He entered my life quietly on a day when a flat tire was a good enough reason to have a crisis. I had been trying for several months to rid my life and home of a sponge that just kept drinking, so as had become the norm I was down at the local club with my oldest and a flat tire. Without so much as a word to me, he took charge, fixed the tire, left the tire pump in my car and left the club. He never even waited for a thank you.
That was how I met the man that would change my life in ways I did not even know was possible. I had no idea that a few months later he would make me wonder if I ever knew what love or lust was about.
First, he came to my rescue to help me get rid of the sponge by moving in the day the sponge moved out. He knew based on our previous conversations that I was going to need a roommate if I was going to keep my home. I was way in over my head financially, so I graciously accepted his offer to move in and help out. The first few days were interesting as he moved his belongings into the house and began settling in. I was interested in him as more than just a roommate and part-time babysitter, but my attempts to take our relationship to the next level went seemingly unnoticed. Something which I found completely weird since every man I had ever known wanted more than friendship from me. I should have known then that he was a different breed.
I wanted to be much more than just his roommate and he knew it, but he never let his feelings show until one glorious afternoon. After that day there was no mistaking his feelings or mine. I came home from work on a typical Friday, meaning I was not in the best of moods, to find the kids and animals gone. Confused and on the verge of a seriously angry outburst, I demanded to know where my children were. He just smiled and said they were with another babysitter that I utilized when I needed them to stay elsewhere overnight.
That's when I noticed that he had met me at the door, an unusual occurrence, in a white button down shirt, open just enough to hint at what was underneath. He also had a detailed set of written instructions, which he calmly handed me as I walked into the house.
The first instruction was to go into the bathroom, where a tub of hot water filled with rose petals waited on me. I did as I was instructed and while I was enjoying the fragrant water I heard soft music start from the master bedroom. Shortly, there was a knock on the door and in he walked with an outfit and the list of instructions that I had left on the bed. I was recovering from the shock of having him in my bathroom, when he suggested that I read the instructions and walked out of the bathroom.
The second instruction requested that I put on the outfit he had hung on the bathroom door, apparently he had been shopping while I was at work. The outfit was a short plaid skirt, slit up the sides and a pair of white thigh high tights, a white short sleeve button up shirt. The shirt was designed to tie in the front. The final piece de resistance was a black lacy bra and matching lacy panties.