She even made a trip to the store to buy me an electric razor as well as a blade razor, some after shave she liked, soap, toothbrush and all the other personal items I could ever possibly need for a two or three day visit. She added that she took the liberty of doing a bit of clothes shopping for me, “Just some sexy underwear and lewd things I might ask you to wear,” as she put it, “purely for my enjoyment”. And, she was very clear about it all I would strip, put all my things, including my phone, car keys and clothes in the wooden chest and they would stay there until I was ready to leave. Sharron promised that she wouldn’t have visitors over or let anyone drop by the first few weekends, but she was up front about the fact that she did have other friends and a social life, and sooner or later, I would certainly be seen in a naked state by someone else. She was also up front about the fact that she eventually wanted to have a private party for some of her close girl friends and I would be there to act as the waiter…. especially given the fact that I was so good at it. “Oh,” she added, “I’ll also want you to be the entertainment for my party. I mean, what’s the use in having such a beautiful specimen at my disposal if I can’t show it off and have some fun with it?”
The last few lines of her email made my cock jump in my pants: “Oh, and Brad,” she wrote, “I don’t want you to touch yourself the two days proceeding any of our CFNM weekends. I know it’s Friday, and you’ve probably already whacked yourself off at least once today, but, keep your hands off that thing until you get to my place tomorrow. That means so tugging, masturbating, stroking, feeling, whacking, choking, wanking or whatever else you guys call it. Brad, I realize that might be difficult because I know how guys like to play with themselves all the time, but, I want you to be anxious and worked up when you come over. As I said before, you’ll have ample opportunities to get some relief once you walk through my door and it closes behind you.”
My mind exploded with visions of walking through her door, being immediately told to strip and stroke my cock for her while she sat and watched. As unusual as it sounded, it appealed to me and I found myself unconsciously reaching for my zipper right there in my office! “Oh, shit!” I thought. “I can’t believe I was just about to pull it out and jackoff right here.”
All in all, her email was well thought out and detailed where it needed to be. After reading it a total of four times, I realized Sharron deliberately wrote it in a way that was intended to entice and excite me. And she was obviously successful since all the blood in my entire body found its way to my cock, making it as hard as a steel pipe. Without thinking any further or considering the pros and cons of her offer, I sent her back an email with the one word answer she already knew I was going to send. “Yes”.
That night, I began to primp myself as I had never done before. I cut my fingernails and my toenails, rounding each one perfectly. I took a long shower, washing my hair twice and actually using the conditioner that sat unused for six months. I used the course body sponge over every inch of my body. Unfortunately, I had to discover by trial and error that the body sponge should never be used on any part of your penis (OUCH!).
I even went so far as to use a pair of scissors to try to trim my pubic hair. But looking down and realizing my trim job was uneven, I kept trimming and trimming until I had trimmed it down to almost nothing! But, that was no big deal after all, Sharron was virtually shaved smooth, so I figured she would be fine with my new ‘do’. I had to chuckle though, because with my pubes trimmed back so low, it made my cock look bigger, something I didn’t think Sharron was going to complain about.
Through the whole night, my cock stayed hard thinking about what lay in store for me the next day at Sharron’s house. When ever I started to get soft, all I had to do was think about going over there in the morning and WHAM, instant pole on.
By the time it got to be 11:00 PM that night, I was primped and ready for bed. Wearing only my boxers, t-shirt and socks, I picked up my cell phone and was just about to plug in the charger when I saw that Sharron had text paged me a few hours earlier. “Call me be4 u go 2 bed 2nite.” Hoping she was still up, I sat down on my bed and dialed her number.
“Hey.” She said.
“Hey. I just saw your text.” I replied. “Sorry, I’ve been busy getting ready for the big day.” I said, laughing.
“You mean the big weekend.” She corrected me, chucking out loud.
“Oh, yeah. I guess that’s right.” I answered.
“So, are you nervous?” She asked.
“I don’t know….. maybe,” I replied, “but, I’ve been so busy I haven’t had time to think abut being nervous.”
“Doing what?” She inquired.
“You know, just stuff to get ready.” I answered.
“I’ve got everything you need over here already,” she said, “all you have to do is bring yourself, Brad.”
Sharron sat and listed politely as I explained in melodramatic detail about the shower and the body sponge and my pubic trim job. I could hear her break into laughter every now and then until she finally interrupted me, asking “It sounds like you’re really getting into it. Are you excited?”
I admitted the truth. “Sure, why wouldn’t I be?” I said. “I think your email was right on the money, so, believe me, I’m good to go.”
