Doing A Carol 21
Dear Diary.
It’s Thursday morning and I’ve received a ping from Michael.
Ping. ‘Hello. I believe that Steve was looking for me yesterday.’
‘Yes he was. Did he catch you?’ Again, no how are you or did you have a good weekend?
Ping. ‘Doing what?’
Ah. So you’ve been up to something then. Gotcha!
‘I don’t know. You tell me.’
Ping. ‘Can’t say. Ha ha.’
So you have been up to something.
‘Yes, Steve was looking for you about work stuff. I said that I didn’t know where you were.’
Ping. ‘Thanks. He found me in the end. I couldn’t answer the phone at that time as I was in the middle of something.’
‘So where were you then?’
Ping. ‘I was out of town on business.’
‘I see. And was it successful?’
Ping. ‘Yes, definitely.’
I bet, you dirty bastard.
‘Was it a blonde, brunette or a red head?’
Ping. ‘A grey head actually.’
‘Ooh. I didn’t know that you were in to older?’
Ping. ‘No. He was a client. A new business contact. He wants me to maintain his fleet of cars. We were signing contracts over dinner. Then we went out for drinks.’
‘That’s exciting. Congratulations.’
Ping. ‘Thank you.’
‘I haven’t heard from Sara for a while. What’s she been up to?’
Ping. ‘She’s still on one of her self help courses or something like that. She’ll be back home tomorrow night.’
‘Oh that’s good. I may have to pop down on Saturday and catch up with her as I haven’t seen her for ages ‘
Ping. ‘Just her?’
‘At the moment, yes. If I have any spare time, I’m sure we could squeeze in something extra.’ Let’s play hard to get and see where that takes me.
Ping. ‘That will be good. I do like a bit extra too.’
‘I’m sure you do. Don’t we all?’
Ping. ‘Great. Gotta go now as work calls. I think Steve needs some help with a car that’s just come in.’
Excuses, excuses.
‘OK. Go off and play with your boy toys.’ I joked. Michael’s garages specialises in fixing top of the range motors and he’s hard to make an appointment with.
‘By the way, say hello to Steve from me.’ My heart skipped a beat. Why? Is Steve my new infatuation?
Ping. ‘Will do.’
Is that it? ‘Will do?’ What kind of answer is that? Where’s the smart reply? Where are your smutty come backs? And why aren’t you even a bit curious that I’m wanting to say hello to Steve? Jealous even? Obviously you’re not bothered, oblivious or are you playing me again?
If so, what are you up to now? What has he got planned for me now? I shudder to think.
Steve makes me shudder though. My groin tingles when I think of him and I’ve not even spoken to him, we’ve just exchanged a few texts and I’ve scanned a few pictures of him. But that’s a start.
Ah Steve, the pulse invader and the gasp generator. The conquering hero who can damage a woman with one swipe of his mighty sword, one thrust of his jousting rod and plunge his fair maiden into a seductive submission of ecstacy.
Well, he can certainly pillage and plunder my village anytime and anywhere.
I sound like I’m such a slut. But I’m not. Am I? I’ve only sucked a few guys and had one true moment of passion with Michael pounding me, admittedly in front of a crowd, but that’s it.
Though honestly, that night of my first dogging experience has given me a taste of such naughtiness. It’s unlocked a dormant succubus inside of me, a vivacious vixen on the hunt for any fresh meat to satisfy my ferocious hunger. I now want more. Much more.
By the sound of that last paragraph, I do seem to come across as a predatory woman on the prowl. A slut.
But I’m an independent woman who knows what I want and I go out and get it. And there’s nothing wrong with that, is there?
And talking about going out to get what I want, do I have time to quickly look at Steve’s profile again? No, I don’t. I’ll have to wait until later.
But why wait? I’ve never waited for anything. I want Steve, I want him now, but I’m going to play it their way.
I’m going to be devious and let him think that he’s trapped me in his fishing net, when in fact, I’ve dangled the bait before him and caught him hook, line and sinker!
#kinkyklobber #doingacarol #talesofahotwife