It was the day before my birthday, and I had asked Lily to join me at the Detroit Piston's game that night against Chicago. It was hard for Lily to get away, as she was in the process of filing for divorce, and didn't want to cause a stir, or provide ammunition to her abusive husband who had no intention of letting her leave, let alone give her what she deserved. Much to my surprise, she had answered my email invitation with nothing more than "6:00, your house."
I left my office at 4, to make sure I could at least make the house presentable before she arrived. As I picked up things and put them away, I couldn't help thinking about Lily and how I was about to see her for the first time in months. Lily is any intelligent man's wet dream. Back in our fraternity days, we used to talk about the ideal woman - the one you could take home to your parents' house for a holiday meal, and then take back to your apartment and fuck like crazy until morning. Later on, the ideal became the woman who was an asset in your business and social life, and that you could then take back to your house and fuck like crazy until morning. Lily was my ideal in college, and now almost 20 years later she was my ideal again.
It's hard to describe all the reasons why I was head over heels in love with Lily again, but it's not at all hard to describe why Lily was my "sex dream come true." Lily smoldered... she was 100% lady in public, even though she was a delicious flirt, but in the bedroom (or anywhere else she was with me), she was 100% hot uninhibited lover. Even better, she was a wet dream without being slutty - I couldn't remember her ever saying "cock" or "pussy" or "fuck," but there was never a question that she wanted my cock in her pussy to fuck all night. Every late night phone call was full of erotic promise, and most of her notes told me she couldn't wait to have me inside her, every way and every place I could be inside her.
Our last phone call was a perfect example. She'd called me on her way home from work. Every minute the call got more explicit and promising. She talked about how much she was wanting to get alone, and when I teased her about forcing her to her knees and "making" her suck my cock, her only response was "God, I could use some of that." Near the end of the call she told me that she couldn't get "being with me" off her mind, and that she had a lot of ideas about what she wanted to do next time we were together. I asked her what she meant, and all she said was "well, I was thinking that maybe next time we could... ummm... skip some things..."
I said, "you mean, skip foreplay?" I could almost see her blush as she said "well... yes."
All of that ran through my mind as I worked on the house, and as 6:00 approached. At 5:30 I heard a knock on the door. Surprised (and not nearly ready), I turned around and saw Lily standing at the door, in her long fur and carrying a bag. I wondered why she didn't just walk in, but as I looked at her, I saw her lift a finger to her lips, and I took that as a sign that I was just supposed to follow her lead. I opened the door and she said:
"Hello, my name is Lily. I represent a company that sells, uh, intimate apparel and products, and as we understand it is your birthday, we'd like to offer you a special gift to encourage you to purchase our products in the future."
Of course, I invited her in. When the door was closed she continued her sales pitch.
"Please understand, Jack... may I call you Jack?" when I nodded., she continued... "We hope that you take our free offer and keep and use our free gift regularly and enthusiastically. We hope that you never even think of returning it, and that you provide us every opportunity to constantly improve our performance, and that you never even think of trying another product."
"Well," I responded, "certainly I'd like to think that I have a lot of product loyalty... as long as you really do make every effort to keep me satisfied."
