The Shorts

It all started when I saw the shorts hanging on a rack in Hollister one Saturday afternoon after wandering aimlessly through the local mall. I hardly ever even when in that store, with its high priced shit hanging on the racks with no purpose other than to make middle schoolers feel more popular and important than they actually were. The shorts were simple, yoga pant material; a blue and white Aztec design adorned the three-inch waistband that folded back down reducing the short black legs to even less and appearing to reveal more than they truly did. All I could imagine was Her in those butt-hugging shorts simply walking in front of me and knowing that underneath those thin shorts was nothing else. No panties underneath, the only thing left a freshly washed and freshly shaven pussy that was ever so slightly wet, and wet only for me. My mind’s eye wandered over the perfectly smooth ass as it slighty jiggled with every step She took in front of me.

I could see myself grabbing both Her ass cheeks and pulling Her against me and forcing my mouth upon hers in a fashion and with a deliberate move that would make most men hesitate at even the thought and every woman quiver with delight and later tremble in ecstasy. I could see my hands sliding those shorts down her legs and revealing Her bare pussy lips gleaming in the soft intimate light of a bedroom or under the caress of a full moon on a warm summer’s night. I could see myself ripping the seam from the crotch of the shorts and easing myself inside of Her tight, hot, dripping wet cunt with a force that demanded attention yet gave more pleasure than I could ever receive from a move such as that. But, I hesitated and dismissed the thought of destroying these beautiful shorts, so they could be used again and again and slowly pulled down or just pulled out of the way as I slid my cock into the perfect specimen of female genitalia.

As all of these thoughts finished rushing through my head I then came back to the realization that I was standing in the middle of the crowed Hollister and I had an erection that would make even a porn star blush. Without thinking I grabbed the smallest pair I could find, snatched a shirt in my size off a rack, so not to seem suspicious, checked out and rushed home.

Once I got home to my apartment, I locked the door, placed the Hollister bag on my coffee table and sat down on my couch just gazing at the bag. The guy on the cover of the bag was ripped; I thought to myself, ‘Why can’t that be me?’, I got up and stepped into my bathroom took off my shirt and realized that I wasn’t that far from looking like that guy. Sure, I could use some gym time but my job as a head construction manager kept me fit enough to have a decent chest and solid yet undefined abs that led to a thirty-two inch waist. I unfastened my belt and let the pants sag, dropping down to reveal the black waistband and several inches of my orange compression boxers. My boner had all but gone away yet I knew that my seven-inch penis could be back to attention within no time and ready to penetrate Her delicious pussy over and over again until she could not take any more.

Sadly, She wasn’t here and she would not get off work for another hour and wouldn’t be home for thirty minutes past that. I realized what I needed to do and it was at that point that I knew that this Saturday afternoon was going to one of the best of my life and hopefully Hers too. This schedule gap gave me plenty of time to prepare for what I wanted to happen later. Quickly, I grabbed a notepad off my desk and I began making a list: Shower, hair, flannel shirt, shave, jeans, dress boots, wash sheets, clean the bedroom/living room and – most important of all – send the text. The text needed to be simple, yet full of meaning. The message simply read, ‘I’m waiting for you…’. She would understand, She would know what was going to happen, She new that it was going to be a great evening. She knew because every time I lead her on, I wasn’t about letting up, slowing down or really even thinking straight, it was all about passion and the feelings that can only be felt between a man and a woman in their most intimate and most primal state.

My phone vibrated and I read Her reply, which was just as simple and just as meaningful as mine, ‘Really now? ;)’.

The cleaning and washing to the least amount of time, because I was wired with hormones and adrenaline as they both rushed through my body like floodwaters. I flew through the bedroom and living room folding tossing and slinging everything in its place. I double-checked the rooms and threw the sheets in the dryer and looked at the clock, fifty minutes left. I slowed down and sat back down on the couch and looked once again at the Hollister bag sitting on the now spotless coffee table, I removed the shorts from the bag, carefully cut the tags away paying close attention not to pick the precious material before it reached it’s prime. I suppressed my thoughts on what might happen later, I couldn’t get too excited before the show even started.

I left the shorts spread out on the couch and walked back into the bathroom, turned on the shower and stripped naked as the water warmed up for my shower. My pulse quickened as I thought about the coming hours. I stepped in the shower with forty minutes remaining until She arrived home. I purposely made the shower was quick so I would not be tempted to release the pressures that were steadily building up inside of me. I trimmed my chest hair down to where it was no longer a messy bush, but a well trimmed lawn that was still soft to any touch. I shaved my stomach down into a thin line that tapered down from my chest and spread back out even with my pubic hair and then I trimmed all of the hair to the same length as my chest. I kept my scruff in the shape of a goatee on my face along with sideburns that reached almost to the bottom of my ears and shaved my cheeks down to the smooth skin. I stepped from the shower and dried off, feeling like a new man with a new purpose in life and a mood that could not be shot down.

After I was dry, I slid on her favorite of my boxers, a pair of deep green compression boxers with a white waistband, and my most comfortable pair of socks. I knew how much she liked me shirtless, but I pulled on a fitted grey undershirt tank top and my favorite pair of blue jeans, worn to where the knees were a soft blue while the sides still held rich shade of blue. My dress boots stood in the side of my closet, I slid them on and pulled my jeans down over the height of the leather. I stood up, now dressed and looked at the clock, twenty minutes remaining. I walked into the living room and picked up my list and checked off what all I had accomplished.

I put the fresh sheets on the bed pulling the fitted sheet tight and smooth against the mattress, flattened the sheet and set it at the perfect angle, fluffed the pillows until they stood like new and spread out the comforter and folded, it along with the top sheet, back allowing easy access into the warmth between the sheets. I stepped once again into the bathroom drug my deodorant through my underarms, brushed my teeth and reached into the cabinet for Her favorite cologne that I had and sprayed five deliberate blasts of the oaky sent onto my upper body. I then reached into my closet and removed two shirts from their hangers, a newer deep red and black flannel for me and I left the older and smaller solid white flannel for Her on the bottom of Her side of the bed, so she would know it was for her. I gently placed the shorts overlapping the left sleeve of Her shirt and stepped back to imagine her in that simple yet exhilarating outfit. I took one more glance at the time and my heart skipped a beat, only five minutes left.

I reached into my dresser and pulled out my hair gel and styled my hair just the way she liked it, which I rarely did, a part from the left to the right side with several strands falling across my forehead. I left my hair still elevated from my scalp giving it volume and not slicking it down. By the time I perfected my hair, my time was up – I heard Her key scraping the lock and the sound of the door swinging open and quickly shutting behind Her. I stepped into the living room and saw Her, standing with her back to me setting her messenger bag down on the kitchen counter. Her red high heels were heavily accented by her black pantyhose and then she took off her coat to reveal her light gray high waisted skirt with her deep black sleeveless blouse, with the ruffled and midlevel cut front that accented her chest and fit to Her waist perfectly. As Her long deep brown hair fell down her back, I stepped up behind her and wrapped my arms around her stomach and pulled her against my chest and leaned down and gently pressed my lips against the nape of Her neck.

She gasps at the sudden connection and then melts into my arms and I continue to kiss along her neck and move up to gently nibble on her ear lobe. She spins around in my arms and holds my face at comfortable distance, but one I still wanted to shorten, and stares into my eyes.