My cell phone rang. Along with the number was a name, indicating the caller was in my contacts list. Judy. I’d forgotten I had added her back when we were working out schedules so I could look at a car she had for sale. That was a few months ago. She was around 46 according to things she’d said. She wasn’t super sexy physically, although for having three kids she looked pretty good, but she just had an air about her. A subdued, “I can fuck your balls off” aura. The day I looked at the car, she was wearing black stretch pants that were tight enough that everything was displayed. Either she had on the thinnest thong ever made, or nothing under them. I could even see how she’d trimmed her pubic hair. But she was married, super Christian from her conversation, and I was there to buy a car. Still, I enjoyed the view.

“Hello,” I answered.

“Hi, is this Steve? This is Judy Swann. You bought my car a few months ago?”

“Hi, Judy. Yes, this is Steve. What’s up?”

“How’s the car doing?”

“It’s doing great. I’ve done some cleaning and a bit of repainting on it. New floor mats.”

“Oh, that’s great,” she almost giggled. This was feeling odd. “I know this may sound strange, but could you swing by today or tomorrow? I think I may have left something in it and want to check. You remember where I live?”

Odder and odder. There was nothing in the car, but she lived close by, and I had nothing else to do. She was easy on the eyes so it would at least be pleasant. “Sure, I can be there in about ten minutes.”

“Great. See you soon.” She hung up.

I pulled into her driveway and drove back to her house which was set back behind another house. As I was getting out of the car, she came out of the house wearing the same black stretch pants. Like before, everything was quite well outlined.

“Thanks for dropping by. Do you mind if I look in the glove compartment?” I said didn’t and she went around to the passenger’s side, dug around in the glove compartment for a minute, then stood up. “Not in there. How about the trunk?” I pulled the trunk release under the dash and we both walked to the rear of the car. As we stood there, her gaze was toward the empty trunk, but she was somewhere else.

“Steve, do you remember the day you bought this car?” I said I did. “Do you remember how you were looking at me when you didn’t think I noticed? You kept glancing at my crotch.”

Oh, geez! Busted. Well, nothing to do but admit it. “Yeah, I was. I’m sorry if it made you uncomfortable. You’re hot and those pants leave little to the imagination.” I know my face was red, I’d felt it change.

“You think I’m hot? Really?” Her voice had a tone of uncertainty, as if she might not like the answer.

Fuck it. Might as well be honest. “Absolutely.”

Now it was her turn to color. Then she asked, “Why were you looking at my crotch?”

I decided to see where it would lead. “Because everything is quite clear under those tight pants and I was wondering how you would look and taste out of them.”