The rest of that next day sped past. I went home, threw together some microwave dinner (the way of the bachelor) and sat in front of the television to watch the news and later, some inane movie. None of it registered since all I could think about was the next evening and you!
In the morning and early afternoon of the next day, I spent several hours in the office polishing off a report due on Monday and then went for a scheduled - and much needed - haircut and beard trim. I decided to treat myself to some new wardrobe so hit an upscale men's shop and picked up a lambskin soft velour shirt in pale yellow , some tan slacks that nicely offset it and to top it off, a linen sports jacket in almost a pale wheat color. The outfit was completed with thin silk socks and slip-on brown loafers. Guess I must have wanted to impress you: by the time I got out of the shop, I was $600 lighter but felt great! I haven't treated myself to new clothes for years.
On the way home with my purchases (it was now almost 4:30), I stopped at the wine shop and picked out 3 bottles of wine - one a light rose, one a very good white and the last, a quality champagne. I meant to be prepared!
I had time to get home and have a long soak in the tub. For some reason I couldn't define, I shaved every inch of my body and rinsed all the hair clean. My skin felt softer than it ever had and when I slipped my hand to my balls and cock and felt how smooth they were, I almost came in my hand. Oops! Not a good idea.
Dressing and checking myself out in the mirror - not bad for an old guy! - I left the condo and drove to your house, arriving at the appointed hour. Actually, I was about 15 minutes early I was so excited - like I was a teenager on a first date - that I drove around your block several times until I could pull into your driveway. I walked - a little nervously - up to your door and reached out to knock and the door flew open! There you stood with the backlight of the hallway outlining your upper body through the sheer material of your open shirt; it was tied in a loose knot just under your breasts and from the sign of your nipples pushing at the front, you were either wearing a very thin or no bra! Below the expanse of very flat abdomen showing was a pair of low slung palazzo pants in black crepe that reached the floor at your bare feet (such beautiful long toes!) and was tied with a sash at the waist. As you stood there - one hand holding the door open and the other on your cocked hip, you smiled and said "Well you dashing letch! Are you going to close your jaw and come in or shall I be eating alone?" The tinkle of your laughter shook me out of my daze and I brushed by you - this time it was only the smell of freshly washed skin that drifted from your warm body. Shortly after starting work, I had informed you of my allergy to perfumes and smoke and you immediately stopped wearing them.
As I stuttered my greeting and handed you the wine, I remarked on how wonderful you looked and how different from work! "You look pretty spiffy yourself; something new just for me?" you asked coyly.
"Actually; yes" I replied. "I wanted to make a good impression" I blurted out.
"Well, you have! Now come into the kitchen and help me finish preparing the dinner and pour us each a glass of that wine, will you?"
I followed you into the kitchen - as well organized as the office - and we completed the delicious dinner preparations and sat in companionable discussion while we ate and finished the first bottle of wine and started the second. I helped you load the dishwasher and it started its quiet hum as you led me into your very comfortable sitting room for coffee and liqueurs. We sat at opposite ends of the long sofa (you only had a couple of antique and quite uncomfortable looking chairs otherwise) and we shared our life stories. As we rested our hands along the back of the sofa, our fingertips just brushed together and it felt like a jolt of electricity had passed through my body. I fought it and pulled slowly away just leaving our hands a hair's breadth apart.
It seemed like only minutes had passed but when I glanced at my watch, I noted that it was 11:30 and the second bottle of wine was empty and I felt I had overstayed my welcome. "I should leave - it's getting late" I said as I tried to stand but I stumbled back.
"I think you are a little too tipsy top drive home tonight," you said. "I have a guest bedroom and you should stay here tonight" Without taking any argument, you helped me up and led me down the hall to a tastefully decorated bedroom with a bathroom leading to a shared bathroom with the master bedroom. "Good night; I'll see you in the morning, Don" as you reached up and kissed me lightly on the lips and were gone. You pulled the door closed behind you softly and I undressed - hanging my clothes up carefully and fell naked into bed after quickly relieving myself of all the wine. I feel fast asleep feeling a sense of well-being that I hadn't felt for months.
I don't know how long I had slept when something awake me fully. There was a stream of flickering light coming through the open bathroom door and I heard a strange noise. As I crawled out of bed and made my way through the bathroom - the door to the master bedroom was open as well - I stepped into the doorway and my eyes fell upon an angelic sight. There, in the middle of your king-sized bed, you were lying with your knees drawn up and spread apart. Your hips were thrust high in the air and your head and shoulders were resting on a pillow. Your face was turned away from me and candles were flickering around the room casting their magic light across your golden skin.
What drew me closer quietly was the long silver vibrator I saw in your hands which were straining between your legs and holding it deep inside your dripping pussy. As you cried out "Please fuck me Don!" under your breath, I came to immediate attention - my cock was rock hard and almost immediately leaking precum! What I next noticed was that you were shaven completely smooth - from around your exposed puckered rear to the lips of your stretched pussy around the pounding metal 'cock'! It was almost kismet - that night, I had also shaved myself totally as if I knew!