How could I explain what happened to me? One day I'm living a normal life. The next thing you know, my whole world is turned upside down.
I remember waking up that day feeling great. It was the end of a perfect week. My speech in support of the new text amendment the village wanted went better than I thought it would. I met all my project deadlines. By the end of this day, I'd be home and relaxing for the entire weekend.
Getting out of bed that day... I remember so well the feeling of a job well done. I slipped on my robe and walked downstairs and headed for the front door. Opening it, I bent down to pick up the morning paper that wasn't there.
Damn, I thought, looking around. I had to walk down toward the front yard gate. As usual, the paperboy missed the porch by a mile. After picking up the paper, I looked around, sighing with pleasure when I saw the brilliant sun colored sky. Smiling, I went back inside. It was going to be a good day.
Once in the kitchen, I actually took time to grind coffee beans, something I usually only did on the weekends. As the coffee brewed, I went back upstairs into the bathroom. I was about to open the door, when the phone rang.
"Hello," I said.
No answer.
"Hello?" I asked.
Hearing raspy breathing, I stayed silent, suddenly feeling a chill. Pulling my robe tighter around me, I waited.
"I hope you wear something sexy to work today. Just the thought of you in something silky or lacy makes me hot."
Click. I gripped the phone so hard, my knuckles turned white. Trembling with fright I hung up the phone. Who was that? I wondered, shaking at the thought that someone I knew could call me like this.
"Calm down," I said out loud. "Take a deep breath."
I stood against the wall, thinking over the words. I decided that it was a prank obscene call. I heard about them all the time. Someone calls a made up number and takes a chance that a woman answers. That's all it was, I decided as I headed into the bathroom for my shower.
Turning on the hot water faucet to let the water heat up, I removed my robe and looked in the mirror. I liked what I saw. I wasn't one of those women who always found fault with their bodies. Oh, I knew that I would look better with a few less pounds, but overall, I looked pretty good for my age. My red curly hair was still thick and long. My breasts sagged ever so slightly. I frowned, remembering my promise to start exercising. My stomach was pretty firm and my ass was round and high. Telling myself that I would make that call and find an exercise class, I adjusted both faucets, turned on the shower and stepped in.
Feeling the warmth of the water as it hit my neck and shoulders, I forgot about everything except my shower. The water felt so good as it beat on my back. I got my herbal shampoo and worked the soap into my hair. Between the scent and the hot water, I was again in a perfect mood. I picked up the soap and rubbed it into my upper arms and chest.
I was getting aroused as my hand pushed the soap over my breasts. My nipples hardened. Closing my eyes, I massaged them until they felt ready to explode. I held one of my breasts from underneath and moved the thick soapy lather all over the outside with my fingers spread wide. My thumb reached the light pink aureole and lightly grazed the area just below my nipple. I heard myself beginning to sigh as I moved my other hand holding the soap toward my pussy. Rubbing it over my closed lips, I knew that in a moment I could make myself come.
While still massaging and teasing my nipple, I dropped the soap, letting my sudsy hand glide down my center crease, fingers easily sliding down the length of my cunt. It was so slippery and wet with the lather and water that I was able to push two fingers inside. Turning my hand, I touched my hard clit with my thumb, rotating the hard shaft in little circles to match the pace of my fingers on my nipple. The water on my neck and back felt soothing, my nipples were hard and my clit quivered as I fucked myself. Within seconds, I came. I'd swear this was one of the most intense orgasms I had experienced in quite a while.
When the explosion stopped, I was so spent I couldn't have moved, even if the water had turned icy cold. Within a few minutes, my breathing returned to normal and I relaxed. Suddenly there were tears in my eyes. Pretending it was only water I quickly finished my shower and got out.
Drying myself with a towel, I again looked in the mirror and couldn't fool myself. The tears were for real. It had been so long since I had felt a man's touch. Despite all my successes, I was still alone. I didn't even have a once a month lover. I tried to convince myself that I loved my life, my freedom. But at some point, the last night with Patrick always interfered. I knew that I loved living with him, wanting him, and needing him. But it was not ever really meant to be. Not that I wasn't ever asked out. A few guys had tried, some more than once, but I wasn't interested at the time. Sometimes I wondered if I would ever be interested in any kind of a relationship again. I knew if I thought too much about this, I would drive myself insane. So, shaking off the blues, I finished drying off. Sprinkling on powder, I felt some sort of normalcy in my mood return.
"Thank heavens for herbal shampoo and powder," I laughed.
Walking back into the bedroom, I thought about what to wear. I pulled out my beige lacy bra, snapping it in front. I stepped into the beige lacy bikini panties, pulled on a garter belt and rolled up my stockings, snapping them in place. I walked to the closet and took my light tan dress off the hanger. Buttoning it down the front, I slipped into dark brown heels. Walking downstairs, I brushed my red curly hair as I headed into the kitchen.
Pouring myself a cup of coffee, I glanced at the paper as I added cream and sugar. I was just getting engrossed with the headline when the phone rang. Picking it up I said, "Hello."
Silence.
"Hello?" Silence.
