After Kate left the train, I began to wonder whether the whole thing had just been a daydream; the most amazingly elaborate and erotic daydream. Rather than pinch myself, I found myself patting my pocket and feeling the soft material that had been slipped inside. I was desperate to look but daren't on what was still a relatively busy train and committed to waiting until I got home.
I couldn't wait to get off the train and completed what was usually a 10 minute walk home in record time. As soon as I'd shut the front door, I slipped my hand inside my pocket. Inside, I found a black lacy thong covered in a generous sample of my semen. Kate's underwear felt so soft, like satin, and my mind slipped back to how it had felt around my manhood.
I decided to get out of my work clothes and noticed something else in the same pocket. A small piece of card upon which was written the following:
"These are silk and are to be washed by you, by hand. When they are clean, you may call me."
Turning the card over, I found a mobile number.
I put Kate's thong in the sink to soak before pouring myself a glass of red wine. As I sat down to enjoy my drink, it hit me. There had been no time for Kate to write the card after she met me on the train. She must have written it before I boarded. What I had assumed was a spontaneous and erotic meeting MUST have been premeditated by Kate.
After finishing my glass of wine, I finished washing out Kate's lacy knickers, gently squeezing out the excess water and setting them aside. My chore completed, I dialled the number and waited.
"Hello?"
"Hello Kate. This is Matt."
"Hi Matt. I assume that you've finished my washing?"
"I wouldn't be calling you if I hadn't."
"Good boy. I like a good boy. Well, sometimes."
"Do you now. I must ask you something, Kate. How long have you been planning this?"
"Haha busted. I'd spotted you looking at me a few times on my way home and thought you might enjoy our little adventure. So, would I be right to assume that you enjoyed it, Matt?"
