Erica gave me her mobile number on the day we officially met, meaning the day after our encounter at the club. I dial her mobile.
It rings several times before she answers. "Hello?"
"Good morning, sweet," I say. "You sound out of breath. Have you been exercising?"
She clears her throat. "Just had a shower."
"An exhilarating one, I gather." My mind shows me images of Erica naked, pleasuring herself in the shower. No, she wouldn't have done that. Would she?
"I—"
Silence follows that single clipped syllable. Maybe she's stunned that I've called her this early in the morning.
"Would you do me a favor?" I ask.
"Depends."
"Go to your kitchen, please."
"May I ask why?" She sounds suspicious, and I can't blame her for that.
"I want to see you."
"Um…"
I drop my voice to a whisper. "Are you in a towel? Or maybe you ran from the shower so fast you're—"
"In a towel. Yes."
"Let me see you. Please."
More silence, but only for two seconds, which I know because I count it on my watch. Then she says, "Okay."
I exhale the breath I suddenly realize I'd been holding in. "To the kitchen."
She must have the mobile in her hand, since I can hear the faint sounds of her movements while she heads for the kitchen. I grip my mobile tighter, still holding it to my ear, my gaze glued to the windows of the house next door, where Erica will appear any moment now.
She sashays into the kitchen, wearing only a white towel that she holds in place with one fisted hand, and she smiles. "Here I am."
"Yes, you are." I flatten a hand on my chest, my fingers curling into my skin. "You're a vision in the morning, wet and clean, just begging to be sullied."
"Is that your plan? To sully me?"
"And then some." I slide my hand down to the waistband of my jeans, but I keep my gaze locked on hers. The sight of her wearing almost nothing makes my mouth water, and I tap my tongue on the bottoms of my front teeth while I imagine I'm lapping at her clitoris. I cup my growing erection with one hand. "Any chance of a preview?"
"Preview of what?"
"You." I shift my hips this way and that, adjusting my cock through my jeans. I'm getting hard enough that soon she'll be able to see the crown sticking out of my waistband. "One glimpse of what you're hiding under the towel."
She scuffles backward a step, and I can tell she's breathing hard, those luscious tits rising and falling.
For a moment, I think she won't do what I asked. Not now. Tonight, aye, but this morning—
She takes hold of both sides of the towel and spreads them open.
My eyes flash wide, and I'm fair certain my jaw goes slack.
Her body is on full display, from those bonnie breasts and their dusky nipples to her slim waist and wide hips. My attention sinks lower still to the dark hairs at the juncture of her thighs. And aye, she has legs that seem well-toned and strong enough to grip me while I take her body.