“Don’t take it off,” he said quickly. “Bring it back like that.”
“You are watching.” I said, letting the t-shirt drop back into place.
“Oh, yes,” he breathed into the phone.
“You were watching me earlier, in the pool.” It was a statement rather than a question.
“I like your breast stroke,” he said quietly.
“I was floating on my back,” I corrected him.
“Exactly,” he said so coolly that I felt my nipples tauten.
“What do you do when you watch me?” I asked.
“What do you think I do?” he answered offhandedly, filling my brain with visions of him stroking his large bulge. I took a deep breath and changed the subject.
“What would I wear home if I bring it to you like this?” I asked teasingly.
“Don’t worry about that,” he answered coolly. “I could loan you another one if you want.” he added with a hint of seduction in his voice.
“What would you do if I brought it over?” I asked quietly.
“What would you want me to do?” he answered, again side-stepping the question.
“Do you always turn back questions instead of answering them directly,” I asked with a sigh.
“Only when I don’t know the exact answer,” he said calmly.
“You don’t know what you’d do to me?” I asked.
“Not until you’ve told me what you want,” he answered like it was the most natural thing in the world for me to tell him how to seduce me. Maybe it was because I didn’t respond or maybe he could see my anxiety through his binoculars but he switched to a more direct invitation.
“Why don’t you come over and we can discuss it while I retrieve my property?” he said, his voice sounding almost an octave lower than it did earlier. When I didn’t answer he added without a hint of menace. “You can always just borrow it again and go home.”
“Okay.” I put down the phone and checked my hair in the mirror before I remembered he was still watching. I shrugged at the window before hurrying down the stairs.
I tried not to think about what I was doing as I hopped across the sidewalk and saw him standing at his back door waiting for me. His muscular black chest looked like it had a slight sheen as the porch light reflected off of it.
“Thanks for returning this so promptly,” he smiled as he offered me a glass of wine that was already poured. We locked eyes and sipped wine as we stood toe to toe in his living room.
“Why are you here?” he asked, running his finger down the side of my cheek and sending an electric pulse throughout my body.
“My husband is fucking his coworker across town,” I answered without any forethought while I pondered if this was my only reason for being here.
“So this is what? Revenge?” he asked with a hint of amusement as he took a sip of his wine.
“I don’t know… well, yeah, I guess it’s sort of revenge and sort of evening the score,” I answered before taking a bigger sip of wine. He just nodded like he understood.
“What do you like?” he asked as he set both of our glasses down on an end table and lifted the hem of his t-shirt. I let him pull it over my head before I answered.
“What do you mean?” I felt so vulnerable and quite aroused standing there naked. He brushed the side of my breast with his fingers. The color contrast between his black fingers and my pale breast was surprisingly erotic.