Literotica readers are encouraged to read my other stories, vote on them and leave comments about them. This story occurs many years after I left the law enforcement field. As yet, the entire story has not unfolded. But, this is the beginning and tells the tale of one of the sexiest women I have ever come across. Macy, a Goddess for our time. I hope you enjoy it.
It began with just another business call to one of our vendors two thousand miles away. On that first day I learned our account had been transferred for service to a woman named Macy, who would be replacing the recently retired Ethel. Ethel had been with the firm for nearly forty years before filing her papers and moving to North Carolina where she would live out her remaining years with her daughter and her family. I learned all this in a thirty second conversation with the receptionist, who then put me on hold to await Macy.
“This is Macy,” she said as she answered my line in a voice sent from heaven. It was soft, yet sensual; feminine and having an instant effect on my masculine parts.
“Hi Macy,” I replied before giving her my name and telling her what I was calling about. Despite my reaction to her, I needed to keep this on a friendly but professional level. We chatted briefly and I continued to be entranced by that incredible voice.
Several months went by during which I had frequent conversations with Macy. Naturally I fantasized about what she might look like but I never acted on those fantasies. Then, one day she kind of broke the ice by telling me that she was divorced. She just kind of dropped it into the conversation, in between telling me about an invoice that was due and how was our company stock doing. I doubt she meant anything by it, but women can be wily, so you never know.
Nevertheless, our conversations grew longer and friendlier. The actual business that took place between Macy’s company and mine became secondary to our personal repartee.
I learned that Macy was a tall redhead, in her early 30’s. She ran in short marathons in her far west home state. She lived alone, except for two cats and was finishing college at night. She had a boyfriend who bored her to death and was on his way out, if she could find a way to boot him without hurting his feelings. I suppose her asking my counsel on the subject was the beginning of our discussions becoming more intimate. During this time I mentioned to Macy that her voice was tres sexy and that I had often been aroused at the sound of it. I joked that when I called her, I had to move my chair back from my desk to prevent the thumping from my trousers on the underside of the desk. Macy cracked up at the idea, especially when I gave myself the nickname “Thumper.”
Macy and I developed a very comfortable friendship, often discussing matters of a sensual nature. I think we were both surprised that we enjoyed the company of each other as much as we did. Macy is twenty five years my junior but that never once interfered with the level of trust that was developing between us. As it turned out, we are very much alike in many areas. We share common politics, taste in music, even a mutual dislike for shopping.
I found myself making up reasons to call Macy. Our conversations became quite lengthy, almost never taking under 30 minutes. We would talk about anything and everything, laughing our fool heads off like a couple of school kids. Macy was very special and I loved every moment we spent together. Developing a caring for a person on the other end of the phone seems odd. But, for Macy and me, it just flowed as naturally as it could be.
Unknown to me, one of the other guys in my office was speaking with her, though not on an intimate level. But, he was able to persuade Macy to email him a picture of herself. He showed it to me when it arrived. The picture quality wasn’t the greatest; it was quite blurry. But, it was easy to see that it was a photo of a very attractive young woman with light hair and eyes and a gorgeous smile. On seeing it, I developed that familiar feeling in my loins, a feeling that was making itself known with increasing frequency. Macy definitely had an admirer; an admirer whose temperature rose at the thought of her.
A couple of times I have had to give myself a talking to about Macy. It is one thing to have an innocent flirtation with her. It is another to have vivid fantasies about her. And vivid they were. I was able to picture her in my mind and put the two of us together in scenarios that were likely to never occur.
One such scenario, took place just a few days ago, just before I went to bed. I sat on my favorite recliner, naked, with the chair all the way back. I turned off the light and put an Itzhak Perlman cd in my player. I closed my eyes and pictured a hotel room, overlooking the ocean. I could see myself fussing and fidgeting, obviously stressed out or anxious about something. I paced back and forth in my boxers. Then, a knock at the door and a smile came to my lips. She was here. She was really here. I tossed on a t-shirt so as to mask my desire to grab her and throw her on the bed, while tearing her clothes off. I went to the door and let her in. This was the first time I ever got to see her in the flesh. She was stunning; everything any man could hope for. I let her in, grabbed her bag and led her to the main part of the room. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I know it isn’t polite to stare, but I was way beyond polite and simply could not help myself.
