The following morning, Sunday, Laura woke to find herself still clothed, minus her panties. Thoughts of the previous evening flooded back, making her smile and blush at the recollection. The neighbour, Jake, had seen most of her, but she'd seen almost nothing of him. She wondered what he was like and whether he would call. She thought it most likely that he would, but if he didn't, she could always go back and knock on his door -- though she thought that might feel too intrusive. And what would she say? "Hi, I'm the girl who peed in your garden and then came back a couple of weeks later to masturbate for you." She blushed again at the thought. Then she recalled the moment after she left, when he'd picked up her wet panties, held them in his hands, and gently pressed them to his face. She liked that he had something so personal of hers, and it felt good that it seemed to be important to him as well.
She slipped out of her dress and looked in the mirror, still wearing her stockings and suspenders. With her makeup a little smudged and a few blades of grass stuck to her knees, she thought "Bit of a slut," but instead of feeling self-conscious, it made her smile. She was happy to be a bit of a slut for him. She ran the shower and absent-mindedly forgot to take her stockings and suspenders off, feeling them tighten slightly on her legs as the water soaked in. She could see the outline of herself in the mirror through the steamed glass and thought, "More than just a bit of a slut," this time with a much bigger smile. She carefully slid the wet stockings down her legs, removed the suspender belt and put her face under the shower spray, thinking that whatever had happened last night, she'd learned something about herself -- though it wasn't entirely clear what that was, or what she should or could to do about it.
Often on Sundays she'd extend her shower with an indulgent masturbation session. The warm water flowing down her body always felt amazing, and it made for a lovely release to take the shower-head off the wall and direct the jets on her clitoris till the warm water pushed her over the edge into a gentle, slow, orgasm that left her feeling relaxed. Today though, that just didn't appeal, so she finished washing, did her hair, dressed, and made coffee.
It was 11am, and Laura was thinking what to do today -- maybe go to the gym, catch up with friends, or go for a run -- when her phone rang. She was so focused on the day's plan that she was taken aback when a slightly nervous voice said, "Hi Laura, it's Jake." Her heart pounded and her mind raced -- wow that was quick! Her previous dates had usually called, or more likely messaged a day or two later -- sometimes longer. It wasn't cool to appear too keen, apparently.
"Hi Jake", she said in an equally nervous tone, not quite knowing what else to say.
"Hey, umm, so we really did something last night, didn't we?" he replied, with little of the confidence of the previous evening. "Look, I hope you don't regret any of it, Laura. I thought it was amazing."
"There's the amazing word again. Nice, but he needs to find a new adjective," she thought. Laura took a deep breath and said, "Jake, I don't regret a moment of it. But I want you to know that I'm not normally like that at all. I never dreamed I could do such things as last night."
Jake replied, "Well, perhaps 'normal' isn't something to strive for or measure ourselves against. We can't know ourselves until we push some boundaries," which, she thought, was hard to argue with.
"Laura, could we meet for coffee today if you are free? I'd really like to meet the real you." Things were moving a little faster than Laura had expected, and her mind was struggling to keep up. "Yes, sure, that would be nice," she said with nervous enthusiasm. "Nice?" she thought to herself. "I said 'nice'?", and winced to herself at the inadequacy.
They arranged to meet at a coffee shop later in the afternoon. When Laura arrived, Jake was already there, wearing a dark jacket and jeans, and Laura, a simple blue top and skirt, as agreed, so they could recognise each other. Her immediate impression was that he looked a little older than her, maybe nearing 30, tall, quite handsome, and very nicely dressed. She was relieved that she found him attractive, and she hoped he felt the same.
They both sat down, and he reached across the table to shake her hand. "Jake," he said, bluntly and briefly, but with a smile. "Laura," she said. They both laughed -- breaking the initial tension. Their conversation flowed naturally, and they enjoyed each other's company, swapping stories, and sharing laughter. The afternoon passed quickly, and as the coffee shop was closing, he invited her back to his place. It was only 5pm., but regardless, he offered a glass of wine, which she gratefully accepted, and the conversation finally turned back to the previous evening.
"Jake, I wanted to ask... I saw you pick up my panties last night and then hold them to your face. Why did you do that?"
He looked a little uncomfortable, but replied, "Well after what we shared, I wanted to feel close to you and they were all I had. Also, to be honest, you smelled amazing," his face reddened at the confession.
"That's really sweet Jake. Actually, they're my nicest pair so can I have them back now that you have me here?"
His face reddened further, and he said, "I can wash them for you. Get the lipstick out and um..."
