Saturday morning I arrived at Jessica’s house. Her husband was away on a work trip and his mother had taken the kids off her hands to help her out. She answered the door wearing a bathrobe and a big smile.
“Welcome,” she said, opening the door and stepping back to let me in.
She shut the door and embraced me, holding me close to her, and whispering “it’s so good to see you” in my ear.
“Good to see you too,” I replied.
She let go of me and walked me through the house.
“How long to do we have?” I asked.
“As long as you need,” she replied seductively.
“As long as I need, or as long as you need?” I asked cheekily.
“Oh honey, I’m not going to take very long at all,” she replied, even more cheekily, “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time. I’m very much looking forward to having your hands… and whatever else, all over me.”
She led me through to the guest room. It was neat, well lit by a window that faced out to the manicured garden, with a double bed and mirrored wardrobe.