Lady Fervent Finger’s Parlor – The Flat Tire Thank You Invitation
A Marriage Fantasy Roleplay, and Enticement to Solo Pleasure
He was a bit nervous, but looked forward to seeing her again.
All he had done was change her tire, but as he’d helped, he was fascinated to find that she had erotic literature in the trunk of her car—books with topics about nudist neighbors peeking and “taking turns,” fingertip fantasies, being a “solo aficionado,” and auto-erotic automobile rides! He figured she was quite a hot-minded, wild lady, yet classy and somewhat reserved and “proper.” She was horrified that he had seen the books with sexual content, but he tried to minimize any potential embarrassment by saying that those who read are more well-rounded people. She seemed to appreciate his diplomatic effort, but was taken aback when he said he had to loosen her nuts before he started jacking it up.
When she insisted on paying him, three vibrators (not just one, THREE!) fell out of her purse, and she was speechless—and red as a beet. While he loved learning this tidbit about her sexual side, he froze for a second, but finally spoke.
“GMTA. Great Minds Think Alike, someone once said.” Attempting to appear to keep it innocent, he explained, “It’s good that people keep emergency items like that in the car.” He stuttered, “Um, I mean this reminds me of my military flashlights and tools in my car. It’s always good to be prepared.”
Still in shock, she finally thought of something to say. “Oh, you were in the military. A manly man! And also quite the gentleman.”
She was so cordial. And attractive. But he knew she had to be somewhat kinky. And he wondered if she noticed his growing bulge.
He finally said he’d let her buy him a cup of coffee since he refused any pay, but the place was closed. They agreed on a rain check. One day not long after, still feeling indebted to her rescuer, she invited him over for tea. She had all her place settings and everything arranged perfectly in her Victorian parlor and was preparing to get dressed when he knocked on the door.
He apologized for being a bit early, and she apologized for being in such risqué attire, explaining she had a lot of inventory left from her lingerie shop. She’d been quite successful back then. Now she does only a little financial advising and investing on the side, but confessed she liked to model in some of her outfits. She explained how fun it was to dress up around the house, but was way too shy to be an actual professional model. “It’s just so much fun. ‘A merry heart doeth good like a medicine’!”
“Proverbs 16 or 17, I believe,” he replied.
“Very good! 17:22, actually. You’re quite the reader yourself, hmm?”
She was going to change into something “decent” and asked if he would in the meantime get a jar of molasses off of the top shelf in the kitchen.
“On second thought,” she said, “just hold the chair for me. Let me take these stiletto heels off first. And I hope you’ll excuse me for wearing this short nightie.” With her face turning red, she whispered, “It’s the kind that’s hard to tell if a lady is wearing panties or not. So try not to peek!”
For some reason, the lid was loose on the molasses jar and (while he was trying to peek, of course) the liquid spilled onto his hair and all over his clothes. She apologized profusely but insisted that he let her wash his clothes, and that he take a shower to wash the molasses out of his hair.
“I promise I’ll try not to peek,” she toyed. “Oh, and I do have some men’s clothing you could wear while your clothes dry. I have some things left over from my store. I’ll set everything out in the bathroom!”
This was all quite awkward, but he nevertheless went along with her suggestion, while wondering if this was purely accidental.
After his shower, she said “I know this is like some crazy movie, and I feel terrible about all of this. First, you stopped to help a damsel in distress, ending up drenched in molasses, and now half naked in the house of a strange lady. But I’m quite harmless and wish only to show my appreciation.”
It turns out the men’s clothing was just boxers and some sort of sleeveless open shirt from a his-and-hers lingerie set. She had changed outfits, and said, “Look, we’re in matching outfits!”
“A perfect match,” he said.
“Quite so!” she replied enthusiastically. “And what was it you said? ‘Great minds think alike’? Could be! Shall we go to the parlor and discuss our… possibly mutual interests over tea?”
He still felt awkward, but at the same time, was growing to a greater appreciation of the situation. And of her. A delightfully hard appreciation.
”You look quite manly in those silk boxers, but I have another pair you may like better if you want to slip those off. Oh, and here’s a nice robe you could try on first. And oh my, I forgot to start the tea! I’ll be right back.”
When she returned, she had changed yet again, looking like a sexy saloon girl from the old Westerns.
”I’m honestly very shy and reserved, but these outfits just… mmm… make me… well they just turn me around. They just bring out something! And here’s a little secret: there’s no way to tell if I’m wearing panties! May I model in one more outfit, please? This is so much fun!”
He indeed felt “quite manly” at this point, and thought he would grow right out of his robe. She had stepped out to change, but suddenly returned wearing only a towel. “Oh dear! The bank just called. I need to run down there a get everything straightened out. I need to hurry before they close. I guess I can just slip a dress on. Will you zip me? And… do you think it’s okay not to have anything underneath? I wonder if they’ll be able to tell I’m not wearing any panties.”
“If you don’t bend over too far,” he quipped. “Otherwise, it will be our secret.”
But she did bend over a little to reach down on a lower shelf. “Oh! My hand lotion. I need a little hand lotion. Always good to have a little lotion around!” She poured out a little to rub on her hands. “This feels soooo good. I just loooove creamy lotion,” she said with a girly giggle. She then nonchalantly placed the bottle on the table next to the couch where he was sitting.
”I know this is terrible of me to invite you over then leave—with you almost naked at that! Now, your clothes should be dry soon, and there’s plenty of tea left. Please enjoy your tea, take your time, and don’t be in a hurry to leave. But if you must leave, please lock the door. And will you call me later? I want to thank you for… well, I had a couple of vulnerable moments when you were helping me on the road, but your tactful response made me feel safe! You know? I’d love for us to have a little telephone chat. And don’t worry about making a mess here today. I’ll be glad to tidy up around here. And please know this: you’re welcome to come anytime!”
With the atmosphere still charged, she left. He sat with his robe half open, thinking of her flighty yet flirty excitement, her sexy feminine attire, and her series of pleasant surprises. He glanced at the bottle of lotion, wondering if she’d come barging back in, saying she’d forgotten her keys or something.
He thought to himself. “My, this is a very, very interesting woman.”
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