In the same strip mall, there’s a liquor store where I picked up some Quantro, which I know she likes immensely, but never buys for herself. Then, I drove down the street to her favorite Chinese restaurant where they put together boxes of all of her favorite Chinese dishes, including her precious ‘Shark Fin Soup with Snow Peas’.
Lastly, I stopped at a florist. I know she loves the smell of roses, and being the nice guy I am, I bought three dozen red roses arranged meticulously in glass vases. Buying three dozen roses seemed like a good idea until I had to figure out a way to get them out to my car, and then over to her house without tipping them. Fortunately, the lady in the flower shop gave me a box which I set on the passenger side floorboard. Problem solved.
Arriving at her condo, I opened the door and carried all my surprises inside. Walking into the kitchen, I saw the drying remnants of my recently spewed semen still on her table. I was curious to know why she was so adamant about me not cleaning it up. Did she have some sperm fetish? “That’s kind of kinky.” I thought.
Okay, so now I had to put my plans into action. I put all the Chinese food into the oven to keep it warm. I hid the silver plate and the Quantro in one of her cabinets. While I was doing that, I found candle holders and candles. These would come in handy.
Walking into her living room, I moved her coffee table out to the middle of the room, threw some of her sofa cushions around it and covered it with a white linen table cloth I brought with me. Next, I placed four of the candles at the center of the table and ransacked her kitchen to find everything I needed to transform that coffee table into a beautifully set dinner table.
I was duly impressed with my work. And, as I drew her curtains closed, turned off the lights and lit the candles to see how it looked, I stood in awe knowing that she would be completely blown away with the effort I took to surprise her.
My best guess was that I had, at the most, about forty five minutes before she would arrive home. I decided to put the other two vases of roses in her bedroom and close the door so her room would fill with the aroma from the fresh roses. However, upon entering her room, I stood overlooking the biggest mess I had ever seen. The bed was unmade and the sheets were thrown off. There were clothes all over her floor and a wandering pile of shoes, carelessly thrown in the corner.
With no time to waste and knowing where she kept her sheets, I remade the bed with fresh linens. I picked up all her shoes, arranged them in her closet and then cleaned up everything on her floor. I was doing fine, and I was making good progress until I walked into her bathroom. There on the floor, right next to her laundry hamper was a pair of tangled pink panties. The first thought that came into my mind was “Jackpot!”
Now, I swear to you, and you have to believe me when I say that up until this exact minute my intentions in her condo were purely friendly and all I wanted to do was surprise the hell of out her. But, when I saw those panties lying there on the floor, I couldn’t just ignore them. It was as if the panties actually called my name and then before I knew it, I reached down to pick them up and started to unroll them. But, even before I got them untangled, her scent of her pussy hit me.
My cock instantly went hard and as I stood there holding those panties, I quickly had to make a decision on what I was going to do with them. As I saw it, there were only three choices: 1) immediately put them down and walk away, or, 2) put them in my pocket and ‘liberate’ them to become part of my hopefully growing collection, or, 3) take the time to enjoy them now and then put them back. I must have considered each option for a whole millisecond before my mind was made up.
I took a minute to arrange the two vases of roses so they looked nice, placing one on her night stand and one on her dresser. Checking my watch, I confirmed the fact that I had at least twenty minutes before she would arrive.
Looking at the panties in my hand, I was still torn between putting them back and taking advantage of the opportunity and masturbating with them. Jacking off with her panties as I had done earlier was okay, because she knew I was doing it, in fact, she was right there she watched me. But, what I was thinking about doing now was sneaky and I was invading her privacy. I knew it was a risky thing to do, especially if she caught on.
Finally, I said “Fuck it”. Turning to leave, I closed her bedroom door behind me and took the silky pink treasure into the kitchen with me. I stood defiantly in front of her kitchen table and unzipped my trousers. Fishing my hard cock from my underwear, I held her panties to my nose, closed my eyes and started to gloriously stroke the one eyed monster.
