calling.
“And what can I do you the pleasure of this morning?” I
answered.
“Well you can start by telling me what you’re wearing?” he
offered teasingly.
I grinned to his request…this was so typical of him.
Normally, I didn’t play his game, but today I thought
it to be worthwhile. Standing up clutching my purse, I walked to the counter
and placed it down. My eyes were quick to land on Charlie, as he was still on
the phone leaning on the wall looking out onto the city.
“Where would you like me to start Brady? Do I start with my
light blue laced bra and panties…the ones you picked out while we were shopping
at the Galleria….or would you like me to describe the silk nude thigh high
stockings with the lace detail?” I grinned laughing, I
knew this was more for Charlie since he obviously liked watching me dress this
morning.
“Yeah…I remember that set…definitely my favorite. Are you
wearing heels?” he asked
“But of course…nude…Gucci” Yes this was undeniably fun. I
could hear his breathing as it became labored .
“Fuck…” he screamed cussing a few more times, I could tell he must have spilled coffee or something extremely hot on himself.
“Ok, Brady stop jerking off, and
tell me why you called.” I laughed.
I looked back up at Charlie, and he was wide-eyed and
staring at me. Obviously, he was listening to every word.
Again, with the eyes…his hungry and lusting eyes were
barring into me.
I shook my head and walked from the kitchen waiting for
Brady’s response.
“So…Now that I’m utterly undone with your detailed
description” he paused.
Not affording him the opportunity to talk, “Oh did Brady
not get laid last night…is this why I’m sensing so much frustration in your
voice.”
“Hmm, did you?” he rebutted.
“Brady, honestly I left with Chris…No shit I didn’t get
laid. I think that’s pretty definite. Been there done
that, and have no plans of revisiting. Where you had her almost begging for
it…How did you fuck that up?” I grabbed my earrings and put them on waiting for
his response.
Walking back to the kitchen, Charlie was once more on his
phone sitting at the counter with his laptop opened, and firing up. Based on
the way he was dressed it looked as if he would be here all day.
He was in a light orange button down shirt opened at the
collar, untucked , and rolled at the sleeves.
Odd, he was wearing a worn pair of jeans and barefoot. His
hair was messy but in a devilishly sexy way. He was without a doubt an alluring
man.
“Yeah, I can’t go there with her.” Brady sighed
“Why? She clearly wants you to bend her over .
Be a man and just fuck her already. It’s starting to bother me, and you know
me, I don’t give a shit about your sex life.” I opened the fridge knowing that
my conversation was crude and probably not the best to be had around someone
whom didn’t know me. Nevertheless, I didn’t care. Looking at the contents, I added more of a
thought, “Ok then it’s clear you need to get laid and for whatever the reason
you seem to have no balls when it comes to her. Well, I say we remedy this tonight”
“Are you offering your services?”
“Brady that’s gross…Now your just crossing really gross
boundaries, we don’t live in West Virginia.” I pulled the yogurt out of the
fridge and closed it. Turning to the counter where Charlie was sitting and
intently appraising me. His hand rubbing at his chin, head cocked to the side.
Perhaps my conversation was a bit crude. However, his comfort with what I was
talking about well, wasn’t my concern nor should it
be.
“If only I was a woman,” Brady replied
“You behave like one at times,” I offered teasingly while
looking at Charlie. “And if only I was a man. Actually scratch that, I like my
tits.”
“Nice…but let’s face it…being a woman has its advantages
when it comes to get laid.” He added quickly.
“I sense a bet coming on”
“That’s my girl...” he
“And what can I do you the pleasure of this morning?” I
answered.
“Well you can start by telling me what you’re wearing?” he
offered teasingly.
I grinned to his request…this was so typical of him.
Normally, I didn’t play his game, but today I thought
it to be worthwhile. Standing up clutching my purse, I walked to the counter
and placed it down. My eyes were quick to land on Charlie, as he was still on
the phone leaning on the wall looking out onto the city.
“Where would you like me to start Brady? Do I start with my
light blue laced bra and panties…the ones you picked out while we were shopping
at the Galleria….or would you like me to describe the silk nude thigh high
stockings with the lace detail?” I grinned laughing, I
knew this was more for Charlie since he obviously liked watching me dress this
morning.
“Yeah…I remember that set…definitely my favorite. Are you
wearing heels?” he asked
“But of course…nude…Gucci” Yes this was undeniably fun. I
could hear his breathing as it became labored .
“Fuck…” he screamed cussing a few more times, I could tell he must have spilled coffee or something extremely hot on himself.
“Ok, Brady stop jerking off, and
tell me why you called.” I laughed.
I looked back up at Charlie, and he was wide-eyed and
staring at me. Obviously, he was listening to every word.
Again, with the eyes…his hungry and lusting eyes were
barring into me.
I shook my head and walked from the kitchen waiting for
Brady’s response.
“So…Now that I’m utterly undone with your detailed
description” he paused.
Not affording him the opportunity to talk, “Oh did Brady
not get laid last night…is this why I’m sensing so much frustration in your
voice.”
“Hmm, did you?” he rebutted.
“Brady, honestly I left with Chris…No shit I didn’t get
laid. I think that’s pretty definite. Been there done
that, and have no plans of revisiting. Where you had her almost begging for
it…How did you fuck that up?” I grabbed my earrings and put them on waiting for
his response.
Walking back to the kitchen, Charlie was once more on his
phone sitting at the counter with his laptop opened, and firing up. Based on
the way he was dressed it looked as if he would be here all day.
He was in a light orange button down shirt opened at the
collar, untucked , and rolled at the sleeves.
Odd, he was wearing a worn pair of jeans and barefoot. His
hair was messy but in a devilishly sexy way. He was without a doubt an alluring
man.
“Yeah, I can’t go there with her.” Brady sighed
“Why? She clearly wants you to bend her over .
Be a man and just fuck her already. It’s starting to bother me, and you know
me, I don’t give a shit about your sex life.” I opened the fridge knowing that
my conversation was crude and probably not the best to be had around someone
whom didn’t know me. Nevertheless, I didn’t care. Looking at the contents, I added more of a
thought, “Ok then it’s clear you need to get laid and for whatever the reason
you seem to have no balls when it comes to her. Well, I say we remedy this tonight”
“Are you offering your services?”
“Brady that’s gross…Now your just crossing really gross
boundaries, we don’t live in West Virginia.” I pulled the yogurt out of the
fridge and closed it. Turning to the counter where Charlie was sitting and
intently appraising me. His hand rubbing at his chin, head cocked to the side.
Perhaps my conversation was a bit crude. However, his comfort with what I was
talking about well, wasn’t my concern nor should it
be.
“If only I was a woman,” Brady replied
“You behave like one at times,” I offered teasingly while
looking at Charlie. “And if only I was a man. Actually scratch that, I like my
tits.”
“Nice…but let’s face it…being a woman has its advantages
when it comes to get laid.” He added quickly.
“I sense a bet coming on”
“That’s my girl...” he
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