It had been a few months since Tracy’s seduction plan had finally succeeded (see part one). I’m not sure exactly what her intention was at the outset but I strongly suspected that she’d hoped I fall in love with her. By this time I guess you could call her mission a partial success, in that, while I still couldn’t in a million years imagine us as a romantic couple, I was at least in love with fucking her. I hadn’t had such great sex for many years and I spent most of my spare time eagerly awaiting her call.
A week or two after the incident in her parked car (see part 2), my phone rang and it was her. By this point, my cock would more or less jump to attention at the sound of her voice, given that it meant she’d soon be outside waiting in the car so she could drive me to her place where we would spend the evening naked, doing whatever we could do to pleasure each other. “You wanna meet tonight?” she asked.
Given that I had not yet once declined the offer, the question barely needed answering.
“Of course,” I said