Dinner at your place, but she has a better idea.

You hear the phone ring twice before you hear Jackie's elegant, sultry tone.

"Hello?"

"Mrs. Saunders? This is Dave..Suzy's husband," you ask, a slight hint of nervous tension in your tone.

"Dave!" Her tone shifted from serious to delighted. "It's been far too long! And what have I told you about calling me "Jackie"?"

"Sorry about that," you apologize. "It just never seemed like the right time to do it."

"And now with me sending your wife out of town it is? You naughty boy, though I confess I was kind of hoping you would," she admits. "I was beginning to think maybe I didn't leave a strong enough impression on you."

"Trust me, Jackie, you haunted my thoughts in both sleeping and waking hours."

"Wonderful. That time in the men's room was far too short, and I wanted to do so much more to you," she confesses huskily.

You swallow deeply. You had always been comfortable with your ability to charm and pick up women, but rarely did you encounter a woman who made you this wonderfully nervous.

"I wanted more too. I wanted to ask if you would like to come to my house for dinner?" You offer.

"That sounds nice, and I do what to do that someday, but I have an idea of my own if you're game, Dave," she counters mischievously.

"Oh?" You ask, intrigued.

"I'd like you to come to my place," she informs. "I promise to be a very gracious hostess."

"That sounds like fun, Jackie, but I don't know where-"

"Oh don't you worry about that. I'll come get you. See you in about fifteen?"

"S-sure," you answer, impressed with how quick and easily she took charge of the situation.

"Excellent. I'll be there shortly. Just one thing, Dave," she began sultrily, "Don't bother wearing underwear. I won't," she assures before hanging up.

"Holy shit," you gasp softly, sporting a huge hard-on from just listening to her. You make a beeline for the bathroom to remove your boxers.