her mouth as she touched my lips with one finger then let it trail down below my waist.
She began nibbling at my neck, and I could feel the passion, burning within my groin, which began to throb. As she continued to kiss and bite at my neck, she began to slowly work her way down. I felt her lips on my stomach, her hands on my butt and the throbbing became more intense. As her warm lips wrapped around my throbbing member, I could feel the blood cause it to swell. It was then, of all times, I opened my eyes, It was not her with me at all, but a fantasy, with my own hand wrapped around my manhood. "It could not have been," I said aloud. "It was as if she had really been here, Hell, she had been here," I thought. "No, I'm just losing my mind, or maybe the thought of her is more than my mind can handle." I looked over at the clock. My god, it was 6:08 pm, "Had I been in the shower for more than an hour?" It did not matter now, because I was running late.
The drive over was going to be long and hard, as they lived on the other side of the city. I found myself driving much faster than usual, weaving in out of traffic, in an attempt to get there sooner. The radio was playing but I didn't matter, as the songs were not registering in my mind. Truth be known, nothing was. Except the thought of seeing Tam once again. The erotic temptress which had somehow, with on call, taken over the thoughts that control my mind. I could see the exit just ahead which would take me to their home. It seemed to take much longer to get to it than it should have, but here I was pulling off the highway at last. Just a few more streets and stop signs.
Their neighborhood at changes some since the last time I had been their. The trees were a little bigger, and yards more green. I could see the house now. It was very nice, and I could tell that A.J. had not been exaggerating about his lawn and flowers. He had done a lot of landscape work, in fact it was probably the nicest lawn on the block, if not in the neighborhood. I pulled up front and glanced at the front window. "Could I see her through the blinds. No, not even the hint of her body." I did not see A.J.'s car. Maybe he had not made it home yet. He also had a long drive, and often got held up for a variety of reasons at the lab.
"Maybe long enough for me," No, damn it, stop thinking like that," I told myself again. I walked up drive, took a deep breath, and pushed the dimly lit doorbell button. Some soft chimes could be heard through the door. I could once again feel the pounding in my chest. It seemed like an eternity, but then I could here it. Footsteps, soft, but coming towards the door. The pounding in my chest became harder. "I am going to die right here, before even seeing her again." I could here the lock turn, and the door opened. Before I could even get a glimpse of her, she grabbed, and hugged me.
"It is so good to see you again," she said. I could feel her squeeze my neck a little harder as she said it. It made me feel good. The pounding in my chest seemed to ease somewhat. She stepped back, and I could once again see why she occupied so much of my thoughts. She was shinning light in a dark world. It was if god had given her the ability to glow. Her personality radiated around her, and infected all that stood near. She was to say the least, "a goddess!!!" She was wearing a white shirt, with buttons down the front, that led the way to snapped pear of tight jeans.