Every day of the last two weeks, I have gotten a phone call at 2:30 a.m. exactly. After the first minute, I accepted his apology about having dialed the wrong number, and after hanging up, I went back to bed. The next night the same thing happened, except this time I felt compelled to stay on the line. It was just something about his voice that made me want to stay on the line. He had the kind of voice that could make any woman’s panties wet with minimal effort. His voice was the reason that, for those two weeks, I eagerly awaited the 2:30 am wake up call.
After two weeks, the phone calls stopped. For an entire week I sat up waiting for a phone call that never came. I had to get back to a set schedule. I had a job that was suffering because of my lack of sleep. Imagine my surprise, when I notice a package lying on my windshield when I left my office building on Friday evening. Inside the package was a beautiful lingerie set, a card with the name Alexander, and a phone number. There was also a short letter that stated how sorry he was that he wasn’t able to speak to me for the last week. It was signed, Alexander.
I became wet just thinking about speaking with him again. I couldn’t wait to speak to him again, so I sat in my car and dialed his number. Picking up on the first ring, I could hear the smile in his voice as he said. “Hello, my lovely.” I let out a sigh that I didn’t realize I had been holding in. It felt like a huge weight was lifted from my shoulders. He gave me strict instructions about how he wanted me dressed and when he wanted to see me, before telling me what he was going to do to me. My pussy watered in anticipation.
I drove home as fast as I could, while praying that I wouldn’t pass a cop. I took a shower in record time and carefully dressed myself in the silkiest lingerie that I had ever worn. I skipped the makeup and perfume because Alexander wanted me as natural as possible. I couldn’t remember the last time that I had been this excited to see a guy.
The anticipation only served to excite me even more. When I got close to his home, I was so nervous that I drove right past his driveway. It took me five minutes to find a spot to turn around and head back to the right turn.
I slowly walked to his door and gave what I thought, was a very shy knock to his door. The door was opened by the most beautiful man I had ever had the pleasure to lay eyes on. He took my hand and led me inside, while softly closing the door behind us. He soothed my fears while running his fingers across the back of my neck, which had never been the spot for me until now. Everything that I thought I knew about what I liked flew right out of the window.
We had a very nice dinner and wine. I’m not much of a drinker, and I told him this so he made sure to only put a small amount into my glass. After dinner, he walked me to the couch, where he sat down before pulling me into his lap. It felt like the most natural place in the world for me to be. He pulled my hair to the side and began to nibble on my neck. It made my toes curl. He slowly slipped my shoes off and laid them next to the couch. I have never had a man spend this much time with me without already having my clothes on the floor, and I told him so. He simply smiled and said,” I have all the time in the world, and I plan to spend the rest of it with you, so there is no hurry at all.”
After peeling my outer clothes off, he whistled when he saw the lingerie. I let him know by my kiss how much I appreciated the beautiful clothes he had picked out for me. He snuggled so close to me that there was no doubt how he felt about me. He lifted me and carried me to his bedroom before lying down next to me. He began to make love to me, slowly at first, before we both became so excited that there was no way we could go slowly. The way that he caressed me made me feel like I was the most special woman that he had ever known. We rolled over until I was on top, something that I had never done in my 22 years of life.
I rode him like it was the last time that I would ever have sex. Afterwards we slept snuggled close together for the rest of the night.
That was 17 years ago, and that was the start of the best years of my life. We dated for two years before becoming engaged. We were married one year later on the beach, with the two mandatory witnesses, because we wanted it to be something that was only for us. I have never been more grateful for the little voice in my head that told me to take a chance, a chance for new beginnings. It was the best advice that I have ever been given.
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