The Wrong Address: Part Four

This is the fourth part of a fiction serial, in 1160 words.

The next day was just as busy at work. Stopping for a mid-morning coffee, Steve checked his phone for emails. Nothing from Sophie at all. For some reason, he felt upset about that. He hadn’t replied to her rather suggestive comments the previous night, and was now regretting not bothering. After such a brief period of exchanging messages, he found that he had already started to look forward to them.

Lunchtime brought the same result, nothing. As it got close to the end of the day’s work, he started to feel edgy, though admitting that to himself felt stupid too. Once he was in the car ready for the drive home, he surrendered to the urge, and sent Sophie an email.

‘Hi, Sophie. Thanks for your sexy message last night. I’m sorry I had no chance to reply then, and I have been busy at work today too. I don’t want you to think I was ignoring you, or being rude, so I am sending this before I leave work, just so you know. Regards, Steve. xxx’

No sooner had he reached over to put his phone down on the passenger seat, than his message beep went off. He switched off the engine, and picked the phone up to read the email.

‘Oh Steve, I am so pleased to hear from you, my sexy man. I was sure that I had gone too far last night, and possibly upset you. But after seeing your photo, I really couldn’t control myself. I can’t tell you what a disturbed night I had, wondering if I had spoiled everything so soon. I really appreciate you contacting me, you’re wonderful. Lots of love, Sophie. xxxxx’

Steve couldn’t resist a rather self-satisfied grin. It seemed that Sophie was as keen as ever. But what do do now? Where did he go from there? He decided another email was in order.

‘Sophie, I wasn’t upset at all. I was very flattered, and pleased that you seem to like me so much. If I get a chance after I get home, I will contact you later. But I am not really sure where we go with this, other than the friendly emails. I can’t see that there is much in it for you, as you know I am married, and not free to do anything more. Regards, Steve. xxx’

As expected, her reply came back at lightning speed.

‘Dear sexy Steve. Don’t worry about where we go. Contact me later, and I will tell you. And show you! Lots of love, your Sophie. XXXXX’

So she wasn’t about to be put off. She had now become ‘your Sophie’, and her five kisses were now in capitals. He turned on the engine again, and put the phone on the passenger seat. Sitting in the usual evening traffic, his mind was all over the place. He had no idea what he wanted to do about Sophie. On one hand, the affectionate messages were exciting, and a nice change. But the logical next step was meeting up, maybe even an affair. And though he was bored senseless by his current domestic situation, the idea of cheating on Ellie had never once crossed his mind.

Dinner was a takeaway, as Ellie had got home in a bad mood, and Steve had been stuck in traffic that made him late. He ordered Chinese using an app on his phone, and they ate in silence, in front of the TV. She had wanted to watch one of her serials, and was already changed into her pyjamas when he got back. Eventually, she told him that her bad mood was caused by someone at work being promoted over her, leaving her stuck as an admin assistant for another year. That came as a relief, as for some reason, Steve had been convinced that his wife had somehow discovered about Sophie. When the programme finished, and Ellie told him she was going to have an early night, he immediately thought that would give him the chance to email Sophie.

‘Dear Sophie, I’m on my own at home now. What was it you wanted to tell me? I hope it’s not too late for you now. Regards, Steve. xxx’

The first reply had the heading ‘Just For You’. There was no text, just a photo. It was of a pair of legs, wearing black stockings attached to a suspender belt. The thighs were a little heavy, but the lower legs shapely and curved. It seemed to him that she had taken the photo looking along her body as she lay on a sofa, judging by the material underneath the legs. The second email followed almost immediately, and this time was headed ‘All Yours’. It was a photo of a pair of large, heavy breasts. They were stuffed into a see-through black nylon bra which hardly contained half of them. The photo must have been hard to take on a phone, head-on, and showing nothing but the boobs and bra.

Before he could even think of what to say in reply, a third email arrived.

‘Dear wonderful, sexy Steve. I hope you like what you see in my photos? This is what I would wear under my dress when we met, and I would be very pleased to know what you think of your Sophie. Lots of love, XXXXX’

Once again, he was at a loss to know how to reply. She was making no secret of what was on offer, and that was very appealing indeed. But she had undoubtedly moved it all to the next level, by showing him her sexy underwear, and suggesting that they would meet. Steve stared at the laptop for some time flicking back and forth between the two photos. Looks like it was decision time, he had to conclude. But before he had even hit a key, another message arrived.

‘Oh Steve, didn’t you like my underwear? I bought them just for you. If you prefer, I can show you the same views with nothing on. Lots of love, your Sophie. XXXXX’

His reply was as calm as he could make it, given the situation.

‘Dear Sophie. I really like your underwear, and appreciate what you have shown me, I really do. There’s no need to send more explicit photos, I assure you. I think you look very sexy, I honestly do. But I am not sure where we go now. Regards, Steve. xxx

The reply was taking no prisoners.

‘Steve, my love. Where we go is that you make an excuse to get a night out. I send you my address, and you get to come to my flat and enjoy me in and out of that underwear. That’s where we go of course, you sexy man. All my love, your Sophie. XXXXX’

Steve raised his eyebrows and shook his head.
Seems like it was time to either shit or get off the pot.

27 thoughts on “The Wrong Address: Part Four

  1. I’ve reached the end of this episode in the ‘Complete Story’ and I’m willing Steve to stop. But he won’t and nor will you. Do I dare continue? Do I tune in tomorrow? Will I have nightmares?

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  2. She is awfully eager. She went from A to…Oh…X…yes, I would say X, in a finger snap. It should have deterred him but Sophie’s smart. She only went to X. If she had gone all the way A to Z on him, he would have bailed…Men. Ha!

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    1. Thanks, Pam. I think she sensed that she needed to do something quickly, to overcome his hesitation. So she played her hand to perfection. Men are very easily manipulated by sexual desire. I should know! πŸ™‚
      There is a reason she is eager, which will be revealed in due course.
      Best wishes, Pete.

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  3. George Caldwell: I’ve never milked a cow before.
    Rita: Cut the gas, Steve, you’re a grown man. I’m sure you’ve had some similar experience.
    (Silver Streak)

    By George, I think Steve is going to milk that cow!

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