At the conclusion of the date when any man is readying himself to steal a good night kiss, feel a tit, and/or hope for a bit more with an offer of an invitation for an intimate evening, Norman has something else in mind. He's poised to ask his question.
He parked his car in her driveway. She lived there alone with her elderly mother and her two tomcats named Brad Pitt and Johnny Depp. There was an uncomfortable moment when two people who meet for the first time wonder what will happen at the end of the date and look at one another without talking while waiting for the other to make the first move. This was that moment.
"Well, goodnight and thank you for a lovely evening," she said with a smile and a snort. "I had a swell time." Cynthia took an aggressive lead and leaned into Norman. Only, instead of following her lead and discovering her ready lips with his, he leaned closer to her and whispered his burning question in her ear.
"May I have your panties?"
"What? My panties?" She sat straight up and looked at him. "I don't understand your meaning. Do you mean you want to have sex with me or you want my actually panties?"
"I want just your panties...for now with more later, if you are still willing."
"Why do you want them?"
"I collect them," he said with a nonchalant shrug.
"I'm not giving you my panties," she said giving him a look that could have removed wallpaper from a wall. She placed her hand on the car door in her readiness to flee. She looked back at him and looked around the car to see if anyone was looking and if anyone could see her parked in her driveway. The moments that past felt like minutes. "Close your eyes," she said reaching up and under her skirt and pulling off her panties. "Here," she said throwing them in his face. "You happy now? Sicko!"
Norman put his hand to his face while holding her panties in place and inhaled.
"Ahhh, thank you so much Cynthia," he said through the white cotton fabric while deeply breathing.
With his other hand, he reached down, unzipped himself, and pulled out his cock. As if she wasn't there, he slowly began to stroke himself. She stared down at his cock with a dumbfounded look on her face.
"Well, this is certainly a different first date. I can't wait to write this in my journal." She looked up at him and back down at his hand that stroked his cock at a regular pace. She laughed a snort. "Do you need any help there, Norman?"
