Mike hurried out of the building, mentally checking off the things he still needed to do before he got home. He had been unable to work all day, distracted by the anticipation of his upcoming date with his neighbor Stacy. She was beautiful, smart, charming, and sexy as any woman he had ever met, and Mike couldn't wait to be alone with her.
But Mike was also nervous and unsure how things would go. Even though Stacy had suggested dinner at her place, he couldn't quite believe she was interested in him as more than a friend. He suspected that she was just being polite because they were neighbors. None the less, he still wanted to get to know her better. Hopefully she felt the same way about him.
Despite his nervousness Mike was determined to make a great impression. He stopped at a flower shop and picked up a small bouquet of yellow roses, which hoped she would like. Then he stopped at a liquor store. He didn't know what was on the menu so he carefully chose two bottles of Merlot. It was already 7PM by the time he walked in the door to his apartment.
He showered, shaved, and then chose a dark, blue blazer to wear over a plain, blue dress shirt and khaki slacks. After a quick check of the time, he swiftly buffed his shoes and then gathered up the wine and flowers and walked down the hall to Stacy's place.
Mike had only dated a couple times since his divorce and he felt as jumpy as a teen when he rang the bell. He stood there restlessly tapping his foot, wondering what was taking so long and quickly became worried that he maybe he had the wrong day. By the time Stacy answered the door he was a nervous wreck. When he saw that she was wearing a bathrobe and slippers he was crestfallen.
"I'm sorry. Am I early? If so, I can come back later…" Mike apologized.
Stacy just smiled broadly and motioned him to come in. "Don't be silly. You are right on time Mike. Please come in. Are those flowers for me?"
Mike stuttered, "Uh...Yy-yes!"
"Let me put these in some water and then I'll be right back", she called over her shoulder as she walked into the kitchen. "Just put the wine on the counter."
Stacy thought to herself, "How romantic! He really is sweet in an old fashioned kind of way!" She appreciated the fact that Mike had chosen to dress nicely for dinner and roses were completely unexpected. None of the guys she had dated since her divorce had thought to bring her flowers. She put the flowers in a vase and placed them on the counter smiling at Mike as she adjusted the arrangement. Then she walked over and kissed him on the cheek.
"Yellow roses are my favorite. How did you know?"
Mike just shrugged, and then said "I like your place. It fit's you."
Mike already knew what her placed looked like, at least what he could see through the window. But now that he was inside he could see much more detail.
Stacy's large living/dining room was divided into three areas by open spaces. In one area she had arranged her sofa and love seat diagonally so one had an unobstructed view out over the balcony. In another area, closer to the kitchen she had placed a large dining table with chairs. There were bookshelves and small tables located throughout the spaces.
The remaining space was outfitted as a mini-gym, complete with a Bowflex, treadmill, elliptical trainer, and a couple of machines Mike didn't recognize. There were mirrors all along one wall making the exercise space look bigger than it really was. There was also a poster sized picture of Stacy in a skimpy, white bikini on the wall. He stared at it, and then looked back at her grinning.
"My motivation", Stacy said proudly. "That picture was taken about 15 years ago and my goal is to look as good as that again."
Mike gulped, and said "I think you look fine just the way you are."
Stacy smiled and purred, "You are so sweet. I could just eat you up." To herself she thought, "And I mean every word!"
They walked back out to the living room and she placed a tray with a wine opener and two glasses on the coffee table. Then she said, "Why don't you open the wine and I'll be right back."
Mike opened the wine and then nervously wandered about the living room checking out her books and pictures. Suddenly, he noticed a reflection moving in the mirrored wall. Curious, he moved slightly closer and to his right and instantly realized he was seeing Stacy moving around in her bedroom. Mike froze and watched as she opened her robe and tossed it on the bed, and then walked to her closet, naked from head to toe!
Stacy fidgeted and stalled until she saw Mike's reflection clearly in the mirror. Then she took off her robe and started to dress herself. She had deliberately waited until he arrived just so she could tease him with another little peep show. She barely suppressed a little giggle when she felt the familiar tingle starting between her legs.
Mike couldn't look away as Stacy took a dress out of the closet and then laid it on the bed. Then she picked up a sexy, black lace thong and slipped into it, wiggling her hips from side to side. When she picked up her dress and began to slide into it, he moved away and sat on the couch. He had watched his ex-wife dress thousands of times, but never had it seemed so sensual or erotic.
A couple minutes later Stacy walked into the room and struck a pose. "Ta da!" She declared. "How do you like me now?"
Mike's jaw dropped. Stacy was wearing a black, halter top cocktail dress that was mid-thigh length at best, and silver sandals with at least 3" spike heels. The dress hugged her fine figure, highlighting every curve and accentuating her generous cleavage.
"Stacy, you are absolutely gorgeous!" Mike exclaimed.
"Why thank you sir. Now let's have a drink!"
Mike poured the wine and handed her a glass and then toasted "To get the full value of joy, you must have someone to divide it with…"
"That's lovely Mike!"
"Its part of something Mark Twain said."
"It's still perfect!" Stacy thought, "Wow! He is surprisingly charming."
Mike sat on the couch and Stacy sat on the love seat facing him. Her eyes sparkled like cut glass and the deep vee front of her dress barely covered the swell of her full breasts. When she crossed her legs her dress slid up and she made no move to tug it back down. His mind wandered and suddenly he was imagining her naked.
Pulling himself back into the present, Mike broke the ice and said, "So Stacy, how long have you worked at Bloomingdales?"
"Oh, just since my divorce."
"Do you like working there?"
