Scarlet Rendezvous - Sex Stories

Scarlet Rendezvous

... just happened. I got Karina's number, finally. But was it really hers?

Before I knew what I was doing, I called her. My hand trembled as I held the phone. It rang a bunch of times and went to voicemail. It was Karina's voice. She said: "This is Karina. If this is a business related call, push two. You know the drill. If not, speak now or forever hold your peace."

I took a deep breath. "Karina! Hey, it's dad. Long time no see. I'm down here in the Tampa area, and I figured I'd give you a call. I know we've had some issues, but I'd really like to talk with you. Please call me back when you can. It's dad. You have my number. Take it easy."

I hung up. My hands were really shaking now. I was having trouble breathing, and my heart was pounding in my chest. I got into my car and sat behind the wheel, trying to calm down. I was dizzy and the car was spinning.

My phone started ringing. I couldn't answer it because of the panic attack. I closed my eyes and waited. Finally, after about 10 minutes, I started to feel better. I checked my phone and realized Mandy had called. She'd left a message for me: "Hey Chad, it's Mandy. Just wondering if you picked up the food and coffee yet. Can you get me a sesame bagel instead of an onion? Thanks big guy. See you soon."

"Fuck," I said. I thought for certain that it was Karina calling. It wasn't. I wondered if I'd left a clear enough message for her. Did she know it was me? I tried to remember exactly what I'd said on the ...

... voicemail, but it was all a blur. It all happened so fast. Should I call her back?

No, fuck that. I didn't want to stalk her. She knew my number and that I was in town, and if she wanted to call me back, she would. I had to wait, bide my time. I couldn't go back to New York now. I figured the best thing to do would be to hang around in town, in case Karina did call me back.

I went and got the bagels and coffee, and drove back to Mandy's. She was in the kitchen in a silk robe, hair in a ponytail. She was on her laptop, checking out the subscription and traffic data for the website.

"There he is," she said when I came in the door. "What took you so long? You get lost?"

"There was a crazy line at the bagel shop."

She grabbed the bag from me and opened it. "Nice! You got me a sesame. I knew you were good for something."

After we ate breakfast, Mandy sat on the couch and painted her toenails. She was naked under her knee-high silk robe. I walked over and sat beside her.

She put her left foot in my lap. "Would you mind?"

"What?"

"Paint my toenails?"

"I don't do toenails. That's not in my job description."

"Says who?"

"Says my official contract. Read the fine print. I don't do windows or toenails."

She kicked my leg.

"Ouch," I said. "That hurt."

"Come on. Get the nail polish."

I took her fine-boned foot in my hand, admiring it. I started massaging her arch, rubbing my thumbs on her heel. I leaned forward and started sucking her toes.

"That ...