A Valentine's Day Surprise

[Tony2015]

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Robert turned into the drive of a smallish home and turned off the delivery van. His sister owned a local flower and gift shop that delivered for FTD. It was Valentine's Day, so -- like last year and the year before, when Rob had been once again single -- he spent the day rushing all about the city delivering flowers, candy boxes, and cute stuffed bears in tee shirts emblazoned with such phrases as "I love you Beary much".

As he got out the last gifts of the day for his final delivery of the day, Rob took a peek around the neighborhood. It was a large, wide cul-de-sac from which anybody sitting in the living room of any other house could spy on the business taking place in the front of any other house. Rob didn't know what you thought about that lack of privacy. He was also about to find out and that that layout was part of the reason he was here this particular day.

 

[monak4u]

The delivery man got out of the truck and knocked on my door. I was in my shorts and t shirt. I opened the door and realized they were the flowers i sent myself.

"Good afternoon. are these for me?"

 

[Tony2015]

I didn't answer immediately. She was a tad bit better looking than the last dozen or so of my delivery recipients, and the t-shirt and shorts showed off her curves probably a bit more than she had been planning for just the delivery driver. Maybe she thought it was her boyfriend showing up with the flowers not me.

"Yes they are," I finally answered pulling the card off of the little forked stake to look at the name. "They are if your name is..."

As was typical, my sister's handwriting was atrocious. I looked up to the woman instead and asked, "What is your name?"

As I waited for her answer, I hazarded another peek down at her delicious form from behind my dark sunglasses. I couldn't help but wonder why the man sending her these flowers wasn't already here and in bed with her.

 

[monak4u]

"Mona...." I took the flowers from him and looked at them. I then shed a tear. I sobbed just a bit.

He was a handsome man, a man i dreamed out sometimes.

 

[Tony2015]

My eyes opened a bit wider, with surprise. I had seen a couple of recipients this morning tear up, but those tears had always been accompanied by joy or delightful surprise.. This woman's response was definitely neither joy nor delightful surprise. I hesitated to ask because I didn't want to seem like I was prying. And yet the next thing I knew I was inquiring, "Is everything okay, Miss ... I mean ... Mona."

 

[monak4u]

"oh, i guess so. It's just....." I didn't know if should tell him my secret, that I sent these flowers to myself. That I don't have a man on Valentine's day. I looked at my delivery man, assuming that he had a date tonight. I'll be alone with my flowers.

 

[Tony2015]

At least a half a dozen of the people I delivered to this morning had made some sort of comment about how the person sending them their gift couldn't be there for Valentine's Day. Soldiers and sailors overseas, "significant others" on business trips, and even a wife with Doctors Without Borders who was overseas for another 2 months.

Without enough information and hoping that I wasn't sticking my foot in my mouth, I said to her, "I'm sure that...

I hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether her Valentine was in fact male or female. Not wanting to complicate my nosiness with a mistake and sexual orientation, instead of saying he or she I completed my statement with, "I'm sure your Valentine would have preferred to be here then just send flowers."

 

[monak4u]

"Yes, I am sure." I looked at him and I thought about what would happen if he was my valentine tonight.

"Would you like to come in for a glass of wine?" I asked.......wiping away my tears.

 

[Tony2015]

Again, my eyes widened a bit in surprise.

"I,um, but..." I looked to the flowers that I had just given her -- flowers from someone else, presumably another man -- and, tentatively wagging a finger towards them, asked, "But well.. I mean.. I don't want ... you know ..." I cocked my head a little bit in a confused expression and asked, "Won't your Valentine be upset ..."

I couldn't finish what I was wanting to say. I desperately wanted to go inside with this beautiful woman and have a glass of wine... and so much more. But she belonged to somebody else, didn't she?

 

[monak4u]

"Don't worry about that......to tell you the truth, I sent these flowers to myself. I don't have a boyfriend."

I looked down, blushed and a bit ashamed.

 

[Tony2015]

I was surprised at her confession. Then, suddenly, I laughed. Not long and rude, but short and ... well, I surprised myself, so I was hoping that the expression on her face was of curiosity and not anger.

I quickly threw my hands up in a mock surrender gesture, as if afraid she would whip out a bat and smack me. I explained, "I'm sorry, I ... I didn't mean to laugh. It's just that--" I chuckled again, then said with all sincerity, "I mean ... it's perfect!"

I saw the change of expression in her face and continued, "There's so much pressure on us ... adults of ... of age ... marital ... dating ... whatever. There's so much pressure for us to be in relationships. As a teen, you're expected to have a Prom date. New Years comes around, and if you don't have someone to kiss, you're an outcast ... a loser. Same with Valentines!"

I tilted my head a bit to look into the slightly shorter woman's eyes and said in a softer voice, "I don't have a date tonight either. No one to be with. Same as you. Only difference is ... you were smart enough to cover the fact with those."

I pointed to the flowers again, then said, "I would love a glass of wine. I mean ... if I haven't offended you."

 

[monak4u]

"Come in......" I invite him in and pour him a glass of wine. We sit on the couch and suddenly we both start laughing.

 

[Tony2015]

As we sit and visit, I suddenly realized that this is about as close to a blind date that I've ever been. Of course, it isn't a blind date. It's just one person asking another person if they want to have a glass of wine . But, I remind myself, we are in her home, not some restaurant out on the town.

Also, unlike a blind date, my goal up front now wasn't too hopefully get a piece before the night was over. Or ... was it. Is it? As we are joking about Valentine's Day, dating in general, and other topics that I hadn't even dreamed I would be talking about with a woman on this of all special days, I realized I was hard as a rock.

