“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 hard.
“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.
“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 Ferrari, of course. No sexy car list would be complete without it, don’t you agree?”
There was that laugh again. He had to meet this woman. Today.
“Of course. She’s an incredible machine” he said, a bit disappointed that she wasn’t interested in seeing his apartment. How he’d love to get her there.
“Incredible sounds about right. And exciting, too, judging by the photo in your ad. With her open top she’s as sleek and beautiful as a topless Ferrari should be – a car to melt some hearts and explode others.”
As she spoke, he had a vision of her in the Ferrari, 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 elongated head of the gear shift. She was wearing a short black leather skirt and a low-neck sweater, her stunning breasts heaving with excitement. She smelled of honeysuckle and peaches. 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 her?” Today, today, today raced repeatedly in his brain.
“Today, if that works for you” came the response he hoped for.
“Hmm, today. My schedule’s kind of tight but I might be able fit you in around 4:00” he lied. “Would that work for you?”
“Yes. I can come anytime.”
Was that a double entendre? This woman was driving him insane with desire!
“Hold on one sec. I just need to check on something.”
He waited impatiently for her return. His plan: they’d meet at 4:00, take the Ferrari out for a drive and get back to his place just in time for a “spontaneous” dinner and whatever might follow.
“Sorry to keep you waiting. I wanted to make sure my wife would be available at 4:00.”
Wife? Did she say wife? She was married. To a WOMAN! His passion vanished instantly along with his raging erection.
“Hey, I’m getting another call. Can you hold?” he lied again.
Deflated, he pushed the “end call” button and the line went dead.
NAR © 2021
Reposted for Fandango’s #FOWC http://fivedotoh.com/2023/01/20/fowc-with-fandango-spontaneous/