I woke up with a tremendous erection. I vaguely remember the dream that had helped to bring it on. I open my eyes to see it is barely 6:00 AM. With my right hand I reach back to grab my wife's leg to see if maybe we can wake up with a little morning tussle. But nobody is there. I roll over and the bed is empty. I slip out from under the covers and head for the bathroom, no one in there. I wander into the kitchen and see a note sticking out of my coffee cup. I am trying to focus my eyes and make coffee at the same time. The note says, "I had to leave early. Don't forget I have a late meeting. See you around 10:00 PM."
With the coffee perking, I sigh and walk back to the bathroom. My cock has lost enough starch that I don't have to stand on my head to piss, but still have to lean over and balance myself against the wall to force Mr. Johnson down to an angle to make my bubbles in the toilet. I finish my morning rituals and go back to the kitchen for coffee. I sit down and open the newspaper. But my cock is not going to let me concentrate on the news. I trudge to my home office. I boot up the computer and sit sipping coffee while Bill Gates opens up his windows. I zip into Windows Explorer and find just what I need, a picture of one of my pen pals. Looking at her gorgeous eyes and long flowing curly hair brings a smile to my face. It always does. How I wish we weren't separated by hundreds of miles. Or even that I had the nerve to just hop on a plane and surprise her. I am sure she would somehow turn it around to surprise me. Anyway, my cock has reached its morning stiffness while gazing at my princess. I languidly stroke my cock and drops of precum flow freely, allowing me to generously coat myself. I have no idea how much time has passed gazing at her beautiful charms but I can feel my balls start to pull up tighter. And then...
The doorbell rings. I look down at my computer clock and see 6:25 AM. Who the hell is ringing my door at this time of day? And then the second problem, how am I going to hide my hard cock when I answer the door? I lean my head around the doorframe and look toward the door. All I can see is the profile of a woman through the glass next to the door. The porch light isn't on, so I can't tell more. The hall light is on and I see a hand go up to her face as I walk her way. I opened the door a crack, "Yes, who is it?"
The voice that answers is not one I would have expected to hear in a hundred years, but I know immediately who it is. All semblance of sanity leaves me in a heartbeat and I pull the door open all the way and stand looking at a woman in the semi-dark of the porch that I have not seen in 20 years. I am staring in open-mouthed wonder and don't hear her giggling until she playfully says, "It seems you are HARDly ready for visitors this morning." Either the opening of the door or the thought of this vision in front of me has Mr. Johnson peeking through an opening in my robe and staring right at her. I cover myself moving back away from the door. "Come in, come in, would you like some coffee?"
"Am I interrupting something?" She smiled and looked at me with her dark liquid eyes.
"Yes, no, it doesn't matter, come in", I am stammering. Just remembering some of the exploring we had done in the past was making it more difficult to keep my cock covered and the aroma of her perfume and the swell of her breasts underneath her blouse was helping to keep the fire stoked. I had not smelled that perfume in years. Her full head of reddish curls bounced around her shoulder as she walked past me. Her hand brushed my cock as her stride took her past me. Damn, I almost shot off then and there. "Excuse me", she says.
I was quietly going through the lineup of the 1964 St. Louis Cardinals, so I barely hear her. I then notice she is already leaning against the kitchen doorway with a cup of coffee in her hand and I am still standing with one hand on the open door. I shut the door, making my robe again billow out and reach down to cover myself. Moving behind a recliner, I meet her eyes. She is definitely not helping. I can see her nipples have hardened and she is looking at the recliner like her stare alone can move it. "Umm, don't take this the wrong way, but why are you here, Dee?"
"Can't a girl look up an old boyfriend?"
"Well, sure, but before daybreak?"
"I didn't know your schedule. I thought I might even get to see the wife." She followed that announcement with a definite evil laugh. "I have not forgiven her for stealing you away. Of course, she really didn't steal you, I was stupid and gave you away."
It wasn't really her fault either. Her father got transferred and she had to move. We tried the long distance thing for a while but it was too difficult in those days. We had the mail, we had phones, but long distance was expensive and the mail took so long and who has time to wait when you are a teenager. Anyway, we had drifted on to other things in our life. We had heard about each other from time to time. All this went through my head in the time it took to sip my now cold coffee. That brought me back to reality and still I wasn't sure what Dee was doing here. I looked up and noticed Dee looking into my office. She looked over her shoulder at me and walked in. I kept my robe closed and followed her. "Dee, what are you really doing here? Is it business?" I knew she traveled all over. I thought she owned several travel agencies or at least used to. When she touched the mouse on my computer, the screen saver kicked off to show the sexy picture of my cyber friend spread over my 19" monitor. She stood and half turned to me, "A friend of yours?"
"Yes, a very good friend of mine. Maybe one day, we will even meet; at least that is my plan."
"Hmm, very yummy, isn't she? Do you think she would like me?"
"Maybe", I said, trying to sound unenthused. Who wouldn't like Dee? Dee is 5 feet 8 inches tall with coppery red hair, almost golden eyes, full round breast and legs that go on and on. Her ass still looks as tight as the last time I had seen her and she exudes a sensuality that makes mouths water, male and female. Her smile can light up a room like the noonday sun.
"Do you still like me, baby? I would love to show you how much I missed you. Would you let me do that?"
"Dee, I want to know why you are here?"
"Oh," flipping her hand like it really didn't matter, "I heard that someone hasn't been taking care of you properly." She looked at me with those smoldering eyes. I tried to keep my face expressionless. She read it anyway. "I see that they were right. Well, I kicked myself repeatedly for not coming back for you in college. And I cried when you married, but now all I want is to prove to myself that we still have the magic we used to have. I came here to either have a showdown with the Mrs. or find a way to get you out of town for the weekend. I now have an excuse to whisk you away."
"Oh, and what would that be? And what makes you think I will go?"
"Honey, a normal man would have lost that erection a long time ago, but you are still as hard as blue steel. Or at least a well-fucked man would have excused himself to put some clothes on. Not you, you are going to need fucked good for days to make you normal again."
