THE NOTE : Short note, long story. - Sex Stories

THE NOTE : Short note, long story.

... shoulder and grabbed my phone. With the number still sitting in wait on the screen, I took a deep centering breath, not knowing what to expect and pressed the call button. The phone rang three or four times before the call was answered, "Hello?" I didn't know hat to say, I was in momentary shock. "Hello??" said the sweet yet sensual sounding voice on the other end again. "Hi...." I muttered in reply as my stunned state passed. "Um...is this Becky?". "Yes..." came the reply, and my heat began to beat faster. I didn't know what to say, I blurted out the first thing that came to mind. "You saw me and you left me a note." A moment of silence flashed across the line between us, before Becky's sweet yet sensual voice returned in a much more seductive and mysterious fashion. "I liked what I saw and it seemed you were enjoying yourself immensely." My heart beat faster, "Someone WAS watching me!" I thought to myself. I was lost for words, I didn't know how to respond, I sat in silence wondering where this was going. There was a distinct little chuckle, before Becky once again spoke, clearly smiling on the other end, "What's the matter? Suddenly so shy?". I felt like I couldn't breathe, maybe I shouldn't have called, this was too much, I didn't know what to make of it all. I cleared my throat attempting to recover from my anxiety. "Shy? Shy about what?", I said hastily. She laughed and replied, "You should know....". Again I paused through my now heightened anxiety. "What was she ...

... referring too? Where was this going? Oh my god! This is driving me crazy!" The inner monologue ran in constant and consistent circles. "Maybe I had you wrong!?" said Becky with a sense of testing disappointment. "No no no no no" Hurriedly I replied. "Mmmmm, ok then.." Becky responded, "There's a hotel about 5 kilometers from the shop, meet me there, room 401, 8 o'clock. We'll see if I was wrong about you or not." she said before she hung up and I was left listening to the sound of my heart racing in my chest. I was stunned by the mystery, the anxiety, the intrigue. What had she meant, by being wrong about me? Who was she? What did she want?. I went to get a glass of water, the questions filling my mind faster than the water filled the glass. I knew where the hotel was, I knew exactly which one she meant, it was the only one that close in any direction from the shop. I looked at the clock, it was just after 5pm. "Do I go there?" I asked myself out loud, half hoping that I'd get a response from somewhere. It was there, that once again, my mind started flooding with possibilities again, rather than questions. I had no clue what to expect, no idea who Becky was nor what she wanted. The possibilities were once again endless, as my mind went into fantasy mode. My cock started to swell as visions of sexual imagery flooded me, I leaned up against the kitchen wall and started stroking myself. My shaft engorging rapidly as I stroked, imagining this mystery woman kneeling down before me, ...