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I gathered up my clothes and beer and headed upstairs to clean myself up. I left my phone on the side table and didn't notice the new messages that Andy sent.
I turned on the water in my large ensuite shower and let it run for a while as I put my dirty clothes in the wash hamper that I kept in my walk-in wardrobe. I had a quick pee, flushed, and washed my hands before opening the shower door and steeping under the rainfall shower head. The warm water ran over my head and body, and it felt so good. I stood for a short time just enjoying the feeling and watching the water run off my cock and into the double sized shower tray.
I turned off the water and took the shower gel from the shelf and started soaping my chest, stomach, and groin. Paying special attention to my cock and balls, working up a nice lather through my pubes. I felt my cock starting to swell again, even though I had only cum recently. I moved to soaping up my rear end and paid special attention to my crack and around my tight pucker. Boy, did that feel good!
I moved down and washed my legs and feet before turning on the water again. I rinsed the soap from my body and watched the bubbles disappear down the drain hole. Once again, I turned off the water before I grabbed the shampoo and started washing my sandy blonde hair. Even though I kept my hair short, I still like to keep it nice and clean, and I also liked the smell of my shampoo. I turned on the water once again and rinsed my hair thoroughly. I stood under the warm flow for a short while before shutting off the water once more and cleaning the shower glass with the squeegee and spraying the tiles and the shower tower unit with shower cleaner.
I grabbed a clean, fluffy towel and started to dry myself off. No need for a hairdryer with my short hair, it could dry naturally. I entered the bedroom and looked at my naked form in the mirror. Not too shabby for a mid-fifties guy, I thought to myself. I could lose a few pounds, but that was still a work in progress.
I went downstairs, grabbing my light-weight cotton robe on the way, just in case I needed to answer the door, or a neighbour caught a glimpse of me through the patio doors. I passed through the lounge on the way to the kitchen and opened the fridge to decide what to have for my evening meal. Looked like it would be a grilled chicken breast with a mixed salad today. I wasn't ready to eat yet, so I filled a tall glass with crushed ice and some chilled water from the dispenser in the fridge door. Very refreshing.
I returned to the lounge and flicked the TV on. Scanning through the 160+ channels to see if there was anything of interest on. It looked like mostly junk TV to me. I'm sure that when I was a kid, there was much more entertainment through the three channels we had on our old black and white CRT TV set!
I quickly checked the wall and sofa for any stray cum stains before I reached over for my phone. Everything looked nice and clean. I wouldn't want any visitors noticing any residual semen marks on my living room wall or furniture. I opened my phone using my face ID and saw that Andy had messaged me again, twice.
He told me that he too had been turned on by our message and photo exchange and had also needed to have a wank. He had been more prepared that me and managed to capture a photo of his cum-soaked torso and his cock leaking the last drops of his man-cream. I swallowed hard and my body started to respond again to these new images.
The second message was to let me know that he was scheduled to fly over-night back to Heathrow and would arrive in the early hours of tomorrow morning. He wanted to know if I would be interested in meeting for a coffee or a beer somewhere public so that we could get to know each other better. As I was new to all of this, I was a little wary but thought that meeting in a public place seemed to be a sensible thing to me.
I replied, saying that it would be lovely to meet and have a chat over a pint and some lunch. I asked if he had somewhere in mind and mentioned that I was mobile with my own car and that a countryside pub would be nice as the weather for next few days was slated to me warm and sunny.
I got an instant reply, so I guess he was as eager as I was to meet. He suggested a small country free-house pub near Denham village. He gave me the full details and I put the information into my maps application on my phone, to get the directions. It was about 45 minutes' drive, assuming the M25 didn't have any major hold ups. I was looking forward to sampling some proper ale as it was a free- house, and this pub had a reputation for good food as well.
We agreed to meet there at 12:30. To say that I was excited at the prospect of meeting Andy would be a massive understatement.
