Fantasies come true - chapter 1 - Sex Stories

Fantasies come true - chapter 1

... thinking I hear myself say:

“Yes.... god yes I want it....”

It had been two weeks since that first night with John. Although the sex had been great, I didn't spend the night with him and left, but not without leaving him my phone number. After he didn't call the whole week, I thought, that it eventually was, what it had been meant to be in the beginning- a one night stand, a very good one, but after all, not more. I was kinda relieved, as the last thing I was looking for after my divorce was another relationship, but to be honest, I also felt a slight disappointment that the great sex from that one night stand would most likely not be repeated.

I spent the week with work and the usual household chores like cleaning my apartment, cooking, and making sure my 18 year old son did not get into too much trouble. We were having dinner when my mobile rang, and when I heard his deep, calm voice my heart almost skipped a beat and I felt a flutter in my belly. “Hey, how”, I had to clear my throat, “have you been?”, I was able to say as I stood up to go to the living room, watching my son grin at me as I left the room to talk in privacy.

“Oh, quite well so far, I've been out of town on a business trip to Amsterdam and the negotiations took a bit longer than planned” he ...

... answered. “Amsterdam, huh”, I laughed at him, “was it business or were you and the other guys hanging around in these bars one hears so much about?” And although he chuckled, I somehow had the impression, he didn't tell me all when he said it was all business and no fun.

“So, do you have any plans for tomorrow?” he asked and I tried not to sound too eager when I answered. “No.... not really.. maybe I'll go to the movies or something like that.. nothing special, you know. What about you?”

His voice sounded as if he would stand next to me, whispering seductively in my ear. “Mmm... I thought about taking you to town, maybe going to the movies or something like that. Would 7:30 be OK?” and I agreed, wondering why I was so eager to go out on a date with him while we continued to chat.

“Oh and”, he said as if it would be the most normal thing in the world, “no bra, ok? I liked how sexy that looked last time when I first saw you.” he said and ended the call before I had a chance to say anything. I stood in my living room, staring at my reflection in the glass of the balcony door. And as I watched myself in that door, pondering if I should go to that date or if I should forget this self confident macho, I also knew that if I would go, the date would probably not to be a normal one