A Not-So-Small Piece of Heaven

The next day went on much the same way. I had planned on waiting until the third day, but my excitement got the better of me. At around eight o'clock I sat down in my arm chair next to the phone and took out the small scrap of paper she'd scribbled her phone number on. I carefully dialed the numbers and brought the phone to my ear. The dial tone sounded four times, followed by the sweet voice I remembered from the bar. "Hello?" the voice said.

"Hi, Vicky! It's Carter. How are you?" I asked politely, trying to seem like a nicer guy than I probably was.

"I'm great, I'm so glad you called!" She exclaimed. "I just got back from the gym and I was about to jump in the shower."

The thought of her all soapy and wet made the crotch of my jeans a little tight. "Oh, well I'm sorry to disturb you when you're busy," I said stupidly. "But I was just wondering if you'd like to have dinner with me tomorrow night."

"Yeah, that sounds great!" she said, seeming very excited.

We discussed the time and when I should pick her up, and I let her run off to the shower. By this point, the image in my head was giving me a major hard-on. I walked to my bedroom, unbuttoning my pants along the way. I pleasured myself to the thought of Vicky rubbing soap all over her petite, pale body.

The next day I got home from work in a great mood. I was very excited about taking Vicky out to dinner. I had chosen a fancy Mediterranean restaurant, and was set to pick her up around eight o'clock. I got dressed up in a dark suit and tie that I really looked good in. I left my house around seven forty five, wanting to get there at around eight o'clock. I pulled my car into the parking lot of her apartment complex, and walked up the two flights of stairs to her apartment. I knocked lightly on her door three times, and heard her yell from inside to come in. I walked into the apartment and closed the door behind me. "Just have a seat on the couch" I heard her yell from the back. "I'm not quite ready yet."