A normal Saturday night for Deanna was nothing special. She usually spent them sitting on her couch, watching a mindless sitcom or a movie that would drown out the reality of her own life and offer her the escape from it all she needed. She found herself most comfortable in a pair of long legged thermal underwear and a t-shirt, and curling up under her favorite blanket for the duration of the night.
Though tonight was not a normal Saturday night, but in fact something she had been looking forward to all week long. On the previous Monday, Deanna had been asked out by one of her coworkers, and aside from the fact that he was smart and funny, he was also quite good looking. She had taken notice of him strangely enough by the cologne that we wore, as it was intoxicating to her and she would secretly attempt to catch a whiff at every chance and opportunity she had.
She looked at herself in the mirror, her body still glistening from the shower that she just took and as she ran a brush through her long blonde hair. She looked herself over, seeing that her nipples were hard and erect upon her petite breasts that hardly filled her bra, her vagina was clean and baby smooth which was something new for her as tonight was the first night she attempted to shave and was pleased that she had done such a good job. She smiled to the woman in the mirror and thought to herself that tonight she was going to put an end to the long draught she had been experiencing. Tonight she was going to get laid, and although she was not one to usually jump right in the sack with someone, especially on the first date, she found herself overcome with the uncontrollable urge to fuck. She slid her hand down to softly touch the sensitive skin between her legs and found it to be quite warm and eagerly wanting attention.
She pulled a towel off the rack, wrapping it around her body and then walked into her bedroom and into the closet. She perused through the items hanging there and wondered what she could wear that would really draw attention to herself and make her date's head spin. When she came across the black dress, the one she had only wore once before on a very bad date, she thought she might give it yet another chance and opportunity. She pulled it off the closet rod and carried it back into her bedroom, laying it upon the bed to admire what a stunning piece it was.
As she pulled away the towel, letting it cascade down her body and fall upon the floor, she slowly removed the dress from then hanger and then slipped her arms through the small straps and let the dress fall against her body. It was a soft silk dress and she loved how it felt upon her naked body beneath. It fit quite snug, and as well as she had remembered, even with the fact that it was quite short. Much shorter than her other dresses she owned, and dared to even wear. As she looked at herself in the mirror yet again, she saw that her nipples could be clearly seen through the fabric of the dress, forming the smallest erections as they tented the fabric. Tonight was a night she was not going to worry about such petty things as she turned towards her dresser. She opened the top most drawer where she kept all of her panties and hesitated. Here was the usual selection of her white and colored cotton panties, and a single black thong which she took a hold of and slowly pulled from the depths. She wondered what a reaction it would get if her date found her to be wearing nothing beneath her dress, especially with as short as it was. She laughed at this thought, but tossed the thong back into the drawer with the others and slammed it shut, smiling to herself and feeling a growing excitement building in her stomach.
Checking herself one last time in the mirror, she turned herself around, viewing every angle and becoming quite pleased at her appearance, knowing that her date would hardly be able to keep his hands off of her, which was entirely the plan. She added the finishing touches to her ensemble, adding on a little make-up, which she was not one to wear, so she used it sparingly. She brushed through her hair one last time, leaving it down so that it flowed over her bare shoulders, which was not something she normally did either. Tonight was a night to be anything but herself, and she planned to do just that.
As she looked at the clock resting on the bedside table she saw that it was 30 minutes prior to their agreed meeting time and she knew that she must be going. She wanted to be there waiting for him as he arrived, and in order to do just that, she had to leave now. She walked from her bedroom and down the hallway into the front closet where she kept her shoes. As she scanned over numerous flats, tennis shoes, and even a pair of raggedy old boots, she knew that none of these would work for a night such as this. Although, the one pair that was, were a pair of black strappy heels with a 4 inch heel. She had bought them months ago on in hopes that one day she might have a occasion in which to break them in, she was certain that tonight was the night. Deanna was a short woman of only 5'2", but as she slipped on the heels and stood upright, she felt more commanding and ever more powerful. She was amazed at what a few inches could do to one's self esteem, not to mention how pretty her feet had now become and showed off her carefully painted toenails.
She grabbed her purse, her keys and locking the door behind her; she walked down the stairs from her 3rd floor apartment towards her car, anxious for the evening to start and wondered where and how it would end.
Erik sat in his favorite chair, watching TV, but not really paying attention to it all that much, for his attention had been turned towards Deanna who just walked out the front door and headed to her car. He had always found her to be quite an attractive woman, but tonight as he watched her walk down the sidewalk he found that his eyes could not be pried away. She wore such an amazingly short black dress that fit her body well, complimenting every curve of her body and truly showed off her legs, which prior to now he had never had the opportunity to see. He noticed that she was wearing heels, which was also something that Erik could not remember her ever wearing, and had a thought that she was definitely going out tonight for a good time.
He had his own plans for the evening, and in about an hour he was meeting one of his good friends at the bar they visited quite frequently. He checked the time and saw that it was about time that he started to get ready. He slowly stood from his chair, heading back into the bathroom where he turned on the hot water for his shower. He checked the stubble on his face and gave it a once over with his hand razor, and then after stripping the sweats and t-shirt that he was wearing, he got into the steamy flow of water.
45 minutes later, he was slipping on his shoes, grabbing his keys and walking out the door headed to his van, knowing that he had deserved this much anticipated night out after such a brutal week at work. He slowly pulled out of the parking lot and then drove the short distance between his house and the bar. A few minutes later, he was pulling into the parking lot of the establishment, finding a spot that was relatively close and exiting his van he locked it and stuffed his keys into his pocket.
As he walked up to the bar, he took a quick scan around looking for his friend, but what he did see was that Deanna was sitting at the end of the bar, with a look of disappointment and sadness upon her face. He ordered his drink from the bartender and then slowly walked down to the end of the bar. She was stunning as she sat there in her black dress with her legs crossed. Her legs softly glimmering in the soft light of the bar, his gaze traced down to her heels, which was a huge turn on for him.
"Deanna, what brings you here?" Erik asked as he stepped up beside her and took in how good she smelled, as her perfume wasn't overpowering but gave his knees a bit of weakness.
"Hi Erik, what are you doing here? I was actually supposed to be on a date, but he should have been here nearly 30 minutes ago, and there is still no sign of him," she said looking rejected as she voiced the realization that she had been stood up.
"Well, if you would allow me, I would like to buy you a drink, I mean we are neighbors after all," Erik offered, hoping that she might take him up on his suggestion.
"That would be nice. It should of been my date buying me drinks, but at this point I would let just about anyone," she replied and smiled a small but sincere smile.
"Sounds like I found you at the right time then," Erik laughed, silently thanking his fortune for good luck.
As he got the attention of the bartender and flagged him over, he ordered a long island ice tea for Deanna and received his own draft as the bartender quickly began to mix the drink.
"So what brings you here?" Deanna asked as she watched the bartender pouring bottles into the glass that lay on the countertop.
