The Last Minute Gift, Part 2
"When April with its showers sweet..." Ash thought to himself whatever poet thought of that had never waited for a bus in NYC in the spring. It had been raining all day. Dark, cold and wet.
A taxi came too close the curb and splashed the entire line of waiting passengers, not adding to their collective happiness.
The bus eventually came by, and the massed hoards squeezed themselves in.
Ash found himself pressed into a corner. Once he looked up, he saw the ad, "Jardin du Palais Nuit," mocking him. He practically sold his soul to get that for his then girlfriend for Christmas. He winced as he remembered the day, six weeks ago, he had left work early with a terrible cold and stopped by her apartment for some sympathy. Instead, he found her with another guy.
Probably all for the best as they weren't the best match. He was 26, she was 24 and still wanted to go clubbing and out to eat all the time.
The bottle of expensive perfume for Christmas was its own debacle. He had foolishly waited to the last minute to discover every boyfriend in NYC had already been to every store to buy every bottle of that damned perfume.
He finally found a shop assistant in a fancy store who said she had an extra bottle at home. He said he'd do anything for it, and really did in the end.
The store was closing, and she led him to her apartment for the bottle of perfume he so desperately wanted.
She had to be 20 years older than him, and, in reflection, not bad looking. His cock stirred as he remembered her price.
At 26, he still was lean and moderately muscular. His dark hair and eyes, with strong chin and high cheek bones made him attractive, perhaps even handsome.
At first, when he asked what she wanted, he did not understand. She had just replied, "You."
As he stood in front of her on the chair, she unzipped him, and pulled his pants down.
In that moment, he realized that others have sexual longings, and desire for that release that only another person can give.
And in a second she was sucking his cock.
Jennifer, and in fact no one, had ever done that. She stopped and then made him eat her, and finally fuck her on her living room floor.
He had cum hard, the unexpected encounter unleased a primal urge in him to fuck her hard. It was not making love, it was sex unlike any other, she wanted him for his cock and youthful thrusts, pounding her pussy into the orgasm she longed for.
The jostling of the bus did not help in the hardon straining in his pants department. He was glad he had a long raincoat on.
His bus stop was next. He got off, got home, had leftover Chinese for dinner. He laid in bed thinking of how amazing his cock felt as she briefly sucked him, and jerked himself off to sleep.
Saturday morning was the poets redeemed; it was a glorious sunny spring day with the sap rising.
He had jerked himself off last night, and the cum covered Kleenexes lay on the night table. He could smell his pungent sex smell. Reviving the fantasy of last night, he came again thinking of looking down at Sally with his cock in her mouth.
He found this memory was far better to fuel his jerk off sessions than any sex with Jennifer. Her cheating had soured any desire for her, and spoiled any memory of their, fairly infrequent, lovemaking. She faded into the past.
Then, showered, dressed and breakfasted, he thought about Saturday plans.
It would nice to walk through central park, see the trees bud and flowers emerge from their winter sleep.
He took the subway up to the Natural History Museum stop. A few hours ambling refreshed him. As he wandered, it brought him to the Fifth avenue side.
Across the street and down the block was the store. His recent thoughts made him curious. Did she still work there? Maybe she was just there for the Christmas rush? He wouldn't mind a secretive peak at her to refresh his fantasies.
He walked towards the store, reliving in his mind his previous journey. He thought to himself, "Fuck Jennifer, I should have known she was cheating on me. Why did I bother trying so hard to please her with an expensive gift? She would never suck me. Not even when I asked for it for my birthday last year. She was probably sucking some random guy right now."
He almost walked past the store, engulfed in his negative feelings. "I'm over that," he said to himself.
Entering the store brought back that day. It had that big department store smell, perfumes and leather and new clothes.
He made his way to the escalator like he did that night. This is when the butterflies started. "What if she spots me?" He thought. "She'll never recognize me; she sees hundreds of people a day."
As he walked towards where the counter was, he looked up. She was there, and she obviously spotted him before he could somehow reconnoiter the counter unobserved.
He could turn round and walk away, or meet the gaze and walk over. He hesitated. She was still looking at him, and made a small wave. He felt he had to go over.
"Hello, how can I help you?" She said with a smile. "Need a refill on your last order so soon?"
Ash was tongue tied.
"Returned to the scene of the crime?" Sally laughed. "Ash, I can certainly remember 4 months ago. It's not like that kind of thing happens all the time. In fact, that was my one and only."
"I, uhmm, thought I'd, uhm"
"And how is the girlfriend? Did she appreciate the effort in getting her, her heart's desire?"
"We actually broke up." Ash managed one complete sentence.
"Oh, I'm so sorry."
"It's ok, we weren't really meant for each other."
"So, are you here for something for a new flame?"
"No, no, I was walking in the park and just wanted to see the store..."
Sally looked at him. She could see he was embarrassed by her recognizing him and having to speak to her.
"Look Ash, tell me the truth. Why are you here?"
"I was... thinking of you and wondered if you still worked here."
"Well, I am. Anything else?"
Ash felt as if his face was blazing red and everyone in the store must be looking at him. In reality, they were at one end of the counter and no one was paying any attention to them.
Sally took pity on him. She wrote her number on a piece of paper and gave it to him. "Today is my half day, I get out at two, but have some errands to run. I want you to call me at 5 and I'll tell you where we can meet for dinner. Ok?"
Ash took the paper and dumbly looked at it.
