" "No way!", she snapped." "No way!", she snapped. "I want you cooperating, and you won't be if you know that all you have to do is come out here, grab the stuff and leave." "How do I know you won't pull the same stunt as last time?", I demanded. "You'll just have to trust me," she replied, "when I say that tonight is it." That's not good enough, I thought to myself, but I'll just have to find another way to deal with it. Cheryl glanced at my empty glass. "All through?", she asked. "Good. You can leave your clothes in here - all of them, this time - and meet me in the bedroom." She strode out of the room, and I was left to repeat the bizarre experience of last Tuesday, stripping off my clothes to meet a beautiful and sexy woman, for an experience that was going to be anything but erotic, at least for me! I pulled my shorts off, leaving them on the sofa on top of all of my other clothes. My stomach felt hollow as I walked resolutely toward Cheryl's bedroom, my limp cock swinging in front of me and my scrotum tight with nervous anticipation. I wondered if Cheryl would be wearing the aqua bikini again; it didn't really matter, but somehow I hoped she would be. When I rounded the corner and could see into the bedroom, I was glad Cheryl wasn't wearing the aqua bikini. |