Authors: Shana James
“What the
hell
just happened?!”
She started to reach for the phone to call Felicity, but she needed to take a moment to process the conversation that had just occurred. Her mind was racing. She hadn’t even bothered to search online to see what he looked like, but now that she’d spoken with him she had to know. She grabbed her phone and plugged his name into the Google search box. But, she couldn’t go through with it. The tension had been so thick during the phone call, tension that now had her panties slick with desire, she didn’t want it to end just yet. No, she’d wait until the moment she met him to see this mystery man who had turned her on with nothing more than the sound of his voice.
She decided not to call Felicity, deciding, instead, to keep the meeting a secret. She enjoyed feeling as if she was engaging in some type of sexual rendezvous with a man she’d never even met. She would have to spend the day preparing for the encounter and that’s something she’d have a hard time hiding. She wanted a fresh mani-pedi and her lady parts needed a little grooming. Just in case things
really
went well. Melissa wasn’t usually the one for one night stands, but this was different. He wasn’t some random stranger and it had been more than two years since she’d had sex, dammit. If the drought didn’t end soon, she might pounce on some unsuspecting UPS guy one day to relieve the pressure building up in her loins. No, a guy who came highly recommended, by a friend no less, was fair game and she fully intended to be on the field ready for play.
***
The next day, Melissa awoke feeling energized. She’d be lying if she said she wasn’t a little nervous, but she was so looking forward to finally ending her sexual drought, the feeling was only a passing notion.
I hope that big cock casts a shadow when he whips it out.
She’d called in to the office to let them know she wouldn’t be in, now it was time to get out and get started on Operation Thrash This Pussy. She’d already made appointments at her favorite nail salon and waxing parlor, and she had a hot, black dress that would be perfect for the evening. She’d even decided which bra and panties she was going to wear. Nothing would be left to chance. Melissa moved about her place quickly. Time would fly by and the worst thing that could happen would be if he called her and she was still scrambling to get ready. That was an absolute no no with a military man and she didn’t want to face that judgment on a day when she had nothing but sweet, soul shaking orgasms on her mind.
She threw on some clothes and hit the streets. By the time she was finished getting scrubbed, lotioned, tweezed and waxed, it was nearly 3pm. Late. Then, it hit her. He hadn’t called to check in like he said he would at the end of their call the day before. Melissa looked down at her freshly polished, red toes and her blood began to boil. She whipped her car into a parking space in the garage in her building, then angrily made her way to her apartment.
What a fucking asshole. If he stands me up, I don’t know WHAT I’ll do! Ugh!
She collapsed onto her sofa, tossing the new fragrance she’d purchased onto her coffee table. Then, she closed her eyes to collect herself. She tried to be rational even as her body churned in anger.
Maybe something work-related came up. I can’t be acting crazy like this. Am I acting crazy? No! He said he was going to call around midday and it’s after three o’clock! There’s nothing “midday” about after 3pm!
Her mind worked in overdrive as she switched between white hot anger and wallowing in misery. She was angry for allowing herself to get so excited. Especially over some guy in the military. A pool of men that she’d sworn to never deal with again after some horrible incidents with more than one while she was in college. She was happier than ever that she hadn’t told her mom, Felicity or anybody else about the date.
I wasted a personal day for this bullshit. I’m going to let Lucy have it if this motherfucker doesn’t call me with a good excuse, soon.
She pulled herself together, then got up from the sofa to begin putting her things away. So she could slip into her pajamas and get the pity party started. Foiled again at the hands of a lying, wayward cock. She was slamming drawers and cabinet doors so hard, she almost didn’t hear the phone when it rang. She shot a quick glance at the clock. It read 3:32pm.
I bet it’s that selfish asshole. It’s nearly 4:00pm! How dare he call me this late!
She was angry, but deep down inside, she was leaping with joy. Maybe she
would
be able to end the drought after all. She reached for her phone and as she suspected, the display read, “Colby Roberts”. She thought about not answering, but the thumping in her panties wouldn’t allow it. She needed some cock and this was the closest she’d been to a viable option in forever. She had to pull it together.
“Hello?” She did her best to conceal her disgust. She didn’t want to give him even the slightest inclination that she was pissed.
“Hello, Ms. Franks,” he smugly responded.
“Who am I speaking with?” She knew that question was a gut punch to an egotistical man on the other end of a phone line, so she hit him hard and direct.
He chuckled and she became even more furious. “It’s Colby. You mean to tell me you haven’t saved my number in your phone after I came all this way?” To say Melissa’s blood had reached the boiling point was the understatement of the year. But, she knew he was trying to get under her skin and she knew she couldn’t allow him to know that he had.
She took a deep breath, desperate to conceal her anger, then answered, laughing. “I don’t usually lock a number into my phone unless I know for sure I’m going to be using it frequently.”
Take that, you asshole.
He chuckled again and it made her even madder.
Arrogant bastard. I can’t believe Lucy did this to me.
Before she knew it, her body began to hum in anticipation of receiving Colby’s sexual fury. With each pompous quip, she became more and more aroused. The more aroused she became, the angrier she got.
This guy is going to be so much trouble. Why don’t I just hang up in his face right now?
“What do I have to do to convince you to stick me in there?” The question was so loaded, her nipples instantly flashed rock hard.
Yes, Colby Roberts was going to be a challenge.
“If you behave, I’ll
certainly
stick it in there.”
Oh my god, what am I saying?! What am I doing?!
She couldn’t believe she was participating in verbal foreplay with a man who had already proven he was unreliable and far too arrogant to be of any good use to her. Aside from the pleasure pole between his legs.
“That’s good to know…so, about dinner...”
