Former Lover Check In

Yesterday afternoon we headed home from work a little earlier than normal. But our plans for a pre-dinner bike ride were aborted by a big assed thunderstorm, the forward edge of those storms that have been barreling through Oklahoma and Missouri over the last day.

But that did give Mistress and Slave some time to rest in the "executive Suite" before we took our younger Co-Ed out to dinner at some trendy urbanista taco joint as we had promised.

"Do you mind if I get naked, Slave?"

Now that's a silly question.

"Of course I don't mind, Mistress...."

Just as she was settling down with her laptop next to me on the bed, her I-phone gave off that little buzz. Mistress seemed tempted to ignore it all together, but then she noticed who was calling.

"It's David....wonder what he wants?"

(David, as some loyal readers may recall was one of Mistress's "cougar week" lovers, last fall. He's the guy with the tatoos who lives in our older Co-Eds campus town, about an hour away. Tatoos. Compelling sex. But... a somewhat sketchy background that made Mistress a little cock-shy, shall we say.)

Mistress was curious, so picked up the phone.

Slave could only hear one side of the conversation of course.  But the gist seemed to be... "Hey, I'm coming to town this weekend, want to get together?"

Mistress's tone was sly and seduction in explaining... "Well.... unfortunately I've got a full house this weekend.... two kids back from college.... but maybe we should find another way to get together again soon...."

After she hung up, she commented that he probably wanted to spend the night here while going to some event in the City.

"It would be a convenient crash pad for him, Mistress.... but for our young and curious girls... might be a little hard to explain who the 30 something guy with the tatoos is that was sharing your bed."

But at least David's call gave Mistress a little something extra to fantasize about as I proceeded to worship those lush clean shaven folds.