Thank you for the many positive remarks. Despite the early morning hours which I had snuck down to the system to work on the submission and subsequently left several typos and mistakes the patience that you expressed (for the most part that is ) is much appreciated. A little background for this is as such: The wager is true. I lost a bet for the purpose of actually going to clean a friend of my husband's place up. I did go later that day, not with him and had actually worn an apron and lace cap (but fully clothed under that....my idea actually). I'll leave it to you all to decide what actually happened after that). Thus said, this is a story of an actual wager I made and loss which involved a black man, if that turns you than please don't read further. Some things have been altered and others have been, to this point, only fantasized about by me.
I know that I had left everyone off with too much detail as to how I got into the predicament which I was in and not enough detail as to what you all like to read about. I just wanted to find out if anyone else was as interested in the events as to want to learn more. So, having previously given a general description I'll provide a little more detail for you all.
As noted, I'm a red-head. Fair-skinned almost to the point of being pale. Damn nordic heritage really prevents any kind of tanning, the sun really only making my freckles stand out more. I typically wear my hair in a pony tail and have styled bangs. Nothing too fancy. My hair is kinda long, being above the middle of my back, but unfortunately I have to keep trimming the ends as split-ends really devastate my hair.
I'm hardly an attractive women in my opinion, but I have cute qualities. Much to my chagrin, I'm too heavy for my liking. I'm 15-20 lbs over-weight at 155lbs. I'm only 5'4". I wear, depending on which manufacturer line of lingerie I'm wearing at the time a 36c or 34d. Like I said, time had started to get the best of me and there is too much sag. I could easily hold 2 pencils each for you gals that know what I'm talking about.
The rest of my measurements are not as flattering. As a 30-38, time has left too little sand in the top part of the hour glass and too much in the bottom. However, I retained the girlish charms that got me by in my youth. I had been told by several others, even after I was married that I bounced in pleasing ways, both coming and going. Sometimes it was more vulgar than that, but a girl loves to get attention none-the-less.
So, there I stood at the car door. Having walked out in the cold March night air and standing next to a locked car door. J.P. walked up behind me slowly, but with out turning my head I could feel him walking close behind me. I'd thought when I felt his breath on my neck and heard the keys that he was going to unlock the door for me first. However, he reached around me and pulled my very short tee short over my left breast and pulled gently at my nipple before sliding the key into the lock.
"Good, you didn't object." said J.P. "I'd nearly expected you to do so considering your reluctance to before."
To be quite honest, I was shocked and thinking about how friggin cold it was and didn't realize what had happened until I got into the car and realized that my breast was still exposed. I quickly adjusted the tee shirt as best I could and sat still in the passenger seat as J.P. walked around the car to get in. After starting the car he turned to me and didn't say a word but only grinned and patted my knee. Driving off from the curb onto the road.
It had not occurred to me that sitting in the SUV that I was so much higher than other cars dressed the way I was. It felt like being in a fish bowl. Previously, I was both extremely turned on by the degree of control that J.P. had exhibited and a little frightened. However, I'm certain that other gals will confirm that the loss of control in a situation like this is a form of excitement. Now on the other hand, the game seemed more real than before. I had to admit that I held in the back of my mind that the gag was on me and that after a quick route around the block and then back home.
Now, I was as worried as I was eager for the attention. As wet as I had been, the combination of the cold air and the dawning realization that I was in a car with a man that I had met only briefly once before I shot my mouth of and made the bet. He was at least 10 years younger than my husband and 4-5 years younger than myself. He had a strong and defined jaw line. No blemishes that I could see and closely cropped hair that was flattened out on the top. All in all, he was reasonably attractive.
It was obvious that he was once an athlete but had in recent years learned that a life at a prestigious firm and a good salary did what it does to everyone, make them soft. However, he also retained his youthful looks and his build was still much more chiseled rather than flabby. I was surprised that he only played AM radio, listening to the local sports talk radio show that was airing the next game that was being played. Men and their sports! He had the wife of a co-worker sitting half nude in his car next to him and he was worried about the score of the game.