This is so wrong. I mean, I'm on the job. And I am invited in for a glass of wine. None of that should equate to the possibility having sex with a stranger. But that's where my brain is. Maybe any guy would have been thinking about that but that just isn't the kind of stuff that happens to me. And yet, as I sit here and chat and laugh, all I can think of is getting this woman out of her clothes, getting between her thighs, and enjoying Valentine's Day as I haven't can a long, long time.

When a lull in the conversation arose, I indicated my empty wine glass as an indication that it was time for a fill up.

"Just half," I tell her. " stillI have to drive away from here ... at some point ...eventually."

I tried not to siund suggestive, as in Unless you want me to stay over and fuck you again and again, which was honestly where my brain was. But I've never been much of a very smooth talker on dates, and I very quickly get the feeling that I sounded a bit forward.

 

[monak4u]

I reach over to fill his glass, then lean over and kiss his lips.

"mmm....very sweet."

I take another sip of wine then put my hand on his knee. I can see his bulge pressing against his pants.

 

[Tony2015]

She surprised me by suddenly kissing me. So ... I'm not the only one feeling this way maybe?

She practically purred, "Mmm....very sweet."

I watched her as she took another sip of her wine ... then put her hand on my knee. I think, Okay ... no maybe to it.

I was so hot by now -- and so hard -- that I just couldn't wait anymore. I leaned forward to put my glass on the coffee table, then -- already positioned for it -- simply turned my face toward hers and pressed my lips to hers in a full, wet kiss. I pressed forward just enough to urge her back against the couch's arm rest -- to lay her back, to get more comfortable -- but not enough to actually recline her. I knew I had to let her make the decision to take this to the next level.

 

[monak4u]

He kissed me deep. Our tongues touch. He leans me back. I put my glass down and put my arm around his neck. I kissed him again. Then I start unbuttoning his shirt. I play with the hairs on his chest.

 

[Tony2015]

I couldn't believe this was happening. I mean, I'd had sudden encounters with women before. I wasn't a 15 year old virgin enjoying my first kiss and grope. But never like this! I was in this woman's house...! In the home of a woman who, until five minutes ago, had been just my sister's customer!

I felt her hand slipping inside my shirt, her fingers toying with my curly chest hairs, her palm caressing my muscular pecs. I was by now, of course, rock hard. I wanted in between her thighs, which still were together, her legs hanging over the couch.

As the kiss intensified, with mouths wide open and tongues playing tag, I caressed a hand down her side to the back of her thigh and urged her knee upward ... to let me inside...

 

[monak4u]

His hand touched the back of my thigh and started to spread my knee upward. Suddenly, I was spread, my wet pussy exposed through my shorts.

Meanwhile, my hand found the bulge in his pants. I unzipped his pants and pulled his shaft out. It was huge!

 

[Tony2015]

She worked quickly and skillfully on my belt and pants, and before I knew it my erection was in her hands. I drew a deep breath in excitement at her handling of my long ignored cock. I simply supported my body above her for a long moment, enjoying the feel of something that had almost become foreign to me. I knew I should do something to her, for her, but I was enjoying her skilled touch too much. I simply look down into her eyes and moaned "My god that feels good."

 

[monak4u]

"Kiss me again...." I kissed him deeply, our tongues touching......god it felt so good.

It had been too long since i had felt a man's touch. It had been too long since i have felt a man's cock, either with my hand or in my pussy.

 

[Tony2015]

I leaned down to her, kissing her passionately again as she continued to stroke my shaft with skilled hands. I began rocking my lower body in concert with her work, the pleasure building rapidly.

"I think ... maybe you better," I managed between kisses and moans. I pulled my going back from her several inches, suddenly realiing that if this kept on, I was going to spurt all over her tee shirt. It had simply been too long since someone other than myself had gripped my cock in this way. I laughed a bit embarrassed, telling her, "I'm sorry, it's ... it's just been a while. I don't wanna ... you know..."

 

[monak4u]

"I know....." I tell him as he backs away........but I want you.....with that I pull down my shorts and panties and get on top of him.....I kiss him deeply. Then I put my legs on each side of him and slowly lower my body on his stiff member. I gasp as he enters inside my pussy....

 

[Tony2015]

"I know....." she said, working to change places with me, "but I want you....."

In no time at all, I was laying on my back as she straddled me ... then began mounting me. I held my breath in excitement as she pressed her wet pussy against me, and as she opened to my swollen head, I let the air go in a low groan. I murmured, "My god ... oh god ... you're ... you're so tight."

I didn't typically watch the coupling of my cock and woman's pussy, but with her above me and carefully pushing down around my shaft, I had to look. It was ... oh, so fucking erotic watching her try to get me into her tight opening...

 

[monak4u]

I moaned softly. My legs spread, your shaft impaled inside my pussy. I begin to move up and down, gasping as you throb inside me.

 

[Tony2015]

I was sure that I was beginning to look like a teen age boy having his first fuck. She was so tight and so wet, and the feel of her rising and lowering about my shaft was causing my eyes and mouth to open in wonder. I had a tight grasp of her hips, helping her to ride me the full length of my thick, ten inches.

My gaze had moved from watching my cock as it slipped in and out of her with increasing speed and depth to watching her own expressions. There was little doubt that she was enjoying this as much as I was. However, there was great doubt as to whether she was as far in the process as I was. She'd been stroking my shaft for a minute or two before we fucked, and it had been a long time.

"I'm gonna cum," I warned quickly between moans. Then apologetically, I added, "I'm sorry! I can't... I can't..."

I wanted to resist climax long enough for the two of us to explode together, but as I felt the pleasure in my groin rising without restriction, I could only reassure myself that I wouldn't let this day end without her, too, screaming in euphoria.

I should have let her continue riding me, but that ancient little part of the male brain that still thought fucking was about impregnation caused me to grabbed her hips tightly and pull her pussy hard onto my cock as I exploded with a great grunt!