The telephone rang.
"Hello baby," said a soft, husky, male voice with the hint of a southern accent which always made me feel week at the knees. I hadn't heard from Joe since he had left for New York. His job promotion meant good prospects, and a new life which didn't include me. I was stunned that he had called out of the blue.
A year ago, Joe and I had been lovers and spent most of our free time fucking like bunnies. We enjoyed each other's company and, of course, had the usual arguments and petty jealousies. He was great in bed, an experienced lover, and I was head over heels in love with him. When we broke up and he left for New York, I cried for days. My broken heart felt like it would never heal.
So here was Joe, on the phone, saying he was coming back for the weekend and that wanted to see me. He wanted to see ME! I was so excited as I listened to him talking about how much he missed me and I greedily drank it all in, every word. Somewhere, in the depths of my mind, a tiny voice was telling me to tread warily as I had been badly burned and Joe must have gotten a new girlfriend by now.
So what did I do? I agreed to meet him.
We arranged that he should pick me up at 8pm that Saturday and we would go to the new O'Rileys Nightclub that I had heard so much about.
The week went by so slowly that I began to think Saturday would never arrive. When it did, I spent the entire day getting ready. Who'd think I'd spend an entire day at the beauty salon being groomed from head to toe? I wanted my long dark hair to shine, my skin soft and smooth, brown eyes doe-like and mysterious. I wanted to walk on a cloud of expensive perfume looking luscious and delectable. I wanted perfection, and I definitely wanted Joe to drool when he saw me again.
That evening I dressed carefully. Stockings; a pair of black seamed nylons fastened to a black silk garter. I checked in the mirror that the seam running up the back of both legs was straight. I pulled the black string top that I had bought specially for tonight over my head. I wasn't going to wear a bra under the top. I was going to let my full breasts strain against the fabric and I knew that Joe would certainly spend the entire evening looking to see whether my little brown nipples were hard and poking though; it would drive him nuts. I wriggled into a very short black skirt and smoothed it over my hips. I didn't bother with any panties. I was planning on being very naughty. I applied my makeup flawlessly. I looked fabulous.
While I waited for Joe to arrive, I helped myself to a glass of chilled chardonnay. One glass would help calm my nerves.
It wasn't long before I heard Joe pull up outside the flat in his convertible and honk the horn. I kept him waiting a few minutes while I finished my wine, then, after checking my reflection again in the mirror and reapplying my lipstick, I put on my coat, grabbed my purse and left. Joe was leaning against his car when I appeared. He walked towards me and took me into his arms. His mouth found mine. A kiss reminiscent of old times.
"You smell good enough to eat!" Joe exclaimed as he inhaled my perfume. I laughed, replying "You look well too. New York agrees with you". He opened the car door and I slipped onto the passenger seat. Joe raced around the front of the car, jumped in, grinned at me and drove off, tyres screeching.
As he drove, Joe chatted amicably about living and working in New York, one hand on the steering wheel and the other caressing my leg above my knee. His hand stroked along my stocking clad thigh until he reached the top, then he pressed his palm firmly down on my warm, bare flesh and squeezed. Joe's fingertips started searching for the fabric of my panties. I heard the sharp intake of his breath when he unexpectedly touched the moist lips of my pussy. I couldn't help smiling to myself and I slid forwards on the seat, spreading my legs open a little, encouraging him to delve further. I nonchalantly gave him directions to the nightclub while two of his fingers dipped in and out of my wet slit.