The Spare Key

He knew that his neighbour, Mrs. Johnson, had a spare key to his apartment. He helped her with her groceries at the weekends and she was a pleasant person to be around, if not extremely forgetful. Like seriously this old lady needs medication or something. Anyway when he'd moved in she had offered to keep his spare key in case of emergencies. If this wasn't an emergency, then what the hell was. But talking to an old lady while not having a scrap of clothing on... He knew it was a going to be an embarrassing conversation, but he had to at least try. He made his way to her door and knocked, feeling his face already blushing.

He heard the rustling around and mumbling to herself from behind the door. Suddenly, old Mrs. Johnson opened the door, “My goodness!” she said, a look of surprise on her face as she took in his bare body. He quickly explained the situation, feeling like a fool as he stood before her, clutching his genitals.

She looked at him suspiciously at first, but her face softened sympathetically, and she motioned for him to step into her apartment, saying, “Of course, come in, you must be exhausted! What a disaster!”

He gratefully followed her inside, feeling a mix of relief and embarrassment. As he stepped in, Mrs. Johnson closed and latched her front door. “Come in now, don't stand there,” she bustled her way into her kitchen, motioning him to take a seat.

“I won't stay, if you don't mind.” Jake said politely. Rolling his eyes at himself for saying such an obvious thing. A sense of relief washed over him as he stood in her apartment. Grateful for her kindness, even though he was mortified by the situation. He just wanted to get into his own apartment and get dressed.

Mrs. Johnson waved it off with a smile, “Of course,” she said

Jake sighed with relief, but it was suddenly dashed when Mrs. Johnson said her next words.

“Do you want a slice of cake with your tea?” She clearly hadn't heard what he'd said at all.

Jake began to panic again as he heard her turn the kettle on. He just wanted to get him and put some clothes on. He looked around her emaculate apartment, trying to think of a way to gently remind her of his spare key. He didn't want to offend her or come across as ungrateful.

Despite his desire to leave and get dressed, he decided to wait until she returned with the tea and cake, so that he could bring up the topic and she could hear him properly. In the meantime, he tried to relax and take a seat on her sofa. Ebarrassed all over agian when his naked ass made contact with her sofa, he felt his face flush.

Mrs. Johnson returned with her offer of cake and tea, which Jake reluctantly accepted, not wanting to be rude. She handed him the cake first which he took with his right hand. His left hand cover his junk. Then she held out the tea cup for him to take. Jake didn't know what to do, feeling his face turn a shade of scarlet, knowing that if he took the tea he would totally expose himself to the old lady.

She chuckled lightly. Before he quickly snached the drink from Mrs. Johnson, who seemingly was unable to see his discomfort.

The tea did not stay in the cup. Jake cursed himself as he watched the hot liquid in slow motion hurtle towards him.

"F-f-fuuuck!" Jack flew off the sofa, blanacing the plate of cake in one hand and the cup of now not-so-much tea in the other.

"My goodness!" Mrs. Johnson said as she watched Jake jump up and down with tea dripping down his chest and stomach.

Jake almost died on the spot once the momentary burning sensation cooled. He quickly placed the items down on the coffee table and tried his best to cover himself.

"I'll get a towel." Mrs. Johnson said, pottering off back to the kitchen.

Jake was mortified. How could he have been so clumsy? He could hear Mrs Johnson chuckling softly behind him as she opened cupboards in the kitchen. As Mrs.Johnson returned with a towel, he felt his face turn red with embarrassment as Mrs. Johnson continued to watch him with a mixture of amusement and concern.

“I-I'm so sorry…” He said as he tried to wipe himself down, but Mrs. Johnson quickly pointed to her sofa.

“Mop the fabric up first, if you don't mind. It'll stain if it's not gotten up quickly.” Her face a genuine picture of worry.

Flustered, Jake nodded and quickly started cleaning up the spilled drink on the sofa. He couldn't believe he had made such an idiot of himself as well as ruin the sofa. He felt even more embarrassed as he realised Mrs. Johnson continued to watch him work away at her sofa completely naked. After a few minutes of scrubbing, the spill looked to be cleaned up, and Jake breathed a sigh of relief. He apologised again, handing her back the towel before remembering he was still soaking wet.

“No problem dear, now finish your cake.” She took the towel and folded it on the table.

Jake sat back down on the sofa and realised that the spot was still quite damp. He couldn't bare to say anything, he just wanted this all to end quickly. The cold, wet sensation on his chest and stomach had made it's way down into his lap. And now he was sat in it too. It was making it difficult to focus.

The cold liquid made him shudder he could feel his dick shrinking from the cold. He tried to discreetly adjust himself, hoping she wouldn't notice, but it was no use. Mrs Johnson's eyes were fixed on him, and he could tell she had seen everything.

“Don't worry dear, I've seen it all before. Well not yours exactly. That is new, I suppose. But I was married, you know." she said thoughtfully, "My Ralph had a small one too. So there's nothing to be ashamed of. I know they still work perfectly well.”

Jake wished he could disappear into thin air. This was just supposed to be an in-and-out opperation. Get the keys. He thought to himself.

“I suppose Ralph's was a little bigger, but I'm sure it makes no difference in the end.” Mrs. Johnson said lightly, giving him a smile.

Jake was sure she meant well, but now he just wanted to crawl somewhere and die of embarrassment. He couldn't believe he had let this happen. As he sat there, dripping wet and humiliated, he couldn't help but wonder what the rest of the evening had in store for him.