Mystery Girl by JakeRockwell..,
by Jake Rockwell
June 2022
I was leaving a meeting with my bosses in the upstairs corner office when my pocket began to buzz. My cell was set to vibrate, so the ringer wouldn’t disturb the meeting, and I hadn’t turned it on yet. The read-out said “Unknown Caller” so I let it go to messages. I figured if it was important, whoever it was would leave a message.
I didn’t think much more about it until after I got home and jumped into my apartment building’s pool. As the cool, relaxing water washed the day’s stress away, my mind roamed to the call I hadn’t taken. When I got out of the pool, I strolled over to one of the chaise style pool chairs, took a sip of cold Modelo, picked up my trusty cell phone and hit the voice mail icon.
The caller was female and the message made me curious. “Hi, Jake,” she said. “You don’t know me but we have a mutual friend who gave me your number. I’m hoping we can get together.”
I almost turned the message off then because it sounded like someone trying to sell something, or get me to vote for some candidate I’ve never heard of. As I went to hit the off button, I heard something unusual for a spam call. “My name is Charlotte, and our friend Barb gave me your number,” she continued. “This is embarrassing for me, and I hope you don’t think I’m some kind of slut or something, but Barb and I were talking about sex and your name came up. I’d like you to call me back, so I’ve attached a picture of me in a bikini to a text message, and sent it to this number. I thought you might want to see what I look like before you decide to call or not.”
The message ended and I opened up the text she said she was sending. There was this pretty brunette wearing sun-glasses and a skimpy black bikini. Her body was voluptuous, yet she looked like she could run a marathon at the drop of a hat. How could I know it’s the real girl on the call? I thought about it for a minute or two and decided to make a Face Time call with her right now, so wherever she was, whatever she was doing, I’d see her face.
My call was answered after one ring. The smiling face I was looking at was the same one on the bikini girl attachment I’d just viewed.
“Charlotte?” I asked.
“Jake! I’m so glad you called. Smart to do a Face Time.”
“Actually, I’ve never had anything like this happen before, so I’m a little curious about what’s going on,” I said. “I wasn’t sure you were a real person.”
The girl laughed one of those sultry laughs that made me smile.
“Well, Jake, I know it’s you for sure. I’ve seen you out with Barb. She introduced us at Starbucks, but you probably don’t remember me,” she said.
“Now that I see your face, I do recall meeting you. You were wearing a red tank top and black shorts, if I recall.”
“Oh my god! You do remember me.”
“I try to remember pretty girls. Um…that wasn’t too chauvinistic was it? I only mean to say that you are very pretty. I could never forget a woman like you.”
“Jake, I wonder if we could get together sometime to talk. I want to ask for a big favor.”
“My pleasure, Charlotte. When are you free?”
“I don’t actually have any plans for tonight, Jake.”
“Hey! That’s great! I was just planing to chill tonight, so spending time with you would be way better than hanging out alone at home,” I responded.
“Wonderful. Your place or mine?” Charlotte queried.
“Your choice. Wherever you feel comfortable works for me.”
“I’ll text you my address. Is seven o’clock okay?”
“Sure,” I said. “Do you like wine? I could bring a bottle if you like.”
“Got any white?” She asked.
“Chardonnay or Zin?
“Either works for me, Jake. I’m on my way home now. I’ll see you at seven.” Charlotte flashed a perfect smile and clicked off, leaving me a bit giddy and wondering what she planned for tonight that would go nicely with a bottle of white wine.
Mystery Girl
The Meeting
At seven o’clock I rang Charlotte’s video door bell. When the door swung open I was glad I came. She was wearing a pair of very tight, very short pink shorts, and a matching halter top that barely contained her plentiful pulchritude. Her waist was no more than twenty inches, and her hips curved out to what I guessed was thirty six inches or so. I guessed her height was about six feet, as we were eye to eye when I stepped into her foyer. No wonder I remembered her from only one casual meeting.
“Charlotte, it’s nice to meet you again. I love your outfit. Pink is my favorite color,” I smiled.
“Barb told me you were a ‘pink-aholic’.” She laughed that amazing laugh and her blue eyes twinkled with obvious delight.
“Come on in and have a seat,” she said, leading me to the living room. I handed her the two chilled bottles of Finger Lakes white wines I’d brought.
“You said either Zinfandel or Chardonnay so I brought both,” I laughed.
“Perfect. Maybe we’ll drink them both.” Again, that sexy laugh.
Charlotte retrieved a pair of wine glasses and a marble wine chiller to keep the open bottle of Zin cool.
We talked about Barb, and I asked Charlotte what Barb was up to these days. The last I knew, she had met someone and fell hopelessly in love. Charlotte said that was true, and in fact, they’d moved to Wyoming to live on his ranch. She said the happy couple were raising Quarter Horses and beef cattle. I was glad to hear that Barb was happy and doing what she wanted with her life.
After I opened the Chardonnay, Charlotte seemed a bit less inhibited and moved closer to me. Halfway through our next glass of wine, she had her head on my shoulder and her hand on my upper thigh. My arm was around her and my hand was brushing the exposed bottom of her left breast as we talked.
Charlotte took a big sip of her wine and tilted her head up with a look that said “kiss me.” I did, and the kiss lasted for minutes. By the time we broke for a breath the halter top was around her waist and I held her incredibly firm left breast in my hand. When I rolled her nipple between my thumb and first finger, Charlotte shuddered and sighed. By then, she was rubbing my hard cock through my shorts.
“Jake, I think it’s time to tell you why I called you,” Charlotte began. “Barb told me what a wonderful lover you are, and she mentioned that you enjoy my favorite kind of sex.”
“Oh, and what would that be, lovely lady?”
She looked into my eyes for about thirty seconds without a word, then she sighed and said, “anal.”
My cock jumped in my shorts, and Charlotte squeezed it tighter. “I confess, that I do love making love to a tight, hot butt,” I said.
“Barb said you were gentle and considerate. I’ve been using a dildo that Barb picked out because she said is about the same size as your penis, and I think I’m ready to give the real thing a try.”
“I’ve had an erection since you answered the door. You are incredibly beautiful and the sexiest woman I’ve ever shared wine with. If you’d like to give anal sex a try with me, I’m honored to attempt to please you any way you’d like.”
Mystery Girl
The Sex
“I was hoping you’d say that, Jake. I spent an hour preparing for anal in case you agreed. I’ve cleaned up everything down there, and used a great tasting solution to make sure I’m not only clean, but yummy.” The laugh didn’t come, but a low moan escaped her luscious lips as she undid my shorts and my pecker popped out into the air. I told her it was freshly showered and ready, and she put her lips over my corona and ran her tongue around it as if to check.