My light brown hair, almost blond, came down below my shoulders. I put on a little make-up, a touch of lip gloss and a little mascara to emphasize my green eyes. The tight black skirt came down mid thigh and clung to my ass. I shaved my pussy, having read that guys like that. The silky white thong barely covered my bare pussy and felt great on my ass. I wore the white satiny blouse that was cut low and the push-up bra that revealed my cleavage---glad I was blessed with big tits. I tied a small black scarf around my neck. The high heel shoes looked perfect with the skirt and a dash of the perfume added to the feeling that I looked and felt sexy.
Wondering if I was a little overdressed for a basement apartment, I walked down two flights of stairs, trying to be calm and there I was in front of his apartment. I knocked and waited and when he opened the door, he was wearing jeans and a white t shirt and no shoes. He had recently showered because his long grayish hair was still wet.
"I never wear shoes, " he said as he let me in. He smiled, his eyes moving up and down my body. "Nice, " is all he said, looking into my eyes.
"Thanks, " I responded as I walked in and glanced around the small room. Two walls were filled with books and several books lay open on the floor next to a dark green chair with a lamp next to it. A closed laptop sat on a small desk. A round oak table was near the kitchen and was set with two bowls and candles.
"I made us some soup--more of a Moroccan stew, " he said. "I hope you haven't had dinner yet."
"No, just half a tuna sandwich after you left." I looked at the table."Soup would be great. I never had anything Moroccan, " I added, surprised that he made dinner.
"And I have some bread in the oven. It's almost done."
"You bake bread, " I said, even more surprised.
"Yes I like to cook and I've been baking bread for years."
"I have to admit I was not expecting this when you left and told me you were going to give me what I was looking for."
"I'm going to--maybe even more than you are looking for, " he said with a sly, playful look in his eyes as he walked towards the stove. He bent down and took out a round loaf of bread, tapped his thumb on the bottom to make sure it was done and put it on the counter.
"Smells good, " I said. "You are full of surprises, aren't you?" I smiled."I'm still reeling from this afternoon."
"Me, too. I didn't expect anything would happen when I went to fix your sink, but you looked so hot and so vulnerable at the same time, I knew I wanted you and I knew you wanted me."
"That's never happened to me before. I mean, you were right, I came here to get away from my town where everybody saw me as a good girl. I'm so shy and wanted to break out of being what people expected. I want excitement. I want passion, but didn't think it would happen so fast."
"I know, " he said, nodding. "And it takes courage to leave the familiar for the unknown." "I know I am taking a chance. I don't know anyone here and that's what I wanted—to be a stranger and let the real Molly out, " I said, somehow feeling I could be open and honest with him.
"I can help you, " he said. "I think you are really pretty and sexy but I also see the frightened little girl in you."
"You do? What do you see?"
"I see innocence, shyness, goodness, pain—lots of pain, but I also see a passionate woman who has been hiding her sexuality, her need to be loved, her need to satisfy her lust. You are hungry to feel everything there is to feel. You are an angel filled with goodness and a passionate lustful woman who wants to fuck like a slut."
I was stunned how he described me. His use of the word slut stirred something deep in me and suddenly I felt a stirring between my legs. I remembered my on-line name Angel Slut.
"You're amazing. You're so right, "I said feeling he was seeing into my soul. I was getting turned on by how he spoke and looked at me.
Just then he came close, looking me in the eyes. He put his arms around me, moving his hand up and down my back and then started rubbing and squeezing my ass. His touch was gentle and firm. I wrapped my arms around his back, grinding my pussy against his bulging cock. It was as if he were reading my mind.
"You look so hot in that dress, "he said, looking into my eyes then lowered his head and kissed my tits as they rose out of my tight low cut blouse. His mouth kissed my tits while his hand gripped my ass pulling me harder against his cock.
"I want you to be my slut, " he said, looking into my eyes.
I was stunned by his words but somehow he knew I was a good girl who wanted to be bad. He knew I wanted raw animalistic sex and he was going to give me that. "You want a man to fuck your brains out like we did this afternoon."
I pushed my pussy harder against him, grinding into his cock. His hand gripped my ass tighter.
"I'm right, aren't I?"
"Maybe, " I said, looking into his eyes, smiling.
"You want to let go and be wild and uninhibited, don't you?" Yes, you know what I want, " I said, looking into his eyes, "and now I'm going to take it."
Suddenly, I pushed him hard towards the dark green chair forcing him to sit down. I kicked off my shoes, looking down at him, my legs wide apart, my tight skirt high on my thighs. I couldn't believe I was doing this. What was coming over me, giving me the courage to take charge?
Kneeling down between his legs, I looked into his eyes, unbuttoned his jeans, pulled down the zipper and grabbed his hard cock-- my eyes fixed on it then moved my mouth close, my tongue licking it. I had never done this before and was surprised at my aggressiveness.
He leaned back in the chair, his legs spread apart. I gripped his hard cock in my hand, loving how warm and hard it felt standing straight up in front of me. I had never looked at a cock before, the mushroom head, the thick vein and now my mouth was salivating to devour it. I never wanted anything more then to take his cock in my mouth. I moved my tongue slowly up and down the underside of his pulsing cock, licking along the thick vein then licking the head like it was a big lolli-pop then licking the tip of his cock with the tip of my tongue, teasing him, tasting him as he writhed on the chair.
