The Caller 06 - a new number - Sex Stories

The Caller 06 - a new number

Even though I do most of my work from home, I've got a small office in an office condo downtown from where I'm living, mainly to have a place to meet clients and store papers. It was a few days after my night out in Denver, when I was sitting there with a couple, going over the estimate of their property and what the best price to set it would be, when the phone rang again. THE phone. The OTHER phone, Missy's phone. I stared at it for a moment, and then smiled at them embarrassed as I excused myself, having to take "an important call" and went, maybe a little too hurriedly, out into my entrance area, leaving them for a moment with the photos and numbers on my desk. My heart was beating harder than I had expected and I was still in an emotional upheaval from what I had done that night, what I had become, swinging from exuberant confidence in myself and my newfound sexual freedoms to crushing self-doubt and painful revision of my own self-image. "H-hello," said a voice on the other end, that didn't sound like Missy at all. "Uh, hi," I answered. "Who is this?" "Ahm... you gave me your card, remember?" the voice said. "I'm Kaylee." Kaylee, I thought. Was that the name of the girl on the train? Or the girl in the garden? "I... Kaylee, yes," I replied, faking recognition. "What can I do for you?" She sighed deeply, sounding quite nervous and meek. "I just, ever since we... you know... met, I can't get you out of my mind any more, and so I wondered if we could, like, meet somewhere, ...

... or something?" "Sure," I said more confident now. "You want to come by or...?" "Uhm, I don't have a car," she said shyly. "Ah, no problem then," I said smiling. "I can come by your place. What about in an hour?" I asked, checking my wrist watch. "Sure. Yes, that would be great," she answered. "You know where it is still?" She must be the girl from the garden, since she was the only one whose place I've been at before. I probably still had that file around somewhere on the property next door I was selling at the time. "I'm sure I'll find it again," I said confidently. "Great," she said relieved. "In an hour then." I hung up and held the phone to my chest for a moment, breathing deeply. What am I getting myself into? And what am I getting that girl into? What was happening to me? I would have to contact Missy before that meeting, if only to see if she approved of me meeting with someone. Ten minutes later, and I had wrapped up the couple in my office, trying to get them out quickly so I had still time to get prepared and, hopefully, get another call. Just as they had left, I sent an email to Missy, telling her about the girl that called and asking what she thought about it. It didn't take long for my phone to ring again. "So," Missy said when I answered, "you found a little slut for yourself?" I paused, not knowing what to say. Was that what Kaylee was to me? I had no clue how to define our relationship; we only met once, briefly, after all. "Uh," I said finally, "I... I don't ...