So, lunch, a sandwich, came and went and I finished watching the porn around four o'clock in the afternoon. I made myself a coffee and went onto my apartment's balcony, sat down at the under the umbrella table and drank it, enjoying the wide view over the city's rooftops. It was totally open, and I wasn't overlooked as my apartment was on the ninth floor, right at the top. It was the second thing I had bought after qualifying, the first being the Lotus. I was wearing only my jeans as I liked to slum it at weekends as I had to dress smart for work every day and scrub up for each session.
I heard the phone go so I reluctantly went back in to answer it, assuming it was my Mother making sure I'd had something to eat or washed the pots and cleaned the bathroom. It was still a lousy, filthy, wet day and the rain hammered onto my glass patio doors all afternoon. It was dark and miserable, the wind howling outside. However, when I picked up the phone there was no-one there. It just clicked off leaving the dial tone as soon as I said "Hello". Thinking nothing about it I went inside, poured myself a beer and then went for a shower. Probably a cold call, I thought to myself, wanting to sell me insurance or PPI compensation or something similar.
Of course, as soon as I was in and soaked through the doorbell rang. I wasn't expecting anyone, so I cursed under my breath and thought 'perhaps they'll go away if I ignore it'. And so, nothing happened. Then it rang again. And again, and again. I switched off the water, pulled on my dressing gown and went to the door intercom; handily, and for security reasons it has a black and white monitor so you can see who wants to come in. It was Jen!
"Can I come in?" she asked through the rather tinny microphone. "Please?" She looked soaked through, her hair hanging wet and lankly against her head. I took pity.
"Sure" I said and released the door lock. "It's number 92". It looked like she had made the decision for both of us.
A few minutes later Jen knocked on the door, she was wearing a soaking raincoat and carrying a plastic supermarket bag.
"Been shopping?" I asked. "You look soaked through. Aren't you cold?"
"Yes and I am freezing cold. I'll show you what I've bought later if you want. It's nice to see we share the same taste in bathrobes, what are you wearing underneath it?" She asked me coyly. I could see where this was going to go and I was ready this time.
"Nothing, why?"
"Can I check?" she replied as she walked slowly over to me, swaying her hips as she moved.
I thought, why not? She did for me last night, and it was nice to be wanted, even though she was around ten years older than me. She kissed me on the cheek and reached inside my bathrobe and massaged my cock to an instant erection.
"O.K., I think you might want to come in first and shut the door. I don't think either of us would like an audience, would we? You've not been here before, have you?" I gasped out as she squeezed my cock before I led her through the small hall and into the lounge without her letting go of me.
"Do I get the full Royal tour? And why are you not wearing anything under that bathrobe? You know it's gone midday?" She asked me.
"Sure, where would you like to start? I was just in the shower which was why I was in the bathrobe," I gulped, realising straight away what she was going to say. "And seeing how cold you are you might want to use it to warm up?"
"The bedroom, yours first if there's more than one and yes, please can I use your shower first?" Came the immediate and very sultry reply. Her left hand pulled on the knot holding my robe at the front and pulled it loose. It gaped open and she pushed it off my shoulders to the floor, revealing all. It must have looked odd to anyone watching, her wearing a raincoat and me wearing nothing. "Will you join me?"
"No, warm up first. And I've been studying this morning and like I said, I was just having a shower when you rang the doorbell. Did you phone earlier?" I asked her.
"Yes, I wanted to check you were in."
We walked through the hall, her pulling me by my cock into the bedroom. It was not the tidiest I'd ever left it, and the bed wasn't made yet, but she didn't notice, or pretended not to if she did. She let go of me and looked around the room as she went to the large window which overlooked the city centre, turned and looked me right in the eyes and smiled. Her hands moved to the belt of her raincoat, undid it and unfastened the buttons, slowly. She let it fall just as slowly to the floor. She was wearing hold up stockings, high heels, make up, her golden dangling earrings and gold chain, perfume and nothing else.
"You drove across Manchester dressed like that. You're braver than I thought. What if you'd had an accident?"
"The paramedic would have had a treat. Maybe I'd have cheated on you with him before I'd cheated on my husband again with you."
She saw the disappointed look on my face and tutted. "I'm only kidding. I'm glad you looked jealous though. It means you want me."
"I do." I said limply. "But warmed up first and not shivering. Go have that warm shower."
"Is your bed comfy?" she said, giving me a look of pure mischievous evil. "Only, I've just got until four tomorrow afternoon, that's when everyone gets back and I have to be poor lonesome married me again. So just over 24 hours for you to make me smile again."
I left her to shower, looking forward to renewing our relationship, which I had thought was going to end quickly and in disappointment. The next thing I heard was the water flowing and the shower door closing. I went to the kitchen for some wine for her and heard the water stop. "Have you got a hair dryer?"
"Yes, its o the dressing table, right in front of you." I shouted back as I poured the wine. The rain was still hammering on the glass as I heard the dryer start. . A couple of minutes later I was taking a swig of my beer and I held out a glass full of ice cold wine. "Your bra looks damp, you can take if off if you want." I said quietly, but confidently I thought.
She unfastened the clasps at the back and let it drop to the floor. "My knickers are damp as well. Different reason though. Shall I take them off too?" She asked me smiling.
I nodded. She slid them down her legs and dropped them with her bra as she reached out and took the proffered glass of wine. It was difficult not staring at her. She was indeed very attractive, with a lovely figure and I struggled to put sex out of my mind while we stood just looking at each other. "Let's be honest, your stockings and shoes must be soaking so take them off as well."
Jen handed the glass back to me as she completely stripped. I'd forgotten my shower by now. "Are you hot enough now?"
"That's not for me to decide is it, but I am warm now? Do you think I'm hot?" She was cradling the glass in both hands now, having drunk a small sip. I simply nodded as she walked over and pulled my bathrobe off again. We were both naked now. "Come on, let's go to bed and have some fun?"
