Itās time for Friday Fictioneers Fun with Rochelle! Hereās something different for you today. I wrote Part 2 to Dale Rogersonās terrific story, Ā Endless Love and piggy backed my story onto hers. Hereās the link to Daleās site; please read her story before mine. Thanks to our host Rochelle and my friend Dale for a fun read and a great photo!
Her voice was soft and sultry, as smooth and silky as his finest Makerās 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.
āIs anyone there?ā he heard her say and roused him out of his fantasy.
āYes, sorry. Iām here. I was distracted for a moment. Thereās something about your voice; itās very …. familiarā he replied trying to sound nonchalant.
āI get that a lotā she answered, her throaty laugh arousing him again. He could see this woman easily becoming an addiction.
āAre you calling about the apartment or the car?ā Please let it be the apartment ā¦. let it be the apartment .ā¦ he pleaded silently, picturing her sprawled on his bed.
āThe Corvette, of course. No sexy car list would be complete without it, donāt you agree?ā She chuckled softly.
There was that laugh again. He had to meet this woman. Today.
āOf course. The ‘Vette’s’ an incredible machineā he said, a bit disappointed that she wasnāt interested in renting his apartment. He had to get her there.
āIncredible sounds about right” she agreed. “And thrilling, too, judging by the photo in your ad. With her open top, sheās as sleek and beautiful as a Corvette was meant to be ā a car to melt some hearts and explode others.ā
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 couldnāt think straight. Snap out of it, dummy!
āSo, when would you like to see the car?ā he asked. Today, today, today raced repeatedly in his brain.
āToday, if that works for youā came the response he hoped for.
Careful not to appear anxious, he hesitated before answering.
āHmm, today. My scheduleās kind of tight” he lied “but I might be able fit you in around 4:00. Would that work for you?ā
āYes. I can come anytime.ā
Oh God, did she really just say that? Sweet Jesus …. this woman was driving him insane!
āHold on one sec” she purred. “I just need to check something.ā
He waited impatiently for her return. He went over his plan: theyād meet at 4:00, take the Corvette out for a leisurely drive and get back to his place just in time for a āspontaneousā dinner and whatever might follow.
āSorry to keep you waiting” she said breathlessly. “I wanted to make sure my wife would be available at 4:00.ā
Wait. What? Wife? Did she say wife? She was married? To a WOMAN! His passion vanished instantly along with his rapidly sagging manhood.
āHey, sorry …. Iām getting another call” he lied again. “Hold on.ā
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