Flash-Erotica #A-1
Lightly, Morning-used…
She texted him that morning. His ex, that is. She needed to come over to his apartment and collect some of her things. She asked if he could leave the keys with his doorman.
Of course, he said. The remainder of her things that were sprinkled around his apartment continually reminded him of her. But, he was moving on. As was she. Yet, the thought of her in his flat surfaced in him something. A curiosity? An emotion? He wasn’t sure at that moment. He wasn’t grasping what the emotion was. But it was sudden and it was loitering, so he allowed whatever it was to swirl around hoping it would settle.
As he went around his morning routine: yoga five blocks down the street, followed by a quick breakfast and a long shower, the idea of her in his flat excited him. He missed her. Her presence. Her light touch amongst his things. Her small curved frame, moving through his space. She usually wore nothing when she was there. Nothing but a long-sleeved t-shirt, knot-tied in the front high on her waist, and a small g-string for comfort down below; a red, pink, white or blue g-string. Never black. Not for everyday wear.
These g-strings of her’s were a piece of fabric so small that they always sat low on her hips, half obscured by the natural shadows of her hips and cheeks. The thin, triangle fabric in the front exposing a bold hint of color in the middle of her dark, fully grown, sable bush.
That image is what kept coming back to him as he worked his way through his morning rituals. At yoga he thought of it; the small bit of red fabric peeking up and out of her cheeks as she stood over the sink washing a dish. As he prepared his breakfast he thought of it; half expecting her to come out mostly nude from the bedroom. In the shower he thought of it…becoming more immediately inspired by it all.
He prepared her things and placed them on the kitchen counter. Also the keys to the storage unit. He wrote a note on a small green square note paper…a nice note, a note letting her know that she was welcome to leave what she needed in the storage unit and pick it up later at any point.
He left the note nestled among her knick-knacks and a book on the kitchen counter and went to the door to put on his shoes and head out for the day. The thought of her in his apartment while he was out at work and around town excited him.
He left the flat, pressed the elevator button and waited. As he waited, the thought of her in the apartment continued to excite him more. The thought of her wearing that little g-string wedged between her ass excited him a great deal more.
The elevator arrived but he stood staring at his reflection from the mirror at the back wall of the elevator.
He had an idea! Really, what he had was a desire!
He would make a request. He wanted to. He needed to. It couldn’t hurt. She could say no…or she could ignore it all together.
He went into the flat and walked over to the counter. He grabbed a second square piece of the green notepaper and wrote:
“PS: I have a request. If you are wearing panties, please take them off and leave on the kitchen counter for me. Thank you.”
He tucked the second green note right behind the first, both notes, one behind the other, nestled amongst her knick knacks and a book.
Feeling completed. He left the flat, went down the elevator, out of the building, and into the city.
The thought of her in his apartment, the thought of her reading his first note, then, unexpectedly coming upon the second, excited him. The thought of her getting excited, excited him. The thought of her complying with his request, excited him. Most importantly, the thought of him finding her lightly, morning used panties on his counter excited him.
And, as he waited for the subway train to arrive, the thought of him smelling her lightly, morning used panties…produced in him a sudden, manic lust that even took him, at that moment, by surprise.
The subway train arrived. He stepped into the crowded passenger car. As he rode the subway to work on what had seemed to him a long, luscious morning, he wondered, he hoped that when arrived back home later that night he would find a pair of lightly, morning-used panties waiting for him on his kitchen counter.
His cock had hardened, pushing uncomfortably up into his trousers in that crowded passenger car on that long, luscious morning.
