The envelope was sealed and as I opened it, I found a fancy card that had a handwritten line from her which made me smile. Also included was a one page handwritten note saying:
“Brad, I’m writing this after our phone conversation last night, so I think you can imagine the feelings going through my head right now.”
“I want you to know that if you’re questioning being here or going through with this, it’s okay if you want to call it off and go back to your place. Believe me, I won’t hold it against you or think less of you. I’ve questioned it myself at least a hundred times. But, if you stay, I promise it will be memorable weekend the likes of which neither of us will ever forget, and maybe the start of another chapter in the book of our friendship.”
“I’m going to assume its a few minutes after nine and you’re still dressed. If that’s the case, I want you to completely undress and put your clothes in the wooden chest that’s right next to the front door. Don’t forget to turn your phone off. Go do that and then come back to this note.”
“This was it.” I thought. “Game on”.
I set the note down and walked back into her foyer and looked at the wooden chest. It was about three feet long and maybe twenty inches deep. It had a domed top which reminded me of a miniature pirate chest. There was a clasp where the top met the bottom and a sturdy looking lock, with a key in it, draped through the hole of the clasp. “Hmm,” I thought, “she wasn’t kidding about the lock”.
Opening the chest, I first put in my shoes and then emptied out my pockets and put in my keys, wallet and my phone. Unbuckling my belt, I slowly looked around the room as I undid my jeans and slipped them down and off. The silence was deafening and I started to feel self-conscious as I continued to my shirt, socks and then finally, my chonies.
When I was envisioning this yesterday, I was sure I would have a hard-on as I undressed but that was far from the case right now. If anything, I was feeling embarrassed and shy. It’s one thing to be naked in front of a woman that you’re hoping to get jiggy with, but, it’s eerie as hell to be standing in someone else’s home in the dead of silence, alone and completely naked.
Placing my undies in the chest, I closed the lid and looped the opened pad lock back through the hole. Feeling proud and without any more thought, I reached down, closed the lock and removed the key. “I’ll just put it in the kitchen for her to find,” I said to myself, “in case she’s testing my resolve to go the distance.”
Returning to the kitchen, I picked up her note and began reading where I left off.
“Welcome back. I bet you’re getting a little anxious by this time. But, I hope you don’t have an erection, Brad, because the first time I set eyes on you this morning, I want to see you with a soft cock. Then, I want to watch you go from soft to hard while you’re right in front of me. Seeing you hard before was such a turn-on for me, but I want to see what it looks like as its happening, knowing you getting hard, just for me.”
“To help you, I came up with a way I hope will ensure you are soft when I first see you. Here’s what I want you to do: There’s a coffee maker on the counter next to the microwave. The instructions and everything you need are right there. I want you to make some coffee for me and bring it to my bedroom at exactly 9:30. Maybe trying to figure out the coffee maker will distract you enough for your cock to go down, if it’s hard. You can hunt around for a coffee cup and anything else you need as an added distraction. But, Bradley, in case that doesn’t work, open the refrigerator. There’s a plastic container in there with some chilled water and a washcloth in it. Use the washcloth as necessary to keep yourself soft. I once read that a cold washcloth will take even the most virulent erection away in a matter of moments. Then, at exactly 9:30 I want you to knock on my bedroom door, ask permission to enter and then bring me a nice, fresh, hot cup of coffee and leave the rest to me. Sounds easy enough, huh? See you at exactly 9:30.”
I looked at the clock on her stove and it said 9:14. Turning, I realized my cock was hard now. In fact it was more than hard, it was rock hard. Damn. Damn. Damn. My mind raced ahead to the possibility of having to use the cold washcloth on my nuts and cock, a possibility that wasn’t appealing. But not having time to waste, I set to the task of making the coffee. The instructions were simple and it wasn’t too long before I had it going. Unfortunately, my cock wasn’t cooperating and it was now 9:20. I cringed at the thought of applying the cold, wet washcloth to my winkie but it was looking more and more probable.
