Samantha took a deep breath as she checked herself in the rearview mirror one last time. She eyed her perfectly applied makeup, accentuating her deep blue eyes and full, red lips. Satisfied that she looked her best, she ran a brush through her auburn tresses one last time and stepped out of her silver Mustang GT.
She glanced at the apartment door nearest her, searching for the entry to number 117. As she walked, her expensive, black spiked heels clicked on the cracked sidewalk. She finally found the door she was looking for, and smoothed the clingy fabric of her short black skirt before raising her hand to the doorbell. When the door opened, a smile slowly spread over her lush lips. He was exactly as he had described himself.
"Tony?" She asked, just to be sure she wasn't lusting over a roommate.
"Samantha. Wow! You're hotter than I imagined!"
Samantha and Tony had met through a local party line, and had been talking for a little over a week. Samantha had originally called out of boredom, never believing she would find someone she would even consider meeting. But she had been wrong. This was their first meeting, and neither one was disappointed. As he let her in, Samantha took a moment to really check him out. He stood about 6'3", and had black hair and milk chocolate skin. She completed her once over of his muscular body and finally dragged her eyes up to meet his deep brown ones.
"Just give me a minute," he told her as he disappeared into the back of the apartment, presumably to the bedroom, as he had only been wearing a white muscle shirt with his jeans. Samantha assumed he had gone to get a shirt so they could leave for the club they planned on going to.
As she waited, Samantha perched on the edge of his sofa and readjusted the low neckline of her favorite pink shirt. The blouse perfectly accentuated her firm, 36D breasts, revealing just enough to catch a man's attention. Soon Tony returned to the living room and announced that he was ready to go.
They drove to the club in Tony's truck, allowing Samantha to sit comfortably and allow her skirt to ride up high on her thigh. She was more than attracted to Tony. In all honesty, she had almost told him to forget the club, that they could just stay at his place, but she didn't want to look like a slut either. She would be patient. She knew she would have her dessert at the end of the night.
The club was crowded; bodies crammed together so closely on the dance floor that it was hard to move freely. The advantage was that Samantha could press herself fully against tony's body under the guise of dancing. Thirty minutes after they arrived at the club, Tony was holding her body tight to his, and she could feel his hardness pressed firmly between her thighs.
He leaned over and whispered, "I want to get you out of here . . . "
Samantha agreed, and as they left the club, she suggested they pick up some tequila and limes so they could do a few body shots at his apartment. Alcohol in hand, they hurried into his apartment, where Tony promptly locked the door and pulled Samantha into his arms, kissing her forcefully on the mouth, pushing his tongue into her mouth roughly.
