It had been weeks since Bobby and I had met at the hotel. Christmas and New Years had passed and family had left and still I hadn't heard from her. She had my phone number, my cell number, my address, my god-damned email and still nothing! I felt like such an idiot! She had done things to me I would never have allowed another woman to do. I was a self-proclaimed heterosexual and in one evening she had changed me forever. I no longer just looked at men as sex objects, but now I wanted women too!
One evening I was just finishing up paying some bills online when my phone rang. It was mother again, asking me to run some errands for her. She needed a few things at the store and didn't want to risk the roads with her bad eyesight. Quickly dressing, I drove to the all night Quickway and once inside set about picking up the few things on my mother's list. Walking down the dairy aisle, I was startled to hear a voice I recognized. Looking up I noticed two women chatting and shopping. One of the women was Bobby.
I must have made a noise, some small exclamation or something because both women looked up from their musings to see me gapping at them like an idiot. "Rena, how great to see you!" Bobby exclaimed walking over and giving me a brief, friendly hug. "Honey, this is Rena, I think I might have mentioned her before. She's a former co-worker of mine," Bobby explained, willing Rena to go along with her little white lie.
"Oh yes, of course," Bobby's wife, Lynn answered pleasantly. She was shorter than Bobby and more plump with small breasts and a fleshy ass. Bobby probably liked spanking that ass, I thought to myself. Lynn had short black hair and big brown eyes that seemed intelligent and kind. She seemed so nice as we all chatted for a few minutes, not at all the cold-hearted bitch Bobby had accused her of being. Flipping through my file-cabinet-like brain, I mentioned two co-workers of Bobby's that she had mentioned during our chats, hoping I sounded convincing. Having a history of getting involved with married boyfriends had paid off. I could retain the most useless of information.
"Well, I guess I should pay for this stuff and drop it off at my mom's," I finally said, eyeing Bobby with regret, wishing I could ask her to call me. I missed her so much.
"Are you doing anything special tonight? Going out with the boyfriend?" Bobby asked walking to the counter with her items.
"Umm, no, no, he's ah... He's away for the weekend," I answered wondering why she would make up a fictitious boyfriend. I figured we had fooled Lynn pretty well with our story and Lynn seemed like a nice lady who would never think a bad thought if it smacked her in the face.
"Yeah I know that feeling, I'm driving Lynn to her mom's after I leave here, right honey?" she said, looking at Lynn as she handed the cashier the correct change.
"Yes, my mom's got that bad stomach flu and isn't able to care for my dad, he's got Alzheimer's," Lynn explained, grabbing taking the plastic bag from Bobby. "So it looks like our weekend is screwed," she smiled walking towards the door, waiting for Bobby to finish our conversation like a good little wife.
"Yeah, so maybe we should catch a movie or something tomorrow," Bobby suggested, eyeing my tits beneath the tight black sweater I was wearing. Feeling my insides clench, I told her I'd like that and to give me a call.
Walking out with them to the parking lot I noticed how pretty Bobby looked with her light blond hair, she looked a little like an elf, a pretty, naughty elf. Her skin is so smooth and perfect, not a blemish and her lips red and full, like a blond, smaller version of Angelina Jolie. I couldn't wait for her to call me. I couldn't wait for tomorrow. Thankfully I didn't have to wait until tomorrow.
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Four hours later, I was in the tub and up to my chin in bubbles. My night had been shot after seeing Bobby. All I could think about was her and so instead of finishing paying those bills I had fantasized about the things we would do and ended up masturbating three times. I was drifting into another sexy fantasy when my telephone rang. "Hello?" I asked wondering who would be calling me at 10pm at night. The caller i.d. showed a private number.
"Hi Baby, it's me," Bobby answered smoothly. "Are you alone?"
"Yes," I breathed deeply into the phone, not expecting her voice. "Where are you?" I enquired hoping she wasn't far.
"I'm in my car, about 4 miles from your apartment. I could be there in 15 minutes Baby. Are you game?" Bobby's voice was like a feather to my insides.
"Yes, yes please, I'm game," I agreed, almost breathless at the thought of her coming to my apartment, of her playing with me again.
"I want you to unlock the apartment door right now Baby. Then go into the bedroom and wait for me. I want you naked. Do you understand Rena?" she ordered sternly.
"Yes, I understand," I answered quickly.
"Yes, what?" she enquired softly.
"Yes Mistress Bobby," I answered meekly and heard the click of the line being terminated. She wanted a game of submission, she would get it. I would do anything to keep her happy.