Maybe, I wondered, that I had read too much into what was going on and the outfit was his way of getting back at me for being patronizing to him. Was I really only going there to clean his apartment? He hadn't acted inappropriate in the car or made any remark that I would have thought he might have, but then again, I was surprised that he didn't have some awful music with the bass blearing so load people down the street would here. I admit, I was jaded by stereotypes and learned more about myself during the car ride than I would have liked.
So, more than a couple long stares and at least one gawking of some passerby motorist later we had arrived at his residence. I had assumed that it was an apartment and surprised to learn it was rather a side by side duplex with a detached single car garage. The duplex was located in a cal du sac which was quiet and reasonably well kept. More importantly it was poorly lighted. At least I was safe from others seeing how I was dressed and where I was going. After the garage door had been closed again, he turned off the car and then calmly asked, "How are you doing?"
"Fine I think," I replied, hesitating and then blurting it all out at once.
"Well, I know that you should be nervous. I'd be if I were you." J.P. grinned at me disarmingly. "A beautiful women like you, dressed like you are, sitting in the cold garage should be thinking of what is going to be happening next?"
"I'd be lying if I didn't think that something isn't going to happen." I told him, stiffening as I felt my resolve returning. I had graduated from a tough Masters program and put myself through it before I had met my husband. Confidence was not something I had lacked before. I was feeling more at ease in the garage, still hidden from the eyes of others. For what ever reason, despite being a little turned on by the thought of some exhibitionism, living it made me assess how reckless that I had been.
"Good, that will save some time. For now, just be aware that on the way over I have thought of a surprise tomorrow night for you out here. Now, lets get inside. I'd rather not miss any more of the game than I have." With that, J.P. simply pulled the keys out the ignition and got out. I had not moved by the time he had closed the door. He snapped his fingers and motioned me to get out of the car with urgency. I complied and sighed as I opened the car door and walked to his side.
"Ok baby, here is the deal. I did win that bet, even after you tried to snowball the wager thinking to take advantage of me. I'll re-coop that in due time, but for now, I want to hear you state what it is that I won." J.P. looked my straight in the eyes while he said this.
"I understand that our wager was that I lost and have to do what you say until 6pm Sunday." I responded, with a little too much attitude in my voice with the 'yeah yeah yeah' in the tone. I'd not known where that came from or why I had acted like that. But it did piss J.P. off quickly.
"Listen Bitch, I didn't ask you to take the bet, you did. You and only you put yourself in this position. Hell, if you wanted to welch on the bet do you think I could have stopped you?" He said forcibly. "You wanted to come because you wanted to come because you are bored and need attention." He continued to ramble on in some dominate/submissive phsycho-babble that I hardly listened to. My mind kept going over the 'if you wanted to welch on the bet do you think I could have stopped you?' remark he made. It was true, I could have if I wanted to. That meant I really wanted to come then. Oh my, was I that bored and unsatisfied at home?
Til now I had not thought so. After only a second of reflection, I realized that I was. At some point while I was lost in the newest of several revelations that day, he pulled my by the much too high cropped tee shirt and lead my out of the garage and to his front door which was enclosed by a low wall. After some fumbling around with the keys, he was into the front door with me following closely behind.
The first thing I noticed was that in the foyer his house was both very nicely furnished and nearly immaculately kept. "What the hell am I going to clean." I thought to myself as I looked at what was possibly the most inviting and warm bachelor pad that I had ever seen. Martha Stewart would have been happy. Being a women, we notice things like this. He had throw pillows which matched the other furniture, which went well with the carpeting. He had a fireplace neatly arranged and the mantle had several picture frames of older black women who must have been is grandmother and his mother. All in all, the place looked down right cozy.
Without preamble he went for the sofa, grabbed the remote and turned the TV game on. Evidently the game was half through and the announcers began talking about the games following this one. During a commercial he got up and quickly grabbed himself a can of Pepsi and returned to the sofa, this time, reclining at an angle, one foot propped up on the sofa, the other still on the carpeting.
After about ten minutes, he looked up and noticed that I hadn't moved but didn't say anything. A couple minutes after that I found my voice and asked. "May I call my husband to tell him we have gotten here ok?"
