Arthur could not believe the experience he'd enjoyed with Caitlin. Right after their tryst in his apartment, Caitlin had explained that she had a trip planned for the coming week, but that she would think about him. Specifically, she told him: "Can I take a picture of your cock to keep me company while I am away?"
This was very new to Arthur, but he gave his okay, with the proviso that she not show his face. "You big silly," she said, "I already know what you look like; it's your cock I want." And she took at least three photos right there with her phone.
Arthur was excited at being a cock-model, but it was so very strange and new that he forgot to ask for her photo. And she was now gone for almost 10 days. He would have to make due, but first, he needed to recuperate from the amazing experience Caitlin had given him.
A few days passed and Arthur did not hear from Caitlin. It was strange to him as they had not exactly committed to each other in any way, but the exchange had been so intense that he found it difficult not to attach more meaning that probably he should. But FUCK! he thought. That amazing body and her skills on his cock were incomparable. He'd had plenty of blowjobs but the one from Caitlin had been as good as he could recall... and recall he did.
Like most of her generation, Caitlin did not call Arthur when the time came to reach out. No, she texted him of course. He almost missed it because his phone was really only on during his work hours. But he did see it. She was telling him about some of the activities and fun she was having. There was swimming, sunbathing and lots of dancing, too. "And, oh, here's a photo for you to keep thinking about me," she said.
Attached to the message was a very close up shot of her pussy with her fingers holding apart her lips so that she could insert... was that a carrot?!
Arthur lost no time replying to her text, but then second-guessed himself and cancelled it before sending. He did not want her to think him desperate or insecure. He decided to reply the next afternoon. By lunchtime the next day Caitlin had texted him again: "U didn't get my msge?" she asked. "I hope it didn't go to the wrong number!!"
Arthur was on the keyboard five seconds after reading this new note. "I definitely got your amazing photo and I love that you did that. In fact, I am looking at it right now and missing you. Missing your pussy."
She replied right back with a "C U in 2 days." And that was it.
To say the time passed slowly for Arthur is an understatement, but he made it. Caitlin called him within an hour of arriving home. It was already 10pm so he expected to have to wait one more night, but she surprised him again: "Can I come over? Now? It's not too late, is it?"
"I am a night-owl so no problem, besides, I rather missed you so it will be good to have you back. When can you be here?"
"About 10 minutes — I'm already on my way."
'Trust that girl to know what she wants,' thought Arthur, and before he knew it, she was ringing his answerphone and headed up the elevator. Arthur debated whether he should greet her in his birthday suit at the door. Then he chickened out, too early he decided.
Caitlin's arrival was a joy for Arthur, but clearly she had also been anticipating this visit. She traipsed right in, grabbing him by the hand as she made her way to the scene of their earlier activity.
The room as lit by two small lamps on either side of the picture window, but there was plenty of light. Arthur started to close the curtains but Caitlin stopped him, "don't close those, it's a beautiful night."
"But people might see in," he countered.
"So? All the way to the sixth floor? Besides, it's kind of exciting knowing someone could be watching, don't you think?"
Rather than debate the point and showing her he might be a bit of an old fuddy-duddy, he acquiesced, secretly agreeing that maybe having someone watching was kind of exciting. "You got it!" he told her.
Caitlin brought a bottle of wine out of her satchel and asked Arthur to get some glasses. "You like red wine, of course?"
They sat facing each other on the sofa, drinking their wine and hesitating. It was almost as if each of them was second-guessing the speed of their earlier encounter. After all, it had only been about an hour in the seducing, and a couple more naked together. And they had not even consummated anything, just a little oral, okay, a lot of oral, but that was it.
Arthur took a good look at Caitlin, reclined gracefully across from him, scanned his eyes up and down her body. She was not wearing quite the outfit from the café, but this look was just about as good in his mind. She wore Adidas running shoes with little pompom sockettes and was bare-legged. Next came a fairly short burgundy coloured skirt, stretched tightly across her thighs and inched up many inches above her knees.
On top she wore a loose rose-coloured blouse through which her darkish nipples showed slightly. The blouse had three buttons undone at the top, leaving only a couple to do the job. Arthur could see the curve of her breast from his angle, a view he lingered on as Caitlin watched him.
In turn, Caitlin was giving him a once-over. He was in tennis shorts and a knit shirt, nothing special, but the white fabric of the shorts were doing nothing to constrain his growing manhood. That he had specifically removed his boxers before she arrived might make things a bit more fun later. For now, it helped showcase his thickness. Caitlin was appreciating her view of Arthur's crotch as he was enjoying her well-formed breasts and peeking nipples.
