Wednesday was just another day: long hours at the office and the typical 5 o'clock traffic rush. I was finally through with my day. I hit the time clock, and was on my way.
That's when I noticed my phone ringing.
"Unknown caller," I thought to myself, "it's been a rough day, do I dare answer the phone right now? I could take a chance. Who knows, I could win the lottery, right? No way. I just want to get in my car and tune out. Go home, put my lounge pants and sit on my patio."
There was the phone again. I had a new voicemail. "What the hell, I can check the voicemail. I don't actually have to talk to anyone."
"Hey handsome, it's Jolene. I've been missing you. We should get together this weekend. You won't be disappointed! Call me!"
I have not seen Jolene in over a decade. It has been far too long since I have seen her. She had a way of making everything more interesting.
Jolene and I never really dated. We were more of the friends-with-benefits variety. Then she started dating some stuffy corporate-type, so my window was gone. But she's calling me again, after ten years. She must have lost the boyfriend, which can only be a good thing for me.
I started my car, and began my drive home. Though I shouldn't have to tell you, today was different than the other days. My mind was flush with ideas of what Jolene and I would get up to this weekend. I have learned plenty since we were together last. I would imagine she has as well. It will be like going to Sex Ed 302: the Advanced class. I nearly ran a red light, I was so engrossed in imagining Jolene's soft thighs!
After dinner, I called Jolene.
"Jolene, it's Brian. I got your message. I was driving, and was unable to answer my phone at the time. So, whats going on this weekend now?"
"Well Brian, my divorce from Michael just came through last week. I've been trying to decide what to do with all my new free time. I came across some photos of us from way-back-when, and had to see what you were up to. Are you free this weekend then?"
Divorced - ha, good riddance. I would definately take this opportunity, thank you.
"Ya, my schedule is clear this weekend. Once I get home Friday night, I can be free for whatever. I usually get home around 7:30."
"Great! I'll see you around 8!" Click.
My mind couldn't keep up with all the thoughts that began rushing into my head. What does she have in mind? Friday night wouldn't get here quick enough.
For the rest of the week, Jolene was the only thing I could think about. Lucky for me, the remainder of the week seemed to speed by. Before I knew it, Friday was here. I made sure the fridge was stocked, that the sheets were washed. Cleaned up around the house, because there's no telling where we'll end up.
I had everything as ready as I was able, and now there was just enough time for a quick shower. Quickly I wash up, getting in a last-minute shave and a splash of cologne for good measure. I grabbed a button up shirt, some chinos and a pair of loafers. I want be sure I still impress her after all these years.
7:53 PM
I looked at the clock, like I was a primary schooler waiting for recess. This was going to be good. I began to fidget, getting nervous, starting to think the worst of things.
7:55 PM
knock knock knock. *gulp*
It's go time. Time to find out how we've changed. Time to find out if were still like we were so long ago. Here we go.
I open the door, to find a stunningly gorgeous woman in a full-length royal blue kimono dress looking back at me. Her eye shadow matching the golden hues of the dress. I was instantly speechless. I felt like my tongue had swollen up, and all I was able to do was breathe.
"Hi Brian," she comments as she strolls right up to me, giving me a big hug and kiss. She smells like lavender, just like I remembered she used to. Completing her look was a moderate sized hardcase luggage on wheels, that would not look at all out of place rolling through the Tokyo airports.
"Felt like bringing a few things, did you?" I chuckled, "Come on in."
"A girl's got to be prepared. After all, she never knows where she may find herself at the drop of a hat." She puts her luggage in the corner, and wastes no time. Almost immediately, we are back in the familiar embrace of one another. It felt like time stood still.
Her skin was incredibly soft and smooth. She had learned well to take good care of yourself at every opportunity. I took her by the hand, and led her to the bedroom. I had no intention of waiting any longer than necessary.
I brought her luggage into the bedroom and set it aside. I turn and faced Jolene, "this kimono is exquisite, but it's gotta come off!" I undo her sash, and open the kimono where I am met by the perkiest pair of b-cup tits and a pair of thongs that match the kimono. "You always were a stickler for the details." Her skin appeared sun-kissed, as if she had spent the afternoon at the beach, but I knew this not to be the case. She had always had a natural-tanned look to her.
"Not so fast, sailor," she said, as she interrupted my attempts to peel her from what left she was wearing. She pulled me back to my feet, kissing and pulling on my lips. She wanted to make sure she drew this out as long as she could.