“You’ve probably had an erection all day, haven’t you?” She asked confidently.
“Well, no shit, Sherlock! Between reading your email and everything that’s been flying around in my head, I’ve been hard all damn day.” I replied. “Can you blame me?”
“No, I don’t blame you, and that’s exactly what I was hoping for.” She answered. “And to tell you the truth, Brad, I’ve been excited all day, myself. But, be honest with me, have you, uh, kept your hands off yourself? You know, down there, I mean.”
“Well, I haven’t cum, if that’s what you’re getting at.” I said.
“But you wanted to,” she added, “isn’t that right?”
“Hell yes, I wanted to,” I exclaimed, “but your note told me not to do it.”
“Ah,” she mused, “I’m glad to know that you’re following the rules. So, if I tried to entice you to stroke yourself right now, do you think you could keep from doing it?” She asked.
“Sharron, it’s probably not a good idea to tease me right now. I’m on a hair trigger, so to speak.” I warned her. “I could spontaneously explode and spew cum everywhere!”
“Oh, I see.” She said. “So you probably couldn’t resist touching yourself if I told you I was lying here nice and comfy in my own little bed, wearing only a tiny pair of panties and that I was very, very wet. Is that right?” She asked.
“No Shit? Are you really?” I replied.
“Uh huh,” she moaned into the phone, “I am. I was just thinking about how nice it’s going to be seeing you naked and hard all weekend just for little ol’ me. And, my fingers are down there, stroking up and down between my legs, making my panties wetter and wetter. Ooohhh, I can’t tell you how nice this feels, Brad.”
I listened for a minute and heard her breathing heavily into the phone.
“Sharron,” I warned, “if you’re trying to get me to break the rules and start jerking myself, just keep it up. I’m warning you.”
“Go ahead,” she said, “you can jerk yourself all you like,” she added, “just don’t make yourself cum.”
After another few seconds she asked “Brad, are you naked?”
“No,” I answered, “well almost, I guess. I’m in my underwear.”
“Oh, what a coincidence!” She remarked. “We’re both in our chonies!”
“Jeez, what a surprise.” I replied sarcastically.
“Brad, will you do something for me?” She asked.
“I don’t even know why you ask that, Sharron.” I answered. “You know I’ll do just about anything for you.”
“Oh, goodie.” She said. “I want you to get naked and stand next to the side of the bed. Make sure you’re facing the bed, okay?”
I shook my head from side to side as I sat the phone down and took off my t-shirt, socks and my chonies, as she called them. I could tell from the tone of her voice she was in a playful mood and wondered what mischief was going to befall me.
Turning toward the bed, I picked up the phone and spoke. “Done.” I said.
“Hmm, ok,” she said, “so, Brad are you erect?”
“What do you mean ‘am I erect’? Do you mean am I standing? Yes, I’m standing!” I answered
“No, Brad, I was referring to your winkie. Is it erect? Is it hard?” She asked.
“My winkie?” I answered, almost laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe.
“Okay, smart ass…. your penis. Your cock. Your winkie! Is it hard?” She asked.
“Well duh!” I answered. “What do you think, Sharron? You’re telling me about how you’re touching yourself and how wet your panties are. Of course it’s hard.”
“Okay, good.” She replied. “Now I want you to imagine that I’m lying on your bed, and you’re standing right there next to me with a hard on. Go ahead and rub that beautiful cock and tell me what you’re thinking about as you stroke yourself. Tell me what goes through your mind while you imagine me lying in front of you in nothing but my panties.”
“Are you for real?” I asked.
“Come on, Bradley.” She urged. “Play along. It’ll be fun. Tell me what you’re thinking. You can touch yourself, but, don’t make yourself cum.”
“So, you’re lying on my bed and I’m naked with a hard-on. Can I have you naked,” I questioned, “or can I have you doing whatever I want in this fantasy?”
“Oh, I don’t think so.” She quickly answered. “It has to be just like we are now. I’m lying there in just my panties, touching myself and you’re standing naked by the bed. Now you take it from there. Tell me in detail what your fantasy is.”
“I got it.” I said. “If it’s my fantasy, then you don’t have anything on but your panties. No bra or anything on top. Your breasts are rising gently as you breathe, and your pretty nipples are poking up at me. Soon your left hand reaches up and your forefinger starts to circle one of your nipples. As you do this, you close your eyes and pull your knees up. I’m stroking myself slowly, but fully all the way from the bottom to the tip of my winkie.”