Webcam chat girls always got hot in the summer months in her office. It was one of the minor disadvantages to being a partner in the firm, but one that she readily accepted. She looked forward to being able to change into her comfortable clothes and sit on the deck with a Tanqueray and tonic, the Pacific breeze in her long blonde hair, and watch the gay chat webcam collide with the rocks that jutted their chin out defiantly.
The phone chirped just as Leslie was picking up her briefcase to make her early exit. She frowned, then noticed that it was her home number. The frown didn't subside initially, because that meant that Mike was home early. The only time he arrived home before she did was if some catastrophe had taken place in the house. The last time it had been the pipe that webcam gay chat erupted all over the kitchen floor during that monstrous cold snap in January. Water had been everywhere when she got home. The northwest had such surprising weather changes.
"Hello?"
"Hey Honey," Mike's low voice murmured in her ear. Leslie loved that low, sultry voice.
"Hi Baby. What's wrong?"
"Nothing Baby. Just missing you." Mike's voice was even huskier than normal.
Leslie knew that tone of voice, and she replaced the frown with a smile. Mike only used that voice when he wanted intimacy, which was often. She felt the tingle between her thighs as she remembered when he had awakened her after attending the dinner meeting last night. He had kept her on the verge of euphoria webcam chat girls what seemed like days before making the mad rush to orgasm with her. The marathon session had become a frantic race to the finish in which they both crossed the line simultaneously.
"Why are you home so early?"
"Don't worry about it Sweetie," he whispered. "Just come home. Is your cell phone with you?"
Leslie cast a quizzical look down into the phone and answered, "Yes, why?"
"Just keep it on Baby...k? I'll gay webcam chat to you in a bit."
They exchanged goodbyes, and Leslie put the phone gently in its cradle. She was pleasantly impatient to find out why Mike was home early, like a teen waiting on her birthday to open her gifts. It certainly sounded positive. She reached for her burnished leather briefcase, tossed her coat over her arm, and started for the door. She checked herself, and put down her case for a moment, snapping open the top and peering into it. She sighted her cell phone, pulled it out, and snapped the case shut. She then webcam chat girls up the case and headed toward the door. |
