When I got back to work, even the solitude of my office didn’t do much to quiet my nerves or for that matter, reduce my excitement. The hurt in hearing Sharron tell me that she didn’t love me the same way I loved her was devastating and painful. But, in a way, I felt released from the invisible tether that drove me to pursue her. I knew part of my relationship with her was now over the part where I was trying to ‘will’ her to love me. On the up side, though, she positively reaffirmed our close and special friendship. I guess that was better than nothing.
I kept bouncing back and forth between feeling sorry for myself and the extreme excitement I experienced being naked in front of her. Boy, what a transition that was! One minute I was telling her how much I loved her and the next minute, I was standing in front of her with a hard-on, stroking my cock while she watched from two feet away.
Thinking back, I remembered how it all unfolded and I realized what a sly fox she was. At just the precise moment when I was the most vulnerable, she brought up the Slippery Nipple. She worked that angle to bring up her CFNM fantasy, adding that it would be no big deal for me to get naked in front of her since we were such good friends and all. So, feeling desperate to have any kind of relationship with her, I agreed. In fisherman terms, she threw her line out and I took the bait.
Then, to set the hook properly, she pulled that hot little stunt in her car after we left the restaurant. She knew damn well if she sat with her legs spread open, letting me look at her panties, I would agree to just about anything. Truthfully, it was a very smart move on her part. I don’t know how long she’s known about my fascination with panties, but, she played me like a fine violin first letting me look up her skirt and then enticing me with the promise of more. In the long run, though, I ended up being the master of my own un-doing. But, who could blame me? Listen, no man thinks clearly when he’s looking at the panties of the girl he’s desired for years. Interestingly enough, I saw a side of her that was anything but sweet and cute. Plus, it didn’t matter to me at all that she might have manipulated the situation to see my cock. I kind of liked that, anyway.
I closed my office door and stared at my computer screen trying to decide which of the fifty urgent and overdue emails I should open. After ten minutes of staring at my inbox, I still hadn’t made a decision and finally realized I might as well just turn the damn thing off and go home.
Driving home, I replayed in my mind the vision of her standing in front of me with her skirt up around her waist and how I stripped off my pants and underwear. I recalled the look of longing on her face when she looked at me, and later, her look of total satisfaction as I stroked my tool in front of her. Then, when my cock was about to explode, she hesitantly wrapped her hand around it and stroked it until I was spent. In a way, we made a good team I had what she wanted and she had what I wanted.
But, beyond it all, there were some things I learned about my cute innocent little Sharron which I would keep in mind if I was smart: First, she loved to see naked men. Second, she fantasized about watching men masturbate. It only took me a minute to figure out that if I couldn’t be her real lover, maybe we could work something out for some mutual stress relief!
There was something about what we did that deeply touched the naughty side of me. Exposing myself in front of her gave me an adrenaline rush like I had never experienced before. I was nervous, sure, but when I saw her eager eyes staring at my hard cock, all I wanted to do was show it off more. I also liked the idea of stroking myself in front of her, especially if she was going to show her panties off. That, just in itself, was worth it to me to be able to see my perfect love holding her skirt up so I could look at her panties while I pleasured myself. It just doesn’t get any better than that.
I even agreed to be naked with her on Saturday. I wonder how many times a day I can get a hard-on? How many times could I make myself cum? Once an hour? Holy shit, wouldn’t that be something! Maybe I should quit jerking off for a few days and save up my cum for Saturday?
I was just about to make the last turn before pulling into my driveway when my cell phone rang. I recognized the personalized ring tone immediately as ‘her’ ring. A sudden panic shot through me and I just knew she was calling to cancel our CFNM Saturday and tell me we’d made a horrible mistake after lunch today.
I contemplated not answering. But, deciding to be brave, I flipped open my phone and answered it just like I always do with her.
“Hey.” I said.
“Hey.” She replied, saying, “Thanks for lunch today, Brad. I had a really great time.”
I laughed. “You mean the actual lunch, or after lunch at your place?” I asked.
“I meant when we were at the condo,” she answered, “but, lunch was good, too. I always enjoy being with you. You know that.”
