She kept smiling at me.

I largely ignored her good mood. Not in, like, a malicious way, but rather I had other things on my mind. She was cute, with a pixie-like body at around 5’2, easily half a foot shorter than myself. She had short blonde hair, solidifying the pixie vibes with her pixie cut, and intense blue eyes that seemed larger than usual given that she kept staring at me. I swear I could hear her sniffing.

“You smell different, John. Are you using new shampoo?”, She said. Her eyes wandered over me, and It was odd. She kept lingering on the outline in my jeans.

“No, same old, same old”, Walking around the kitchen, I made myself some coffee while we had small talk. After a few moments, while I was pouring my coffee from the pot to the mug, she placed a hand on my shoulder. I looked to her, and saw she was flushed, and she looked as though she might start sweating. “Are you okay?”

“John I-”, Her hand shot to my crotch, making me jump.

“What the hell?”

“I’m sorry! I- Oh my god!” She bolted out of the kitchen to her room. Aside from the spilled coffee on the counter, no harm done. That and I was once again rock hard. Cautiously, I approached her closed bedroom door, hearing some music blaring.

“Chloe, I have to go to the bank, and then get groceries. If you want to talk about that when we get home, that would be nice”, I left her there, choosing to let her take some time. She was the bar-hopping sort, and I knew she was into some alternative “fun times”, but at some 10:30 a.m.? even that seemed a bit much.

Leaving the house, cooler in hand as I took to carry my groceries, I passed by Mrs. Lawrence, the afor-ementioned goddess. She was tending to her garden on her hands and knees, and had a mercifully deep sleeveless shirt on. I stared as the pervert I was, and thankfully looked away as she looked up.

“Oh, hey there John!” She got to just her knees and waved, her massive chest swaying with the motion, “How’s today going?”

“Pretty well!” I said, feeling like a kid caught with a hand in the cookie jar.

“Good! Do you have work today?” She stood up and was walking towards me. I was admittedly a little concerned, as she was pretty, and very much a coquettish woman, and given the reasons I’ve listed before I was liable to burst from my pants at any moment.

“No, ma’am”, I responded.

“Well good, because I need you to handle that huge package for me” She placed her hands on her hips, accentuating her frame while eyeing me from under her sunhat.

“What?” My throat was dry.

“That one, over there-” She pointed to her front porch, where a large box was sitting, approximately 3ft x 3ft x 5ft and, while I couldn’t see specifics, I’d hazard it was some furniture, “-just arrived today. What did you think I meant?”

She eyed me playfully, “Oh, um, nothing.”

She laughed and said, “Well, whenever you’re ready, just come by and help me set it up. I’ll treat you to some drinks and a pizza”.

And with that, she sauntered away. I shook my head and got my cooler in the car. I looked down and to my horror, there was a small wet spot at the crotch of my pants- right where the head of my cock was. I would be mortified if she saw it, and as I drove to the bank with my air vents on my lap, and took my time with the drive-through atm, in the hopes that by the time I got to the grocery store, this would be resolved.