The pink panties were much silkier than the ones she gave me this afternoon and as I delighted in the smell they carried, I rubbed them on my cheeks and directly under my nose. It didn’t take long at all before I started to get close to cuming. Then, with some kind of unthinking reflex action, I slipped the crotch of her panty into my mouth and the next thing I knew, I was sucking the material. When I realized I was sampling the actual taste of her pussy, every sensory function in my body overloaded and I exploded with a huge blast of cum. It jetted across her table in a thick rope, making an obvious trail of heavy, fresh cum. Several shorter spurts followed the big blast until I almost fell to the floor.
I must have been a sight standing there with my cock in my hand and her panties hanging out of my mouth as I gasped for air, trying to hold myself up by leaning on the table. I rested like that for a minute or two trying to catch my breath. Then, looking up over the river of semen on the table in front of me, a severe sense of panic set in.
There was no way I was going to be able to clean up the new cum without disturbing the remnants of my earlier ejaculation, which she specifically told me not to clean up. The trajectory of the cum streams weren’t even in the same direction and the new cum looked different it was thick, white and shiny.
“Oh, shit.” I said.
Stuffing my cock back into my pants, I ran back into her bedroom where I was going to drop the silky treasure into her hamper and hope for the best. However, as soon as I opened the door to her room, I was distracted by the overpowering aroma of the roses.
It was perfect. It would blow her away. In fact, I bet it would blow her away to the point where she wouldn’t even notice or remember that she had left her panties out. So, rolling them back into their original shape as well as I could, I tossed them into her hamper and made my way back into her kitchen, closing her door behind me.
The last detail I had to cover up was my fresh cum covering her table, and as I tried to decide what to do about it, my cell phone rang. It was her ring. “Shit! Shit! Shit!” I exclaimed.
“Hey.” I answered.
“Are you at my house?” She asked.
“Well, kind of….” I answered. “Where are you?”
“Sitting in my driveway.” She replied.
“I see.” I said, franticly wondering how I was going to keep from getting busted. “I don’t suppose you can give me a few minutes before you come in, can you?” I asked.
“Well, that depends.” She answered. “Want to tell me what are you up to in there, Bradley?” She jokingly inquired.
“Sharron, it’s a surprise. I just need two minutes. Can you give me two minutes before you come in?” I begged.
“Okay,” she answered, “but, this better be good.”
“Just give me two minutes. Thanks.” I said as I hung up. Looking around, I tried to think quickly how I was going to clean up the cum before she came in. I ran out to where I had set up her coffee table for us to eat thinking I could use one of the napkins to wipe the cum up from her table. Then, the door knob turned and she walked in. That was the fastest two minutes I have ever seen.
The first thing she saw when she closed the door was her living room rearranged like a restaurant, complete with a fancy table and candles. She sniffed the air and asked, “Are you cooking?”
“None of your beeswax, nosey girl.” I said.
And then in my snobbiest ‘waiter’ accent I followed up with “I don’t believe I’m quite ready to seat you yet, Madame. Can I interest you in something from the bar, though?”
At first, she looked at me like I was crazy. But when I stayed in character and looked at her as if I was waiting for her answer, she put her hands on her hips and asked, “Just what have you been doing in my house, all alone?”
“Dinner,” I said, in my normal voice, “A nice dinner. No fuss, no muss, no going out, and, I promise you’re going to love it.”
Putting her purse and keys down, she looked around. As I knew she would, she came over to look at what I had done with her coffee table… looking at the napkins and the silverware. “Candles and everything, huh?”
“I did the best I could with the time I had.” I replied.
“It’s beautiful.” She said. “What are you cooking?” She asked as she turned to walk into the kitchen.
I caught up with her in just a few steps hoping I could divert her attention away from the cum covered table. As she got closer, though, she stopped short of going in and peered through the doorway. When she saw the roses she turned to look at me. “Roses?” She asked. “Red roses?”