This was sent to me in reply to my last blog. I thought it was a very sweet sentiment so agreed to add it :)
Thanks hun x
Jerry was alone in his little cottage; it was quiet and peaceful, and he was relaxed. He had just left the shower and dried himself, and was considering what to do today. He stood naked and smiled as he looked at his body in the mirror – “It’s what you have, so put up with it” he chuckled to himself, “It won’t get any better now”, a broad grin beamed back at him from the mirror. He looked at himself and fondled his little cock smiling and enjoying the feel of his fingers rolling his balls and softly squeezing his cock until he could feel it starting to come to life. “Mmmm”, a soft sigh came from his lips as he enjoyed the, oh so soft and gentle, aches in his most personal parts. Jerry lifted a leg to the chair alongside him, as he had done so many times in the past, and felt a coolness as his freshly washed cheeks parted and exposed his little hole, now feeling vibrant and clean after his intimate shower. He watched the mirror studiously as he traced the outline of his tiny rose bud with a finger, and wished that he had positioned another mirror so that he could see it closely. It felt good and he wasn’t about to stop this and to start re-arranging mirrors, that would be later. The softness of the rim was gentle to the touch of his finger and he circled it many times, slowly, sometimes teasing it with a soft stroke across the hole. He wanted to slip his finger inside, but he was enjoying his own teasing too much and so he just continued, circling and slipping across, circling and slipping across, feeling his standing leg start to tremble from the pleasure. A deep breath and Jerry stopped, he would save this for later, and walked naked to the kitchen, enjoying the tingling in his ass and in his cock, and squeezing his balls gently. He took a bottle of Chablis from the fridge and opened it deftly with his waiter's friend, a smile crossing his lips at the thoughts that accompanied the name. The cork removed, he drew the icy neck of the bottle slowly between the cheeks of his ass, stopping to hold the opening against his hole, and to press it in just an inch, gasping as the cold neck penetrated him and caused his sphincter to contract suddenly. He tried to sit and press the neck further inside, but he hadn’t planned any of this, and his legs were trembling, and after pressing in another inch or so, he stopped, stood and poured a little of the chilled wine into a glass, and then, in a moment of fun, sucked the neck of the bottle, and chuckled again.
The phone rang suddenly, shattering the ideas that Jerry had forming in his head, and he sensed an urgency to its ring.
Bottle and glass were put on the table and Jerry hurried to the living room, ignoring the exposure of his nakedness to the outside world, through the, only part turned, venetian blinds at the window. As he picked up the phone, he smiled that he could be seen through the window by anyone who made an attempt to look, and stood facing the window, still smiling, hoping that someone would. The operator asked if he would accept a reverse charge call from a call box, and Jerry agreed promptly – for anyone to call him like that, it must be urgent.
"hello, Jerry here"
"It's me Jerry, Summer"
"who?" The voice was soft and gentle and very sexy, but had a violent note of panic in it.
"it's me Jerry, you know, Summer! I know your deepest fantasy, remember?" Her frustration at his question pleaded with him, and he remembered the beautiful woman from an evening of chat in a pub, where they had exchanged privacies and fantasies. He also remembered the wank he had had in his car in the pub car park after she had left, his desire for her having needed immediate resolution.
"of course, how are you?" He knew that his voice must be trembling, he had never dared think that she would ever speak with him again, but he answered as calmly as he could.
"bad, I need help and your understanding. Pick me up from meadow lane car park, please, super quick I need you", she was crying.
"on my way, don't worry, 30 mins" He hurried to the kitchen and stoppered the Chablis and put it back in the fridge, and threw on the first clean clothes that he could find, pants, jeans, shirt and sandals. Car keys were on the hall table, thank goodness he had put them there and not left them anywhere else. He was out of the door within a few minutes of the phone call, and his heart was racing, not with the urgency, but with the excitement of seeing Summer. As he started the engine he looked out and saw that there was a car, with the driver within, parked opposite his lounge window, and he hoped, with a smile, that he had been watching through Jerry’s window. From the way that the driver looked, Jerry was content that he had, and resolved to leave his blinds more open if he should see the car again.
As he drove off, Jerry’s mind was leaping all over the place with thoughts of why did Summer want him so urgently, but he had to concentrate on his driving, and he barely noticed his cock hardening as he drove.
