The early June day is gloriously hot and bright, much like the late summer day on which we met. I'm lucky enough to have the house to myself for the week, and loving every minute of it. All that's missing is you.
Reaching for the phone, I dial your office, hoping you're there. "Good morning." I croon, when you pick up.
Chuckling softly in that adorable way of yours, you return the greeting. I'm so horny, that alone makes me wet. I speak softly, asking how you are and telling you how much I've missed you and these conversations of ours, then ask if you can sneak away for lunch.
"Hmmm, I don't know at the moment. It depends on how much I get done this morning, but I'd really like to try." you reply.
"Do what you can." I say, knowing how busy work has kept you, and not really counting on seeing you anytime soon. "I just wanted you to know I'm wet, horny, and wanting you badly."
"I want you like crazy, too." you rejoin, your lustful tone indicating that if you could, you'd come get me right now.
When we reluctantly hang up after a few more minutes of sultry exchanges, I'm hornier than ever for you, but remind myself that you'll make it worth the wait when we finally do meet again.
Closing my eyes, I remember the park--how the sun slanted glistening through the trees as a slight breeze blew tendrils of hair around my face and you brushed them back. The way your longing gaze penetrated me as if we'd known each other before and gave me goosebumps despite the heat. The sweet urgency of your tender kiss that caught me off guard and sent me reeling. Even after all this time, that day still runs vividly through my mind, arousing visceral twinges that tell me I desperately want and need to pick up where we left off.
"This is what you do to me." I think silently, talking to you with my mind and rising slowly from bed. Coffee and a cold shower do nothing to lessen my intense desire, so I give up and just let myself experience it. Donning my red bathing suit, I take a book, a blanket, pillows, suntan lotion, a radio, and the phone outside to a sunny spot on the lawn. Once on the blanket, I smooth the lotion onto my soft, bare skin, wishing as I do that you were doing it for me. Next, I tune into a station on the radio, and even the song that's playing reminds me of you. Sighing, I position the pillows under my head and reach for my book, hoping the mystery will calm my raging libido.
"You know, it's really not good to fall asleep in the sun." you admonish playfully, so close to my ear that I feel your breath against it.
Sighing softly I smile, thinking I must've fallen asleep. Wanting to savor what I believe is a dream, I roll onto my side, startled when arms envelop me. Gasping, I open my eyes and stare in disbelief at your handsome face, as those mesmerizingly blue eyes gaze into mine.