I found a coffee mug and a saucer, along with the silver platter I picked up for her a few days earlier. Just to amuse her, I picked out a kitchen towel to drape over my arm, in my best waiter motif. By 9:25 the coffee was done, and I poured it up and readied everything to take up to her bedroom. I quickly arranged one vase of roses and set them on her kitchen table and decided to take the other one to her bedroom with her coffee. Maybe the shock of more roses from a naked delivery man would add something more to what she has planned. I smiled at how clever I was.
Now it’s 9:27 and my cock is still hard. DAMN! Reaching into Sharron’s refrigerator, I saw the plastic container half filled with water and a washcloth floating in it. It looked cold. DAMN! Her humorous nature must have had a good time with this idea since there was a small yellow post-it note on the side of the container with a smiley face written on it. She’s a riot, huh? I can just see her now…. snickering to herself as she made the smiley face and stuck it right where I would see it.
I reached in and took out the container, walked it over to her sink, reached in to take out the washcloth and wring it out. “Oh, this is not going to be fun.” I thought. I looked at the clock 9:28.
Gathering up all my courage, I reached down and applied the cold, wet washcloth to my crotch. The initial shock was an eye opener, believe me. Braving it further, I wrapped it around my rod and right before my eyes, I went from hard to soft in a matter of a few seconds. No lie – I shit you not. Just for good measure, though, I wrapped the entire washcloth around my nuts and my softening cock, cradling my whole package in the coldness….. and with that, the task was done. I was completely soft. And frightfully cold.
Turning to the clock, I saw it was 9:29. With only one thing on my mind (getting to her bedroom at exactly 9:30), I gathered up the flowers, silver platter with coffee, waiter’s towel and took a step out of the kitchen. Passing her kitchen table, I spied the bag of rose petals and hooked them up with my fingers.
I paused to listen at her door, but I didn’t hear anything. Since my hands were full, I set the second vase of roses on the carpet outside her door and knocked lightly.
“Who’s there?” She asked, in a musical voice, as if she didn’t know.
“Delivery man.” I replied, chuckling to myself.
“Oh my!” She replied, again in her happy, musical voice. “I’m still in bed, but, I guess I can trust you, so come on in.”
I took a deep breath and turned the door knob. I pushed the door open just enough to peek in around the door. Sure enough she was still in bed, but it was obvious to me that she didn’t just wake up. Sharron was sitting up, legs crossed, with the sheet pulled over her from the waist down. Her hair was perfectly done and she had red lipstick on. She was fucking beautiful….. I’m talking drop dead gorgeous.
“Oh, don’t be bashful,” she said, “come on in. I won’t bite!”
I reached down and picked up the vase of roses, stepped in the middle of the door way and pushed the door open with my foot. The look on her face was utterly priceless. There I stood – naked, holding the silver platter with her mug of fresh, hot coffee in one hand, and in the other, fresh red aromatic roses and rose petals.
Her eyes traveled back and forth between the roses and my cock. It was like watching the lights at a railroad crossing; her eyes were moving so fast. I took a step into her room and placed the roses on her dressing table and then carefully set the coffee platter down next to them. Turning to smile at her, I opened the plastic bag of rose petals and began to sprinkle them around the room. The strong smell of roses was overpowering, more than I ever expected, so I walked over toward her bed and stood proud and naked in front of her while I sprinkled rose petals on her bed and all around the floor where she would step. I never once made an attempt to hide my nakedness from her. In fact, I faced her the whole time.
When I had emptied the bag of rose petals, I turned away, stepped over to her dressing table and picked up the silver platter. Glancing back at her, I caught her looking at my ass, so I bent over, stuck my butt out and shook it a little. “Gawd, you have such a nice, tight butt.” She said. I smiled to myself and clinched by butt cheeks together, knowing she was still watching. She gasped and cheered me on, “Yeah, buns of steel! That’s what I’m talking about!”
I figured it was time to present myself properly to her, so I turned to face Sharron and walked back to her bed with her coffee and held the platter out to her. Her eyes again moved to my still soft cock, and as she reached for her coffee mug, she never took her eyes off it.
She held the hot coffee mug in her hands, wrapping them around the mug and holding it in her lap. She spent the next several seconds staring at my cock, and then she lifted the mug to her mouth and took a sip. “Oh,” she moaned, “that’s perfect!”