As I was walking into the office after that incredible morning, my head was spinning. I was alternately going through the morning's events in my head, asking myself how this had happened, and thinking of an alibi to explain why I was over 5 hours late for work. As I walked I think my feet were barely touching the ground. I was on a sexual high, and flying, despite the fact that I had left Jade's apartment, and was about to start work.
I arrived at the office, stuck my head in my boss's door, and quickly spouted off about a plumbing leak at my house, hoping she wasn't really listening. She didn't say much, so I made my way quickly to my desk, hoping to avoid the inevitable questions from my colleges.
As I sat at my desk, I took a small, dog eared photograph from my shirt pocket. It was a picture of Jade, probably taken at a wedding or something. She was wearing a stunning black dress that was very low cut, showing lots of cleavage, and was slit very, very high up the front. In the picture you could just make out the lacy fringe of the tops of her stockings, just inches below her pussy. Even in this small, worn, wallet sized picture, she looked incredible. I sat there, shaking my head for a moment, dumbfounded that I had just spent a morning of raw sex with this woman.
I turned the picture over and looked at the words written on the back. "Please call me. I'd love to see you again. Jade." Below that was her number.
While I was dressing, Jade had pulled the picture from her purse, turned it over, and written on it. Rather than passing it to me, she had put it in my shirt pocket, then held her hand to my chest, and kissed me. She then took me by the hand and led me to the door. She opened the door for me, then turned me around to hug me one more time. She was still nude, and at least partially visible to anyone who happened to look our way. We broke our hug, tenderly whispered our goodbyes, and then I backed away onto her front step, enjoying one last few of her nude form. She was now totally exposed, but didn't care. We paused there for a moment, and then she blew me a kiss and closed the door. Considering the pure sexual power that had been exuded all morning, it was a remarkably loving moment, particularly for two people who had met just hours before. You could almost see the sparks flying through the air.
As I headed down the street and passed the picture window in her living room, she came to the window and waved goodbye. I waved back, stealing one last glimpse of her magnificent breasts.
So now I sat at my desk, contemplating her picture and the message on the back, while the message light on my phone continued to blink, and the inbasket on my email said I had 25 unread messages. I was back at the office, but it obviously wasn't going to be a very productive day. I put the picture back in my pocket and tried to get some work done. I couldn't stop thinking about Jade, but I had enough relatively mindless tasks ahead of me that I was able to work the rest of the day without any major goofups.
I worked late to make up some of the time, then headed home at about 6:30.
I thought it might be best to play it a bit cool with Jade. Even though I really wanted to see her again, I didn't want to seem too over eager, just in case she had some misgivings about the morning's encounter. So I decided to walk back by a different route, so that I didn't have to pass her apartment. I reached my car, opened the door and flopped into the seat, glad to finally be in my own space.
I was starving, but I didn't feel like going home to my empty apartment and eating by myself, so after driving around for a while, and headed to a restaurant for dinner. By the time I finished eating it was almost 9:00, and I decided that it was time to head home and call Jade.
I arrived at my apartment, and after shedding my coat and tie, I pulled the picture from my shirt pocket. I stared at the picture for a moment, taking in Jade's beauty, then turned it over to look at the number. I picked up the phone and dialled. One ring. Two rings. Three rings. Four rings, and no answering machine. I was about to hang up when, finally, after five rings, someone picked up the phone.
"Hello"
"Hi, is this Jade"
"Yes"
"Hi Jade, it's Greg."
"Oh Greg, I'm so glad you called. I've been thinking about you all day. I was so afraid you weren't going to call me."
"Why were you afraid I wouldn't call?"
"Oh Greg, I've been thinking about this morning. I don't know what came over me. I've never done anything like that before. It was absolutely incredible, but I was so afraid that you'd think that I was totally desperate, or just some cheap slut or something, that I really didn't think you'd call. I though you would think more about it afterwards and get scared off."
"Jade, I haven't stopped thinking about you either. I spent half the afternoon staring at your picture. You look amazing in that picture. I feel like some teenage boy staring at a picture of his favorite starlet. Only I don't have to fantasise, because I've already gotten further than that teenage boy ever will."
"You really like the picture?"
"God, yes. You look amazing in it. Was that taken at a wedding or something.?"
"Yes, I was my best friend's bridesmaid last summer. I spent the whole day crying. I had broken up with my fiancΓ© the week before. When I look at the picture all I see is my red puffy eyes."
"Well all I see is an amazing looking woman with a fabulous figure, wearing an absolutely stunning dress."
"Thank you, Greg. You really do know how to compliment a woman."
"Jade... Would you like to join me for dinner tomorrow night?"
"Yes Greg, yes. I so hoped you would call back. Dinner would be wonderful."
I felt so relieved hearing her say that, that I was finally able to relax my grip on the phone. I have no idea why I was so nervous. I hadn't been that nervous calling a girl since I was about 15. After that we chatted for about 45 minutes, getting to know each other better. I started getting the picture that Jade was quite the woman, working hard to establish herself as a writer, while waitressing to keep a roof over her head.
Eventually the day's activities started catching up with both of us, and despite our excitement to continue talking, we had both yawned on the phone a few times. Finally, I said to Jade, "I could talk to you forever, but I'm exhausted. We can talk more tomorrow night, but I think for now we should say goodbye."
"Yes, you're probably right. Greg, thanks again for calling. It's been great talking to you, and I can hardly wait for tomorrow night."
"Neither can I. I'll pick you up at 7:00."
"Sounds great, I am looking forward to it already."
"Do me a favour?"
"What?"
"Can you wear that dress?"
"I'd be honoured Greg. Good night."
"Good night Jade"
After hanging up the phone, I got undressed and crawled into bed. About 10 minutes later, just as I was starting to drift off to sleep, the phone rang. I fumbled in the dark to pick it up.
"Ever have phone sex?" the voice said.
"Ah, no"