The tension was thick and they each knew that they’d thrown down the gauntlet. Soon, they’d have to put their money where their mouths were and only one person would come out on top. Although, Melissa had a feeling that before the night was over, they’d both have a chance to do some mounting.
“Yes, are we still on for dinner?” As angry as she was when she first answered the phone, the resulting exchange had only piqued her interest even more. She had to see who this Colby Roberts was and she had to know, tonight.
“If you’ll still do me the honor,” he responded, his voice indicating a hint of doubt.
“I’d love to have dinner with you.” She nearly reminded him that he told her he’d call around midday, but she changed her mind. There were better ways of making him regret leaving her hanging and she had all the right skills to get her point across.
“Great. What time can I pick you up? I’ll make reservations for us.”
“How about 7?” She didn’t want to seem too eager and she needed time to pull herself together. She would not be rushed.
“Seven, it is. I’m looking forward to it. Text me your address and I’ll be at your place by 6:30pm.”
“Same here. See you, soon.”
She waited a couple minutes before sending the text, then took a deep breath so she could begin getting dressed for the evening. Tonight, the drought was destined to end and she knew she would enjoy every second.
I sure hope you’ve got a strong back, Colby Roberts, because you’re gonna need it.
The Meeting
For the next two hours, Melissa took her time getting dressed for the date. She spritzed her new fragrance in all the right places and took extra care with her makeup. She didn’t want to seem as though she’d spent a ridiculous amount of time getting ready to meet a stranger, but she wanted to appear as though she cared about her appearance.
This guy had better be worth all of this effort. Shit, as long as its been since I had a good thrashing, he could come in here looking like Quasimodo and I might have to persuade myself not to fuck him.
By the time she was satisfied that she was snatched and ready, the clock read 6:10pm.
If this prick doesn’t arrive on time…who am I kidding? He’s most likely gorgeous and it’s going to take everything in my power not to mount him as soon as he walks through that door.
She was restless. She couldn’t stop staring at the clock and she couldn’t stop wondering if tonight would be the night she’d finally be able to give her yoni the sexual healing it deserved after so much time. She picked up her phone to dial Felicity, desperate for something to help take her mind off the situation at hand. She still hadn’t spilled the beans to anyone about the date and she knew she was taking a big chance calling her nosy bff so close to Colby’s arrival. But, the restlessness was driving her bonkers.
“Why haven’t I heard from you all day?! What are you up to?”
I swear, nothing gets past this nosy wench.
“I’m not up to anything!” Melissa laughed in response as she stared down at the little black number she was wearing, feeling slightly guilty, slightly turned on about the secret rendezvous she was about to engage in.
“Yeah, right. Something tells me there’s a man.”
Dammit. How could she know?!
“There’s no man. I’m just sitting here having a chat with a dear, old friend. Is that a crime?”
“It’s not a crime, but I know you’re lying!”
Melissa continued to laugh, “I’m not lying! There’s no man!
The two engaged in light banter until they were both startled by the sound of Melissa’s doorbell.
Shit! I thought he was going to call.
“Who’s that at your door?!” Felicity screeched. “I knew it! I knew it!”
“You don’t know anything! That’s a delivery guy bringing my dinner! Let me take care of this and I’ll call you, later.”
“You most certainly will not! Put the delivery guy on the phone if that’s who it is, you lying little cunt!”
“I’m not going to put that poor man on the phone to satisfy your crazy flights of fancy!” Melissa laughed in return.
“You won’t, because it’s not a delivery guy!”
Goodbye, Felicity!” Melissa laughed as she hit end on the call.
She knew Felicity was going crazy wondering who rang her doorbell, but she had bigger fish to fry. A tall, single, childless pilot was at her door and she had to put her best face forward. As she got up from the sofa, she checked the clock, 6:30pm.
Right on time. Typical military.
She smoothed the front of her dress, stepped into her red stilettos and took a deep breath. Then, she headed towards the door.
Here goes nothing.
She decided against looking through the peephole. Too easy. She wanted the full brunt of Colby Roberts to hit her all at once, be it good or bad. When the door swung open, her breath caught in her throat he was so gorgeous. He wore a crisp, blue suit with a sparkling white shirt underneath, no tie, and he smelled as if Adonis himself had stepped down from Olympus to grace her with his presence.
Shit. Why didn’t Lucy tell me this guy was so fucking hot?!
His piercing, hazel eyes combed the length of her body and she could feel the heat emanating from his tight, toned structure. Then, it happened. He smiled and she was his for the taking. Her body began to lubricate itself, soaking her nether region with her juices, hopeful for some long-overdue attention.
“Melissa?” He asked with a grin.
Pull it together, bitch. He’s hot, but you aren’t some light-weight. Act like you remember who you are!
“Ah, yes! Colby?”
“In the flesh,” he smirked, his eyes still on a voyage of discovery across her body.
“Nice to meet you!” she exclaimed as she leaned in to give him a polite hug. It was so quick, she barely even touched him. She was so nervous, she was nearly shaking. It was one thing to end her sexual drought with a decent-looking guy, but Colby Roberts was drop dead gorgeous. She knew they’d make a stunning couple while they were out on the town and she knew they’d have earth-shattering sex because their chemistry was off the meter.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa! I know you can do better than that. I’ve flown across the country to see you and all I get is that weak hug?” He laughed, licking his lips in the process as he got a good look at Melissa’s perky breasts spilling out of her dress.
He grabbed her and pulled her closer, nearly smothering her against his broad, inviting chest. He gave her a nice squeeze and her breasts smashed against him, driving her mad as her rock hard nipples were planted against his firm pecks. Her slippery middle pressed against his thick cock as it bulged in his pants and she couldn’t resist pushing her throbbing camel toe gently against his hard member.