I was nervous as I pressed the numbers on my cell phone. I had never been to Lola's home before and we had only met in person once for coffee several months before, but I could not fight the urge to see her again. So here I was early one warm spring morning calling her, and hoping for the best.
Well first let me give you some background on this story, I met Lola on line in a chat room called "Flirting Something or Other", not that it matters it's not important anyway. We just chatted for several weeks. Her profile said no cyber or phone sex. A horn dog like me normally would have moved on to find a dirty minded playmate, but she had a picture on her profile and let me tell you she is fine. So I whispered her, and we became online friends. This went on for a month or so, and our conversations became more intimate. Pretty soon they got down right erotic, and in time we did start having phone and cyber sex.
We talked to each other about our current partners. My girlfriend Tess; when we aren't fighting; drifts in and out of my life. Lola has a long-time boyfriend Ken. Who by the way is a Navy Reservist and at the time of this story had been recalled to active duty for several months; stateside. He had in fact been gone for a month already. I know what your saying, "Bad Marco, bad dog". Oh well what can I say, "She's fine!"
Anyway I was in town on business, and Lola gave me am open invitation if I was in town, to stop and say hello. It really was just suppose to be a friendly visit; I know your thinking, yeah right.
Lola answered her phone sleepily, "Hello."
"I'm at your front door beautiful let me in". I informed her.
"What? Where? Marco it's six a.m. You crazy fool"
"Heh...heh...heh." I knew she was still in bed, and even though she and Ken have an understanding about what they do when their apart, she would not want her nosy neighbor peeping me out. She quickly met me at the door wrapped in a silk Japanese kimono that was maroon with a golden lotus flowers print. She pulled me inside and poked her head out the door looking both ways to check if anybody saw me. She gave me a dirty look.
"Marco you know better hmmm...!"
She couldn't finish the sentence because a strong impulse caused me to take her in my arms and plant a big juicy kiss on her lovely lips. So there I was putting a serious lip lock on Lola before I even though about the consequences of my actions. Did I tell you the girl is fine! Well in a second she was pushing me back off of her punching me in the chest hard and swearing loudly at me.
"Oh shit you blew it Marco" I thought to myself. "I'm sorry Lola, really I'm sorry, I...I couldn't help myself, you just look so good."
Lola just stood looking at me, wiping the drool from the corner of my mouth with the sleeve of her robe, which had parted while she had pummeled me. I got a nice peep at her trim body; she was only wearing a small tee shirt and thong under her robe. I guess that was her PJ's.
They were red. Her thongs they were red before you ask. The tee shirt? I don't fucking remember, I just remember the red thongs. Anyway she saw me gawking and quickly yank the robe closed and tied the sash in world record time I believe.
She was still eyeing me wearily when she said "Go sit down, crazy ass."
I went and sat down on the couch; Lola went into her bedroom and shut the door. So there I was sitting there checking the carpet for lint thinking she was calling the cops to get me when she shouted through the closed door
"Can you make us some coffee?"
"Sure." I shouted back.
"The Mr. coffee is in the kitchen." She yelled in reply.
"Well duh, where else would it be?" I replied
"Smart ass." Was her come back line.
So I went in the kitchen and found the coffee fixing's and made the coffee. I could hear Lola brushing her teeth and hair, you know all the morning stuff you do when u get up. I heard the door unlock and Lola yell out asking if the coffee was ready. It was and she asked me to bring her a cup which I fixed it to her liking, cream, no sugar, and took her a mug.
I expected to see her dressed and playing in the mirror with her hair like women are prone to do in the morning, but the room was empty then I heard the shower coming on. Oh my, my, my. The mind thought of the possibilities. Maybe she wants me to join her or scrub her back or she may need a towel or...
"Do you have my coffee?"
"Sure babe." I replied strolling to the door like big poppa cool, sure I was going through that door. I tapped on the door and heard the click of the lock turn and the door open for me, well it opened about half a foot and an arm poked out from behind it and I put the mug in the hand and watch it pull back behind the door, which then slammed and clicked.
There I stood with Lola saying something to me thru the door. I yelled back I couldn't hear. I discovered that Lola has an annoying habit of talking to you through doors, but damn it there was a naked woman on the other side of that door so I stayed and tried to converse the best I could.
So there we were Lola and me talking thru the bathroom door as she showered and dried and finally emerged with a bottle of lotion in her hand. She was wrapped in a towel with another around her head turban style.
She asked me if I was going to behave for the rest of my visit or would she have to ask me to leave. I promised good behavior so she asked me to lotion her back.
Which I did, and that's all I did. She lowered the towel wrapped around her to expose her toned back and I applied the lotion on her back. Then she asked me to get out so she could finish herself. Damn!
Well she continued talking to me through the closed bedroom door now. I didn't mind really because I was hoping she didn't see the swelling that was sticking down my trousers leg. She had to keep repeating herself because I couldn't hear that very well through the door and she had her music playing in the background. She asked if I could hear her and I said "No not really."
I was expecting her to stop talking and finish dressing before our conversation continued. It was all small talk anyway, you know how you been, what are you doing in town, why are you at my front door you crazy man? That type of stuff.
Well she wanted to continue, so she waltzed out the bedroom wearing the silk robe and she continued to lotion her legs while we talked.
I really wasn't paying attention to the conversation; I was to busy watching her smooth the lotion onto her skin. I was mesmerized watching her polished nails move over her pretty painted toes and long lovely legs.
They were red. Her nails they were painted red, yes both fingers and toes, fire engine red I think. When she stood up and put her foot on the coffee table so she could lotion her thighs I thought I was going to nut in my shorts right there. I did hold it back and she completed her task and sat back down curling her legs underneath her.
We chatted some more drinking our coffee, about this and that. Lola need a refill and went into the kitchen. I watched her moving slowly away from me. Man she's fine!
