She was surprised to receive his call. He hadn't had wanted anything to do with her for months, and she wondered what he wanted. She admitted that she had missed him, but he wouldn't tell her why he had been avoiding her.
She was overjoyed to hear his voice, and she certainly wanted to see him, but she didn't want to appear overanxious to him. After they exchanged the usual 'how are you' and 'how have you been' their conversation lagged.
Finally, he asked her if he could see her. She hesitated, but eventually told him that she would like to see him too.
They made a 'date.' He would come to her house the next day.
She was overjoyed, excited, anxious. She worried about how she would look to him. She hurried to the nearest mall and bought a new outfit. It had to be just right. A sheer black blouse, pencil skirt, black thigh-high hose and three-inch pumps. Perfect. She knew that he always liked to see her dressed in black, he said it made her look sexy. She even bought some perfume -- Eternity -- his favorite.
She nervously watched the clock. At last, the knock on the door. She hesitated, checked herself once again in the mirror, and opened the door.
"Hi." he said. "You look great!"
She thanked him, and welcomed him into the house. They embraced, and he kissed her. It had been so long. She took his hand and silently led him to her bedroom. He told her he had missed her. She nodded in assent. "Me too." she said. Determinedly, she undressed him. He was even more beautiful than she remembered.
Nervously with shaking hands, he began unbuttoning her shirt. They hadn't done this in a long, long time. He slowly opened her shirt, revealing her braless breasts. He slid it off her shoulders. He then lowered the zipper on the pencil skirt, and it fell to her feet. They both stood there naked. He didn't say a word. He just stood there wide-eyed, drinking in her perfect body.