I wished him a pleasant trip and told him not to work too hard or take any shit from the passengers on his red-eye flight home. He told me that he was managing the First and Business Class cabins tonight. He also added that these passengers were either delightful, or a completed pain in the arse. I said that I hoped they were the delightful type and that I couldn't wait for lunch tomorrow.
He wished me a good night and sent me kiss emojis. He beat me to it, but those emojis looked promising and I responded in kind.
After I had my evening meal, the lack of anything interesting on the TV meant that I decided to have an early night. I wanted to be full of energy for our meeting. I locked up and headed up to my bedroom, where I hung up my robe and slipped naked into my bed. I had left the window open for ventilation as it was going to be a warm night. Before long, I had drifted into a very deep sleep.
I woke up to the sound of the dawn chorus and checked the time on my watch. It was 5:10 in the morning, but I had slept exceptionally well as I had retired early last night. During the night I had kicked the duvet off, probably because I was too warm. My morning wood was standing proud of my golden coloured pubes and was pulsating to the rhythm of my heartbeat. I stared at my tumescent member for a while, mesmerised by the pulsing motion. I must say that it looked rather handsome, and I was tempted to play with it, but thought that I should save it in case anything more that just a pub lunch was on Andy's agenda today.
I reluctantly climbed out of bed and went to the bathroom to empty my bladder. Why is it impossible to take a leak when your cock is standing to attention? I took a cool, rather than cold shower and that helped things to slacken off a bit. I was able to pee after that, thank goodness!
I dried myself and checked the status of Andy's flight from Hong Kong. It was running ahead of schedule and was now due to arrive at 5:45. That would be in a few minutes from now. I wondered how his passengers had behaved. Nicely, I hoped, because I wanted him to be in the best of moods for our meeting.
I slipped my robe on and headed downstairs to make a pot of filter coffee and prepare my porridge for breakfast. Porridge always sets me up nicely for whatever the day ahead has in store. Just as I had finished setting up the coffee maker, my phone buzzed. It was a message from Andy...
He told me that the flight had been uneventful, and everyone had behaved well. The early arrival had been pleasant news as well. He was just helping with the disembarkation of the cattle class passengers before he could go the crew de-briefing meeting then clock off for the next few days. He asked if I was still OK for lunch, and I responded that I most certainly was.
Andy responded "Can't wait to see you for lunch. xxxxx"
I replied that I was really looking forward to it as well. I also added some kiss emojis to my message.
After breakfast, I went for a wander around the garden and refilled the bird feeders with seed and topped up the bird bath with fresh water. I enjoyed watching the birds as they went about the business, feeding, drinking, and bathing in my garden. It was still early and very peaceful out there today, so I grabbed another coffee and sat at my patio table and relaxed for half an hour. I didn't need to leave home until 11:30ish, so I had plenty of time.
After I finished my coffee, I cleared up the breakfast things and loaded the dishwasher. I took the household rubbish out the bins around the side of my house and ran the vacuum cleaner around to make everything tidy, just the way I liked it.
I headed back upstairs, made the bed, and took off my robe. Then I went to the bathroom to shave, clean my teeth and shower properly for my lunch date. I took my time shaving because I wanted my face to be nice and smooth today. I used my posh shower gel because I liked the smell but decided against using any cologne. I used an unscented deodorant for the same reason. I didn't want to smell like a teenager who slathered on the Lynx body spray to mask the smell of stale body odour. We all know what that it like, don't we?
I dressed in some beige Chinos, a light blue short-sleeved shirt, dark socks, and my dark brown loafers. Nothing special in the underwear department, just my usual black hipster underpants. I liked that way that they supported my package and the opening made is easy to pee, especially in a public environment like a pub urinal.
I checked that the doors and windows were all properly secured, grabbed my light-weight jacket and my keys before setting the house alarm and locking the front door behind me. I threw my jacket on the back seat of the car and connected my phone so that I would use the map application to get me to my destination. My info-screen suggested that I would arrive at my destination about ten minutes early. That would be perfect.
I fired up the engine and headed towards Denham Village.
To be continued...