His voice on the phone today sent shivers through me. I had only spoken to him once, yet I could see him in my mind. Tight jeans, boots, a tight shirt to caress his hard, hot, damn my mind is wandering again. I need to get this paperwork done before the 5 o'clock deadline. Just a little more tweaking and it will be ready to send out. Even working at home, I need to keep to my schedule.
"What now," I say as someone knocks at the door. I'm the only one home, and not expecting company, maybe I shouldn't answer it. I go to the door, look through the peephole enjoying the sight, but still ready to turn away when the man at the door says "baby, it's me." I almost cum right there. That's my dream voice, the one I was just talking to on the phone.
I look again, he's just as I imagined, jeans, boots, I don't hesitate to open the door. I ask "How did you find me?" I'm waiting for his answer, but my eyes stray to his cock. He is straining at his seams. "Baby, we can talk later, I need you now," I say as I take his hand and lead him inside. All my inhibitions are gone after hearing that voice, seeing that body at my door. I can't see anything else but my hands and mouth wanting to take him and make him moan with desire.
We step over to the bar. "Can I get you anything, baby?" I say.