Brian stopped fiddling with the radio and turned on the windshield wipers as it began to drizzle. He needed to pay attention to the road and stop letting his thoughts drift to Sheila. God, Sheila. She was going to be the death of him.
He felt like a teenager again. As soon as he saw her he was hard. Hell, just thinking about her he was hard. He grinned ruefully and shook his head slightly to clear it. Everything he knew and read and that was shouted at him from the media these days said that he shouldn't be feeling like this at his age.
He was firmly in the demographic of the target audience of the little blue pills. So was Sheila. But Sheila? Man….. Sheila was something special.
He refocused on the wet pavement and drove along smiling to himself over how surprised she was going to be when he arrived a day early. Only four more hours. Four more hours and he could slide his hands around her waist and bury his nose in ……his cell phone ringing brought his focus back to the task at hand.
He fumbled for it on the passenger seat and saw with a jolt to his system that it was Sheila calling. He flipped the phone open and stuck it to his ear driving with one hand.
"Hey, I was just thinking about you."
"Are you safely sitting down in the hotel?"
"Yes" he lied.
"Oh good, because I wanted to tell you that I was just in the shower and I was thinking about something that I thought you might enjoy hearing about….." She laughed that throaty laugh that he loved. He tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
"What were you thinking about?"
"I was thinking about you while I ran my hands over my body slowly feeling all the curves and swells, delicately soaping my breasts, my ribs, my waist, the inside of my creamy white thighs….. thinking about you as I arched my back to the hot shower spray letting it slide over my sweet heart shaped ass…he could hear her smiling into the phone.…picture everything she was describing…see her white skin pinkening under the hot spray in his mind's eye….he tipped his head back and made a little sound….
"You still with me big fella?"
Sheila's low teasing voice was overridden by the blinding headlights and the blast of the semi's horn as Brian dropped the phone, jerked the wheel to the right and swerved back into his lane inches from the grill of the semi. He managed to control the slide and wound up on the berm of the road with his heart pounding. He swallowed hard and scrambled on the floor mat for the phone.
"Baby? Baby are you alright? What was that sound? Did you drop the phone?"
He could hear the concern in her voice.
"I'm fine honey. I just accidentally dropped the remote and the phone at the same time…. you know what kind of effect you have on me, God…all the blood ran out of my head and into my …well…..everything's fine…. I turned the tv back down, sorry for the interruption….….you were saying?"
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