Another of my wife's friends who I liked a lot was Sondra. Only 58, she was the youngest of the Dallas School Girls; younger even than me.
Sondra called to say that Roxanne had mentioned I was in town. She asked if I'd like to stop by for coffee. I said I'd love to, and we set up a time early in the morning of the following day.
Sondra was a delightful woman. When first introduced, we hit it off right away, as my wife had predicted. "You and Tom have the same sense of humor." Tom was Sondra's husband of many years, and my wife was correct. He and I clicked immediately as well. Not only our sense of humor, but a shared interest in classic films and vintage cars.
Sondra might be described as "plump," but in that wonderful way that some women are round and soft and sexy. Zaftig, some might say. My wife preferred "Rubenesque," referring to the style of the Flemish painter who depicted all women with sumptuous curves.
When I arrived at Sondra's house, I found her sumptuous curves draped in a soft yellow sun dress, which complemented her shoulder-length blonde hair. Thin shoulder straps kept the bodice just high enough to display her ample cleavage, while maintaining modesty all the way down to just above the knees. She was wonderfully soft around the waist and backside. The fabric of the dress was just thick enough to keep one guessing if she was wearing a bra or panties. Her legs were bare, including a lack of shoes, showing off a fresh pink pedicure.
"Perfect timing. I was just setting the table."
Sondra indicated a chair at the dining table and began pouring coffee as I sat down. Her own chair was very close to one side of mine. The fragrance of fresh coffee mixed with her light perfume.
I figured I would start the small talk. "Will Tom be home soon?"
"Oh, no. He's in New York on some big sales deal. Must be lots of money at stake, to not do it by video call these days." Then she took a breath and changed the topic to what it seemed everyone wanted to talk about. "You know, we all miss your wife just terribly. I know it must be harder on you not having her around, of course. I can't imagine what I would do if Tom was taken away. Even when he's only gone a few days, I get so very lonely."
After the week I'd had, I tried not to read too much into her transparent comment.
"It's such a shame you had to move so far away. We're all worried about you. The Dallas School Girls, I mean. You know if you need anything, we're all here to help in any way."
I had to chuckled. "Yes, I've been getting that impression."
A blush snuck up Sondra's cleavage to her cheeks. "Ah. You know I talked with Roxanne, then."
"So you said."
"And Meryl."
I had to chuckle. "Meryl, made me promise to not tell any of you."
"And Janice, of course."
"Of course." I took a sip of the coffee to give her a chance to decide how to continue.
"The word is out, you see? Women talk, of course, and rather than spread untrue rumors, I wanted to ..."
She was interrupted by a faint chime from the nearby laptop.
"Excuse me a moment."
She opened the screen. "Hm. It's Tom. This won't take long."
She got up from her chair, swiveling the laptop so the screen faced the chair opposite me. She sat in front of it and held a finger to her lips before answering the call.
"Hello, darling. How are things going?"
Tom sounded tired on the other side of the call. "Well, you know. Meetings on top of jet lag on top of rich food. The usual."
"I'm so sorry, Tom. I hope you get some sleep soon."
"No such luck, I'm afraid. Cocktails in the hospitality suite in an hour. With luck, a little alcohol will help me close the deal."
Sondra giggled. "It always works with me."
I tried to be quiet as I choked on my coffee.
"That is true, you sexy boozer, you."
They both laughed at their private joke.
Tom continued, "Speaking of sexy, I see you're wearing my favorite sun dress. What's the occasion?"
Her eyes flashed to me for an instant before she answered. "Nothing special. It's a beautiful day here and I was thinking of you."
"You were, huh? Were you thinking of the time you wore that dress on the back patio?"
"Oh, Tom. I'm blushing."
"Remember how I took it off you? From the bottom, up? I remember kissing your ankles, then your calves. I crawled under that skirt and licked your thigh."
"Tom ... honey ..."
"And when I looked up, I saw your bare pussy. No panties. Which made me wonder if you had a bra on."
"I didn't."
"I found that out later. Your cunt smelled as sweet as a spring breeze. I licked and fingered you until you came on my face. Right there in the back yard." He chuckled, then, "Sondra, are you wearing a bra now?"
"In fact, no, darling. Just me home alone. Why would I?"
"Why indeed. In fact, why wear the dress at all?"
"I suppose..."
"Take it off for me, hon. While I watch from a full time zone away. Show me those luscious tits of yours."
