A Phone Call

I did not even know her surname, but she was warm and very willing, or was it grateful, or did she just need reassurance that no permanent harm had been done but it was her idea, and I guess not bad payment for several hours hard work

I guess we were both tired, exhausted even and after a few pleasant minutes I did a rather ungentlemanly thing and came inside her, rolled over and went to sleep.

I woke much later, her dainty little hands were washing my erect penis with a flannel.

"Some flecks of metal," she explained.

"I ought to go."

"Yes." she agreed, "Put the key under the flower pot."

"Why?"

"For the next time."