Waiting for me to come to her place

My cell phone rang as I was leaving the office and climbing into my car. I pulled it from the clip and flipped it open, saw it was Alexiandra a attractive 27 year old woman, who is seperated from her husband. I have not seen or heard from her in two months. I smiled as I spoke into the phone. ” Hello there.” ” Hi.” A soft voice answered. ” Are you on your way home?” ” I am. Where are you?” ” I’m already home.” ” You are? Did you leave early?” I asked as I started the car and guided it out of the parking lot towards the street. ” I wrapped up things and decided to come home early. Do some things, clean, laundry…” she trailed off. ” I see. And are you calling to see if I want take you to dinner?” I joked. I heard her laugh in response and smiled. ” No, I wasn’t calling for that. I was calling to ask a favor.” ” Oh, and what’s the favor?” I asked, as I turned the car onto the next street. ” Well as she said, I’m doing laundry…” ” Yes…” ” And well, if I do all the laundry, I won’t have anything to wear, and I was wondering…” I smiled at the image of her not wearing anything. ” What were you wondering’, baby?” ” Would you mind if I wore your shirt. I found it in my closet..just while I do the laundry?” she said softly. ” Please?”
I groan, and put pressure on the accelerator of the car. I cleared my throat and switched the phone to my other hand.
” You want to wear one of my shirts…” ” While I do the laundry.” She affirmed. ” One of your button down ones… maybe your blue jean one? I like that one.” ” The blue jean one.”

I repeated, hoping like hell I wasn’t going to pass a cop on the way to her place. ” Yes. I really like that one. It’s soft and worn, and feels nice.” Her voice seduced me while she talked. “I mean, I won’t have anything on underneath, and it feels comfortable against my skin.” I shifted in my seat, feeling pressure in my pants as I imagined her in my shirt with nothing on underneath. I took a cursory glance around and groaned in frustration as someone pulled out in front of me. ” So…” I turned on my turn signal and blew past three cars and pushed on the accelerator even more. ” I know you’re driving…so if you have to hang up…” she trailed off. ” No…no…I’m ok.” I reassured her. ” So…if I know you, you’ve already got that shirt on and are just asking me to let me know you’re wearing it.” I chuckled softly. ” Oh now, why would you think that?” She laughed. ” Because I know you.” I shot back. ” Well, I thought maybe you’d want to know I found it at my place…in case you had somewhere to be and wanted to wear it… could not find it.” ” Mmmm, and you just had to call and ask, didn’t you?” I murmured, seeing her road up ahead and accelerating faster. ” I wanted to be fair.” She whispered.

” Fair?” I chuckled. ” You think it’s fair to call me and tell me on my way home, behind the wheel of a car, that you’re home early, in one of my shirts, with nothing on underneath?” ” I bet you get here in record time.” She whispered. ” I’m almost there.” I murmured, as I flew down the road. ” So…do you have it on?” ” Mmmm…well yes.