Sally was so brazen that night at Angela's. I had just met them all, proper seniors in plush environs, obvious money. The party was for Angela's dog, who I had found almost frozen to death, and had nursed back to health. This sort of made me a minor celebrity among them.
I stood out for another reason: I was 25 and the youngest after me was probably 60. Most people were polite, seeing me as Angela's new friend, but not Sally. Apparently Sally has a thing for men, younger, older, tall, short, fat, skinny. And she took a liking to me, immediately.
Not being a part of the upper crust, I felt out of place, sipping unblended Scotch from crystal glasses. When Sally engaged me in conversation, it was clear that she had designs on me, telling me she was going to steal me away from Angela, who I barely knew.
Although Sally is married, she made it clear that they have an arrangement, and that she was available, slipping her business card to me, before drifting off.
Things went well with Angela, we had a brief fling, but the age difference wasn't conducive to anything ongoing. It was fun while it lasted, and I came away with an appreciation for older women: Angela turned out to be a real cougar!
As your typical male, my pockets are usually full of papers, notes, odd items, and they get sorted about every 2 weeks. So it was with Sally's card.
I had forgotten about her, until I came across it. "Sally Rosen, Author," it said, with a phone number. I thought of her again, about 60, tiny, just over 5 feet, with a huge chest that she liked to showcase. Her face was attractive, and I imagine she had a nip and tuck done at sometime. Nothing blatant. Made me wonder if those boobs were originals, or maybe just tightened up.
She had blonde hair, pulled up in a bun, accenting eye shadow that drew you to her greenish eyes. I had never been hit on so obviously, and was curious about her.
I fingered the card. It was a Friday morning, I had nothing to do, and decided to call her. She had aroused me at the party just by talking, maybe she likes dirty phone chats?
A receptionist answered, "Sally Rosen's office, may I help you?"
"Yes, can I speak to Sally?"
"Who's calling, please?"
"I'm calling about a six-foot hero she ordered." That was the code she told me to use, so she would know it was me. After all, Sally was married, even though they had an arrangement.
After a moment, the phone clicked. "Hello?"
"Hi, I don't know if you remember me..."
"Yes, of course! I'm so glad you called. I'm in a meeting right now, would it be possible to call you back shortly?" She sounded so professional, not like the horny Mama with the big tits.
"Oh, sure."
"Just give your number to Denise, and I'll get back to you, thank you for calling."
I left my number with the receptionist and in 15 minutes, my phone rang.
"I wondered if I had scared you off? After a week, I figured you had moved on and forgotten all about me! How are you? Still screwing Angela?"
I grinned. "A gentleman never tells."
"Well, I've heard enough about her to know she probably did you that night, with that silly dog watching!"
"Hey, don't knock the dog. It was him that got me to that party."
