Episode One - https://literotica.com/s/sweat-16
Episode Two - https://literotica.com/s/scrubs-2
Episode Three - The Party Starter
The rest of that Monday, even though Kate wasn't there, was amazing. Replaying our conversation. Her proposal. The way she had worked out all the details. The kissing. The grinding.
Tuesday, as advertised, I had meetings. In-person, on Zoom, over the phone. Maybe a couple of times people would ask me if I'd heard what they said... or I'd answer a question from a few minutes earlier.
Wednesday, I started to get my equilibrium back. Things got a little more normal. I spent the morning getting my grooming game back in shape. I made sure I trimmed in the right places.
I gave up the shaggy look down below years ago. I like a woman who will go down on me on the regular and I think it's only courteous that I get all that extra shit out of the way. For her. For Kate. If that's what gonna be on the card.
Head voice: (It's IN the cards, Randy!) Shut up, asshole.
Thursday and Friday were follow-ups from earlier. Contracts. Consultations. Yada-yada.
Saturday was cleaning the house, shopping, running other errands. Winterizing the lawn mower.
Every night all week was a long, rapturous torture. Lying in bed, imagining Kate lying with me... lying on top of me... wanting to fuck me... like on the couch on Monday.
Or in the shower from a few weeks ago. Those tits and nipples pushing into my back. That mouth on my cock. That pussy pulsating around me as I spurted streams of cum into her.
Her voice. Her cries. Her passion.
Gentlemen, we've all experienced morning wood. I had it all fucking night... every fucking night.
Would it be the same, I wondered? Would it be worse? Could it possibly be better?
Sunday became a difficult day. I felt like I needed to talk to Kate. To confirm our appointment. To make sure she really wanted to go through with this.
I really wasn't sure exactly when she left for work every day. I tried to figure that out earlier in the week, without success.
My head voice reminded me: (Randy, you said yourself she's always go-go-go. She's got a big life outside of you. Her daughter. Her friends. That body... you think it gets like that by itself? She's probably at the gym on the daily.)
I had to admit that made some sense.
And still, it seemed that I was going to the bonus room window every 15 minutes. Shit, every five minutes, looking for the signal. Looking for one of those candles to be taken down.
I'm old fashioned. I don't know how to do it this way. No courting. No conversation. No teasing. No flirting. No butterflies in the stomach.
No, that's a lie. There's a whole zoo of butterflies in my stomach. That party's been going on all week long.
There's anticipation, but it's disjointed. It's not connected to some magic words that the two of us somehow manage to say, in unison and with perfect harmony, at the exact right time, and that inevitably leads to incredible, magical fucking.
And the birds in the trees, all over the world, would rejoice.
No. I'm just supposed to show up tomorrow morning and have sex with her... I guess... depending on whatever's written on the goddam card.
Then, finally, I check the window. And there is only one candle. It's in the right-side window... right where she said it would be!
Jesus!... It's game on! This is going to happen! Now if I can only get to sleep...
Now it's Monday morning. I wake up, do my morning routine, have a bite to eat.
I take a shower, then realize I haven't even thought about what I'm going to wear for this little soirée. Lots of options run through my mind, some involving clothes I don't even own. Maybe another time.
I opt for simple: Grey exercise pants (which is my WFH go-to anyway), and -- on a whim -- a Duke T-shirt I had picked up years ago. Flip flops.
The pants have an elastic waist band, and a drawstring tie. I opt to leave the drawstring loose, not tied, for easier access or to get them off more quickly.
My cock twitches as I process that thought.
Oh, and I decide to go "commando" -- no underwear.
I go back downstairs and wait. And wait... and wait... and wait... for the clock in my kitchen to click to 9:26.
9:26. Exactly. I had tracked the length of time I would need to make the circuit she described... that she PREscribed, 'cause she's -- you know -- a doctor. I practiced it probably 20 times. Maybe 50.
The clock finally ticks off of 9:25. Fuck it. Today is the day. Now is the time.
I leave my house, walk through my back yard and up the hill to the back of her fence. There's the gate... a big gate... big enough to drive a lawn tractor through.
The hasp is about hip high. I push to release it, and it moves less than a quarter inch. I push again, and again, and maybe one more time... and then it's clear: The gate is not going to open.
Sometimes people will block the hasp with a nail... even a with stick. But the fence is too high for me to to reach over and remove something that doesn't require a key.
My head voice screams immediately. (I knew it! Goddamit... I knew this was too good to be true!)
To be honest, I was saying the exact same thing.
Then I hear a quiet little voice coming from Kate's house. The voice is like it's trying to be heard, but at the same time, not wanting to attract undue attention.
It's Kate.
"Hey!! Oh, hey... hey!! Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit! Hang on... here I come!"
She's hurrying as fast as she can down the steps of her deck, being careful to not slip in the morning dew.
She gets to ground level and scurries to the gate on the other side of the fence from me. She disappears below the top of the fence line as she runs but I soon see her form moving behind the gap in the sides of the gate.
After a second or two of jangling I hear the mechanics of the lock. The lock is removed and the hasp activates. The gate swings open toward me.
I actually have to step back a step or two. It's a big gate. The result is this almost Spielberg-ian reveal of the incredible creature I have come to see. And... she is well worth seeing.
She's wearing a knee-ish length black puffy down coat, zipped from the bottom to almost the top. She has on hose... are they some shade of green?? She also has house slippers on that nearly match the ones I have at my house... probably purchased from the My Pillow guy.
Except for the hose, it's an outfit that she clearly threw on in a hurry. It wasn't put together or coordinated at all. And she is still cute as hell.
"Good morning, neighbor!" she beams. She had been working all night but she's radiant... jesus, she's gorgeous! Does she always look like this??
"Oh, shit, Randy... I'm sorry! I told myself all week long to take this stupid lock off the gate and then I forgot.
"Come, come, come," she beckons, just like in my bonus room last week.
I get on her side of the gate and she pulls it closed. It latches. Then she gives me a warm hug. She looks at the lock and says "That's the last trouble you'll give me!" She slips the lock, key still in its slot, into one of the pockets of her coat.
Next, she slips her arm inside mine and grips my hand, turning toward the house. We start walking the length of the yard.
"My ex-husband put that gate in right after we moved into this house," she explains. "I think he wanted to use it for yard equipment or something. But then he locked it and he never opened it again.
"He said he wanted to make sure somebody didn't come into the back yard, come into the house, and then have their way with me."
Then she looks at me and then bemused, says: "I wonder what he'd think about me using it for the same thing... with you??"
Then she pulls my arm closer to herself and drops her head against my shoulder as an almost sideways hug.
She seems happy. And she seems excited.