“Personally, I had more fun at the condo,” I said, “and, we should have lunches like that more often.” I added.
“Would you like that?” She asked.
“You’ve got to be kidding, Sharron. I would do it again in a heartbeat!” I explained.
“I’m glad to hear you say that.” She said. “Brad, I’ve got a proposition I want to run by you. Do you want to have dinner tonight?”
“Uh, sure, I guess. But, what’s up?” I asked.
“Well, it’s complicated.” She said. “Let’s talk about it tonight. Besides, I feel bad about the way I trampled all over your feelings today.”
“Somewhere along the way,” she added, “I must have given you the impression that I wanted you to chase after me, or hold out for me. But, Brad, I never intentionally did that. I swear until you told me today, I never had any idea you felt the way you did.”
“I know that.” I replied. “You don’t have to feel guilty. I should have discussed it with you years ago. It’s entirely my fault and you handled yourself graciously, Sharron.”
“No, Brad, I didn’t.” She answered. “And, I do feel guilty and I realize now how hurtful I was to you. I just want the chance to explain myself, okay? We’ll do that tonight, too.”
“Okay, okay.” I said. “What time did you have in mind?”
“Why don’t you meet me at the condo at seven o’clock and we’ll go somewhere nice and I’ll treat.” She said.
“Okay, I’ll see you around seven.” I replied.
After we hung up, I pulled into my driveway and went inside. I guessed things were going to be fine between us. I’ll let her get her guilt off her chest and we’ll say what ever needs to be said and then we’ll both have some closure. “That will be good.” I thought.
Then I got a terrific idea! I’ll go over there early. I’ll use the extra key she gave me to get in and I’ll have dinner ready for her when she gets home. One thing I know about Sharron is that she loves surprises and she loves to be pampered. So, I made a quick list of things I wanted to take over there and a few things I needed to pick up on the way. But first, I better have a shower and change into something casual.
Standing in the shower with the hot water beating down on me, I started to think about her holding up her skirt and showing off her yellow panties. Then I remembered the modest way she took them off and how they felt against my cheek…. and her smell.
What a turn-on it was to reach out and take her panties from her hand and lift them to my nose. I stopped for a moment to wonder what went through her mind when she saw me sniffing her panties. She had to know I would use them to feed my fantasies of her, didn’t she? Of course she did. She knew damn well they were wet with her pussy juice. When she told me I had ‘earned them’, what exactly did that mean? Were they the “consolation prize” since I couldn’t have her love? Was that it? I got her panties instead of her heart? Or, were they really my reward for getting naked in front of her?
That got me thinking. If her panties were a reward for getting naked, would she reward me the same way if I got naked, again? Would the reward be better next time? I’ve been alive long enough to know that when a woman wants to give you her panties, that’s something you should appreciate and encourage. So, I made a mental note to thank her.
Without realizing it, I had begun to stroke my cock as I day-dreamed. A million thoughts flashed through my mind as I brought myself closer and closer to cuming. Then suddenly, I got a brain storm on how I could end up naked in front of her tonight.
I stopped jacking myself and finished my shower as quickly as I could. Rummaging through my underwear drawer, I found the pair of spicy men’s underwear Sharron gave me as a gag gift some years back. “These might turn her on.” I hoped.
After I dressed, I gathered everything I needed from my place, grabbed my car keys and ran out the door. I knew I had to make at least four stops on the way over to her place. Fortunately, they were all close to each other and before I knew it, I arrived at my first destination, the Hallmark store.
Now, you should understand that Sharron is a sucker for anything with a cute saying on it and more than once she’s drug me though this store looking for something that caught her eye. Browsing through the glass display cases, I wondered if I would find a cute little curio statue that said “Panties Are For Sharing”. But, not finding one, I found the next best thing: a beautiful crystal picture frame with the words “All You Need Is Love” etched into the crystal. On another shelf, I found a small silver plate that would add nicely to my plans, so I snatched it up, too, and headed to the register. The lady behind the register offered to gift wrap the picture frame and since I thought it would be a nice touch, I waited the extra five minutes for her to do it.