A COLD CALL

November 14, 2023November 13, 2023 Nancy's Notes 🖊️♬

“Hi, I’m calling about your ad.”

Her voice was soft and sultry, as smooth and silky as his finest Maker’s Mark bourbon. The image of a voluptuous goddess with long wavy caramel-colored hair, tanned skin and moist red lips immediately appeared before him. He could see her pearly teeth as she smiled, tantalizingly nibbling her bottom lip. He felt himself getting excited.

“Is anyone there?” he heard her say and roused him out of his fantasy.

“Yes, sorry. I’m here. I was distracted for a moment. There’s something about your voice; it’s very …. familiar” he replied trying to sound nonchalant.

“I get that a lot” she answered, her throaty laugh arousing him again. He could see this woman easily becoming an addiction.

“Are you calling about the apartment or the car?” Please let it be the apartment …. let it be the apartment .… he pleaded silently, picturing her sprawled on his bed.

“The Corvette, of course. No sexy car list would be complete without it, don’t you agree?” She chuckled softly.

There was that laugh again. He had to meet this woman. Today.

“Of course. The ‘Vette’s’ an incredible machine” he said, a bit disappointed that she wasn’t interested in renting his apartment. He had to get her there.

“Incredible sounds about right” she agreed. “And thrilling, too, judging by the photo in your ad. With her open top, she’s as sleek and beautiful as a Corvette was meant to be – a car to melt some hearts and explode others.”

As she spoke, he had a vision of her in the ‘Vette’, top down, driving along the Santa Barbara coastline, her hair loose and wild like crimson flames. She was laughing as she drove faster and faster, her hand teasing the head of the gear shift. She was wearing a short black leather skirt and a low-neck sweater, her perfect breasts heaving with excitement. She smelled of lilacs. His heart was racing, his erection pounding.

Who is this woman? He couldn’t think straight. Snap out of it, dummy!

“So, when would you like to see the car?” he asked. Today, today, today raced repeatedly in his brain.

“Today, if that works for you” came the response he hoped for.

Careful not to appear anxious, he hesitated before answering.

“Hmm, today. My schedule’s kind of tight” he lied “but I might be able fit you in around 4:00. Would that work for you?”

“Yes. I can come anytime.”

Oh God, did she really just say that? Sweet Jesus …. this woman was driving him insane!

“Hold on one sec” she purred. “I just need to check something.”

He waited impatiently for her return. He went over his plan: they’d meet at 4:00, take the Corvette out for a leisurely drive and get back to his place just in time for a “spontaneous” dinner and whatever might follow.

“Sorry to keep you waiting” she said breathlessly. “I wanted to make sure my wife would be available at 4:00.”

Wait. What? Wife? Did she say wife? She was married? To a WOMAN! His passion vanished instantly along with his rapidly sagging manhood.

“Hey, sorry …. I’m getting another call” he lied again. “Hold on.”

Deflated, he pushed the “end call” button.