The Wrong Number - Sex Stories

The Wrong Number

... each piece one at a time; some of which were only a half inch square. Calleigh looked at it and said, “That’s beautiful!” I told her how it was done by my friend then led her back toward the kitchen where I offered her a soft drink. She accepted a can of 7-up, I grabbed a can of Pepsi and offered her the nickel tour. I led her out to the pool cage first then showed her around the lanai. We walked up to the pool. While keeping her legs straight, she bent over at the waist and reached the 3 or 4 inches below the bull-nose edge tiles to the water’s surface. She commented on how warm it was and I mentally edited my earlier observation about her nice ass – this woman had a magnificent ass! She slowly stood up again while looking over her shoulder where she saw me looking at her ass. I was worried she might have disliked my looking at her that way, but the expression on her face led me to believe that she appreciated my gaze. “Anytime you feel like enjoying a dip in the pool, give me a call. I think you’ve got my number.” “I figured out how that happened, by the way. My Dad’s cell phone is in the 239 area code and yours is in the 941 area code. I’d recently got a new phone and with my old one, I could just dial the 7 digits and reach him. Apparently, your numbers are the same except for area code and my new phone reaches your number instead of his unless I add the area code.” I said, “That’s good. I know if I had such a beautiful daughter, I’d make sure she never had any trouble ...

... contacting me. I’m glad you got that worked out. Did you talk to him?” “Yeah, I did when I figured out the problem. He offered to pick me up but I told him I arranged for a ride already – I’m glad I stuck with that plan, now.” I led her through the rest of the first floor, showed her the second floor guest rooms and my master bedroom suite on the top floor. On the way back downstairs, she asked why a single guy needed so much space. I explained that I was an only child from a family with old money and had a nice big home when I was growing up and it just seemed to be the natural choice. I also figured that someday, if I found my Miss Right, I might have a family and need the space. “I kinda figured you were going for a ‘Charlie Harper’ thing. I take it you are looking to settle down someday?” I said, “I have been for years, but it seems every girl I meet is looking for an organic ATM machine instead of a romantic relationship. I’m the kind of guy who wants to make love all night long; most of the girls I’ve met are just looking to scratch an itch.” She said, “Every time I meet a new guy I keep hoping he’s my Mr. Right, too. Do you consider yourself a romantic?” “More than not, yeah. I enjoy sitting on a beach watching the sun sink into the Horizon, cuddling on a couch under a light blanket watching a movie with a bowl of popcorn, or just listening to music. I want the kind of relationship where we kiss as we pass each other in a hall, walk arm in arm when we’re cruising the ...