Call Her Back

John smiles at her obvious displeasure at his instructions and her trite way of expressing her annoyance. He lifts the miniscule piece of cloth that passes for a pair of panties to his nose and inhales. But the aroma is only of soap and talcum powder. She had only donned them after her shower so of course they did not have her scent.

“Come back here a minute,” he calls to her as she exits the bedroom carrying the skirt she is going to wear and a handbag. She already has on a tank top and was wearing high heels, so he figures she is going to put on the skirt in the living room and leave from there without having to see him anymore this morning.

Again, he smiles at her small act of defiance.

John lies there quietly, listening. He doesn't hear the click-click-click of her heels heading for the bedroom, but neither does he hear the front door opening. All is quiet for a few moments. Is she making up her mind?

Finally the sound of her approaching the bedroom tells him that she has decided what to do. And what she has decided to do is to return to the bedroom to see…

“What is it now?” she askes in an impatient tone, one hand on her hip, the other holding her bag. She is wearing the skirt. “I’m going to be late for work.”

… to see what he wants.

He studies her for a moment, she short skirt and high heels show off her legs to her advantage.

“Well, we wouldn’t want that, would we?” he answers. Then, waving his hand in a beckoning motion, he tells her, “Come over here. Give me a quick blow-job before you go.”