“They were on sale.” I answered.
“Yeah, right,” she replied, “Brad, you’re such a liar. I do love roses, though.”
“Uh huh.” I said as I nodded my head up and down.
She walked over to the flowers and pulled one of the buds to her nose and inhaled deeply. “This is really sweet of you.” She said. “You’re always so thoughtful.” Then, taking a couple of steps toward the oven, she bent down to look through the oven door and said “Can I have twenty minutes to take a quick shower and change clothes?”
I slipped back into my snobby waiter accent and answered “Why of course, Madame. Take as long as you need. Could I fix you a drink to enjoy while you freshen up?”
“That would be perfect,” she said, “whatever you recommend will be fine.”
“Very good, Madame.” I was starting to enjoy this little role play with her. And, she was playing along with it now, but, I was praying she would hurry up and make her exit before she had a chance to look over at her kitchen table. Unfortunately, that didn’t happen.
As she turned, she walked directly over to the table and as soon as she looked at it, her eyes grew huge and she turned toward me. The only thing I could think of was to stay in character and see if I could say something clever.
“We had a bit of an issue earlier, Madame.” I said. “I’m afraid that one of the staff was quite excited after having something of an overly exciting lunch. I’m sad to say that he couldn’t control himself, and well….. you can see for yourself.”
I wasn’t sure what she was going to do. She turned to look back at the table and in almost the same moment, she extended her hand and swiped her fingers through the trails of my spent sperm. I watched as she pulled her hand out of the goo and rubbed her fingers together. Then, while I watched, she used the side of her hand like a squeegee to gather up as much of the sperm as she could into a puddle about the size of a silver dollar. She ran her fingers through it and played with the puddle until her fingers were coated. Turning back towards me, she had a crafty smile on her face as she said “He should be punished for this, you know.”
“Whatever you say, Madame.” I replied and asked, “if I can be so bold to inquire though, Madame, are you angry?”
“Not at all,” she answered, “I think I can easily understand what might have driven you, uh, I mean ‘him’ to do something like this. It might be completely understandable.”
I was relieved, to say the least. She seemed interested in the pool of sperm and didn’t appear to be upset. Maybe my ‘waiter role play’ got me off the hook. That was a close one, even so.
Speaking again, she said “I’ll have that drink now, and do me a favor please leave all of this alone,” waving her hand over the pool of cum on the table, “I’ll deal with this later.” With that, she smiled at me and walked out of the kitchen and turned toward her bedroom.
As she left, I went to the cabinet where I hid the silver platter and set it on the counter. Finding a high ball glass in the same cabinet, I poured her about half a glass of Quantro, set it on the platter, grabbed a dish towel and arranged it over my arm as a waiter would do, then made my way out of the kitchen and down the hall toward her room.
As I approached, I smiled to myself as the hefty aroma of fresh roses filled the hallway. Peering around the corner into her room, I saw her standing in the middle of the room looking at what I had done. Stepping inside, I cleared my throat and said “Your drink, Madame.”
When she turned around, I could see the look of shock and surprise on her face. But, the sparkle in her eyes betrayed her and I knew without any doubt she was surprised in a good way. “Brad, I know what this room looked like when I left. I can’t believe you did all this. You even made the bed. And, more roses?” She exclaimed.
“Actually, it was easier to put clean sheets on for you and I picked up a little bit, here and there. Nothing much, really. I just wanted you to relax and take it easy tonight.” I replied. “I know how much you love the smell of roses,” I added, as I offered her the drink, “and just thought you might like having a few in your bedroom.”
“Well,” she said, “now I feel even worse about the way I must have hurt your feelings earlier.”
“Sharron, please stop. I held my feelings from you because I was afraid of rejection. I had no choice but to love you secretly because I knew you would never want me the way I wanted you. So, I’m the one that screwed up, not you. If I had sat you down a long time ago and fully explained the way I felt, it wouldn’t have been such a shock and we would be laughing about it now. So let’s let it go, okay?” I asked.
“Okay,” she said, “but I still want to explain some things, and then we can let it go. But, I think everything you did here….. with the roses and dinner and my bedroom…. all this puts the whole punishment thing into a completely different perspective, now.”
