Jerry rolled around on the couch and stretched. He wondered what time it was. The moment the thought crossed his mind, his heart started to pound as he feared he may have missed her call or text. She said she would be in contact this morning. In a panic, he grabbed his phone off the end table next to the end of the couch by his head, 8:04 am. No texts, missed calls, or emails from her, yet.
He sighed with relief as he stood up and walked over to the basement fridge to make some breakfast. He microwaved some sausage biscuits and made himself a cup of coffee before sitting down at his computer to start responding to emails. It was the weekend, but he never really stopped at his job, one of the reasons he was able to negotiate such a good salary and still work from home. It's also what kept his numbers so high, he rarely took time off.
After breakfast, he went upstairs to take a shower and clean up for the day. He may live alone and have little contact with people, but he hated filth. He'd seen real filth in some of the foster homes he lived in, he wasn't going to live like that. His house was clean and well organized. He was brushing his teeth when the text came. It was her, his cock twitched.
"I want your entire body clean shaven before I get there, everything except the hair on your head, and you had better be as smooth as a baby's ass, especially your face. You will be waiting for me on the front porch"
Shave my body? Weird, but all this is weird, he chuckled to himself. Shaving his body seemed like a small price to pay for Sandy's touch. Feeling excited about seeing her again and wanting to play along, he responded to her text with one of his own.
"Yes Goddess, it will be done as you command," he typed out with a smile. His cock swelled as he was having thoughts of Sandy alone with him, riding his cock as he lay on the bed. His cock continued to grow as he got in the shower, entertaining thoughts of Sandy. He was so excited he couldn't help but masterbate before lathering himself up and shaving his body. It felt strange. The shaving seemed to make his skin very sensitive and the water felt strange on his skin as it ran down his thin body, but he found himself liking the feel of it.
As he was drying himself off, his cellphone sounded a notification for another text. Nobody ever texts him, so he knew it would be her again. He quickly dried his hand and grabbed the phone. It was Sandy again, and he found himself so excited about it that a smile easily curled his lips.
"I will arrive around 6. Find a good local deli. Have them prepare a charcuterie board with meat, cheese, and fruit. Have your bedroom prepared for me, I will be staying the night."
His heart pounded as he read the text. She was staying the night. Holy shit. Was she going to fuck him tonight, he thought as a huge smile found itself on his face. He raced to get his clothes on and request an Uber as he searched for a local deli on his phone. He found what looked like a nice one, and called ahead to make arrangements so all he had to do was pick it up. After hitting the deli, he remembered smelling alcohol on Sandy when she entered his home. Wine, he thought, and had the Uber take him to an upscale liquor store. He realized he knew nothing about wine as he entered the store. Swallowing his fears, he approached the man working at the store. The man was huge, probably 6'-4", bald and in his late 50's. To his relief, the man was extremely friendly and nice. After speaking with the guy at the liquor store, who happened to have a good understanding of wine, he left the store with 8 bottles of assorted wines to try and cover as many bases as possible. The day was going great, he thought. Everybody he spoke to was nice to him, as if he was suddenly an accepted member of society. He felt better about himself and life in general than he had ever felt, he thought to himself.
When he got home the Uber driver even offered to help him get his shopping haul into the house, really nice dude. He tipped him heavily before sending him on his way. It was already 3:30 by the time he got home, 2-1/2 hours, he thought. Plenty of time to set up. He pulled out one of the folding tables he originally used for his workstation and computer desk while he was building his current set up. He looked around the basement wondering where to set up the food. The shower, toilet, and sink were in the corner to the right as you came down the stairs. To the left was the couch in a carpeted area that covered about 1/4 of the basement. Most of the rest of the floor was open except for the computer station/workbench that covered almost the entire 32' wall opposite the stairs.
He thought about it and decided that since the couch faced the wall and had nothing behind it, he'd put the table there to set the food up on. He stood the folding table up behind the couch and grabbed a white sheet which he threw over the table like a tablecloth, to make things more aesthetically pleasing. He was arranging the wine on the table when he realized he had no wine glasses. Shit, he thought to himself, and just went and got some regular glasses from the kitchen upstairs, along with a roll of paper towels and some paper plates. He returned to the basement and set everything up on the table, except for the charcuterie board, which he left in the refrigerator until she arrived.
With everything in place, he returned to his computer station and answered emails until she arrived, which he knew wouldn't be long, and he wasn't disappointed. She arrived just a couple minutes before 6. He was ready and opened the gate as soon as he saw her car pull in the drive from the camera on the pedestal by the gate. Then he dashed upstairs and onto the porch where he got on his knees in the position she had taught him and watched her pull up to his house. She hopped out of the car dressed like a teenager at a slumber party, light pink pajamas with red hearts that buttoned in the front with oversized heart buttons, pink bunny slippers, and her hair in a loose ponytail. She was still stunning, he thought, and alone. His cock swelled in his jeans.
"I thought I left you naked, Jerry." She grinned as she stood there and looked at him.
But they were outside, he thought to himself. She wanted him to be naked outside?
Her head cocked a little and her smile changed as one eyebrow arched. "Well," she said.
Yeah, that's what she wanted for sure. He started peeling his clothes off as fast as he could, leaving them in a pile next to him as his cock came to full mast. He dropped his pants on the pile leaving him naked.
"Better," she said. "Put your shoes back on and come over here you little skinny fucker. I have a job for you," she giggled as she headed to the back of the car. He put on his shoes and trotted quickly to the back of the car to join her, where she opened the trunk and gestured to two duffle bags.
"Bring those in, little man, and just look how happy you are to see me," she teased in her bubbly way while looking at his cock before turning and heading into the house.
He grabbed the two duffle bags, they were heavy, and he struggled with them unable to catch up to her. She disappeared into his bedroom, so he followed her. She was sitting on the corner of the foot of the queen bed, grinning.
"Put them on the bed," she told him as she patted the mattress next to her. He struggled over to the foot of the bed, set one bag down so he could place the other on the bed, and then picked it back up and placed it on the bed also.
"We're going to work on that weak ass body of yours, Jerry," she smiled as he struggled the bags onto the bed. One bag was black and one pink. She unzipped the pink bag and started digging around in it until she pulled out a plastic hair blush and then she hopped down on the floor and sat cross legged.
