Michelle lived about 200 miles away and we'd never met; yet we were lovers. I used the phone to make love to her. She worked for one of my suppliers and we talked frequently regarding work, often with the odd innuendo thrown in. It started when she was having problems with her husband, a wagon driver often away from home.
To avoid using my works switchboard Michelle often rang on my personal mobile and when she rang late one evening I was rather surprised. She'd obviously been crying and said she'd rung me because I always listened. I did just that; I listened for about two hours, pausing only to give her my home number to ring rather than my mobile.
By then her anger had faded and she became more the Michelle I knew from work. By this time it was approaching midnight so I asked when her husband would be home, not till tomorrow I was told. Why does he leave a beautiful, sexy woman to sleep on her own, I asked. How do you know I beautiful, she asked. Simple, you told me when you described yourself I said laughing, and I notice you didn't deny being sexy I added. I'm not sexy enough for Larry (her husband) to want to come home to, she moaned.
To try and stop her slipping back to the state she was in when she rang I said, I wish I were there to show you how sexy you are. I wish you were too, she said. We both paused for a few moments as if we were taking a new path. On that we'd better call it a night I said, and let me go and dream about you. Ok, goodnight, speak to you tomorrow she said. About half an hour later the phone went again. Did you mean that, she asked. Mean what? That you wanted to dream about me. Of course I meant it, in fact I was just picturing you undressing for bed. You're just saying that because you're trying to cheer me up. If it cheers you up, great, but it does wonders for me too.