“So, I’m off the hook?” I asked.
She laughed. “That’s an understatement.” She answered. “I would say you’re forgiven for all sins, past and present….. that is, unless you secretly want to be punished.” She giggled, adding “And if that’s the case, I’m sure I can find something to punish you for.”
“How about for all my future sins?” I inquired.
“We’ll talk about that tonight,” she replied, “I’ve got some ideas along those lines.”
She downed the Quantro in virtually one gulp and handed the glass back to me. “Ooh, that’s good. Can you bring me another one?” She asked.
“I can, Madame.” I answered.
As I was about to leave, though, I turned back toward her and said “Sharron, I had a really good time here this afternoon. I don’t want to sound weird about it, but, like I told you on the phone, I wouldn’t mind doing it again.”
“Brad, honestly, I want to do it again, too.” She replied. “I hope we can be honest with each other about it, too.” She said. “I’ve been thinking about how we can….. how should I say it….. ‘help’ each other out, so to speak. I’ve been unable to get the vision of you naked and erect out of my mind. And, by the way, you have a beautiful penis. I meant to tell you that this afternoon.”
I must have blushed or something because she went on, saying “Brad, I’m being serious now. If you only knew the type of things I’ve been thinking about, you would have every reason to blush.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about later,” she answered, “but, let me put it to you like this….. I want you to be naked again for me. I really got off on looking at you and watching you…. uh… you know.”
I must have looked like I didn’t believe her. “Really,” she said, “I mean it. I would love nothing more than to have you naked around me as much as possible. Would you like to be naked right now?” She asked.
“Would I be out of line if I said ‘Yes’?” I answered.
“Not at all. But, I have a certain way I’ve envisioned this happening.” She said. “Why don’t you go get my drink… and make one for yourself, too? Then if you’re okay with it, come back and let me undress you.”
That was all I needed to hear. I quickly went to refill her glass – this time up to the top, and poured one for myself, as she suggested. When I came back into her room, she was sitting on her bed holding out her hand, gesturing for her glass. She took a small sip, set the glass back down on the plate I was carrying and told me to set them down somewhere.
She asked me to stand in front of her and when I did, she spread her knees a little and pulled me in between them, as close to her as she could. “I want to touch you. Is that okay?” She asked. I nodded that it was okay, but she followed up with, “I mean, is it okay if I…. uh, feel you up?”
“Sharron,” I answered, “I hereby give you complete permission to touch and feel me anytime you want to.”
Her eyes took on a glazed look and both her hands went right to my crotch, one hand going between my legs and the other pressing directly against my cock through my jeans.
“Oh, Brad. You’re a bad boy aren’t you?” She asked. “You’re already hard for me. That’s so impressive.” She said.
“I’ve been hard almost constantly since this afternoon.” I answered. “I had to jack-off on your table after I got here. I can’t believe how much I enjoyed what we did.”
“I know exactly what you mean.” She said. “I’m so wet, it’s like I’ve had a river flowing between my legs.”
She looked up at me, blushing redder than I’ve ever seen her blush. Then she continued saying, “Brad, I know we have some things to talk about, but for now, can we just put all of that on hold?”
“Sure,” I said, “no problem”.
Then, like she was trying to prepare me for the shock of my life, she said, “Before we go any further with this, I need to warn you that I’m feeling very nasty and horny right now. Is that going to be okay with you? Can I get really nasty without worrying what you might think of me?”
I felt like this was a good time to tell her how the new cum got on her table, so I confessed, saying, “Sharron, I found a pair of worn panties lying on the floor in your bathroom. I did something very nasty with them and that’s why there’s more cum all over your table. So, if you can be understanding about me doing something as nasty as that, I promise to be understanding about anything you might do.”
She said nothing at all in response to my confession. Her hands went to my belt and in a few seconds she had it, and my pants, undone. She pushed them down and her hands went right back to where they were one between my legs and the other feeling my cock. She leaned back and looked at my sexy underwear, saying “Oh, these are cute, but right now, they’re just in the way. You probably put them on just for me, and I’m sorry, but they have to go.” And with that, she pushed them down, leaving my hard cock bobbing no more than a few inches from her face.