When I put the phone down, I pulled my now-hard cock from my shorts and began to stroke it, thinking of Melina laying in bed in her cute shorts and tee sleep set. Wondering if she too was allowing her hands to roam over her body; caressing her flat belly and pert breasts. Running her hands up her toned thighs and rubbing her pussy as she thought of me and the possibilities to come? As I was thinking of her?
Drifting to sleep her dreams filled with Guy and so many different things they could do or go maybe different fantasies. Waking the next morning she almost didn't want to get out of bed and leave those dreams.
My plane landed at lunchtime on Friday. Luckily The Wilted Violet had left before I got back to my rooms.
As soon as I landed, I called Melina. "Melina? It's Guy. I just landed. How are you? What time should I come over and can I bring dinner? It'll be something English."
"OK. I'll open the wine. Where do you keep your bottle opener and glasses?" I asked as I watched Melina walk into the kitchen with her hips swaying seductively. "The pie will take about 40 minutes to cook, so let me know when to put it in the oven."