It was a cool Sunday evening in the early season of Fall. My neighborhood was quiet, but not abandoned. All throughout, people were outside in long-sleeved shirts sitting on their porches or laying in a hammock they had stretched across two trees. Everybody was enjoying the cool air after a long Summer, and they were doing it peacefully and quietly. I love the turning of the season as much as the next person, but I have things to do.
I'm just now stepping out of the shower, worried that I might be late. I look at the clock on the wall and realize that I still have plenty of time. My heart is rushing as fast as I am, and I'm so nervous that the beads of water trickling down me feel like sweat. I close my eyes, take a deep breath, and try to calm myself. I feel somewhat more relaxed by the time I open my eyes back up. I grab my towel off the rack and wipe the water off of me. I wipe my bathroom mirror off and take a good look at myself. My breasts are the first thing I notice, and I'm sure the first thing he will notice; they're about average sized, I'd say. I push my long and curly blonde hair off of my breasts to take a closer look. I wear a C cup bra so I know most guys would be happy with me, at least. I've never been self conscious about my nipples, which are dark and perky, and no bigger than the size of a dollar coin. I turn my body at an angle to take a good look at my ass, which is undoubtedly what I'm personally most happy about myself with. I have a nice round, smooth bubble butt that jiggles at any touch, which I know guys love.
By the time I finished blow drying and curling my hair, it was almost eight o'clock. Jonathon had agreed to pick me up at nine and take me to see a movie. Little did he know I wasn't in the mood for a movie tonight- I was going to surprise him with a little something else. I giggled to myself with anticipation, and had to stop myself from daydreaming so I could get dressed. I walked into my bedroom where I had my outfit picked out already. Everything was red, which I think is one of the most seductive colors when worn properly. I slipped on my lace thong and bra and ran to my dresser mirror to get another good look at myself. I was gorgeous, there was no doubt about it I went back to my bed and put on my bathrobe which covered the whole of my body. No more clothes were needed for my plan. Now all I had to do was prepare my bedroom.
When my bedroom was all ready for a night of lovemaking, all that was left to do was wait. I couldn't help but think how stupid I felt that I had seen Jonathon almost every day for five years now, but only in the past month realized how good he may be for me. He was my postman, so he worked for the government and made good money. He was my neighbor, who lived immediately next to me, so we never had to travel far to see each other. He was tall, tan, and handsome. There were plenty of people in the state of California who fit that exact description, but there was more to him. There was just something about him that-
The doorbell rang.
"Places everyone!" I found myself thinking, now even more excited than ever.
I briskly walked downstairs and to the front door. I took one last deep breath and opened the door.
"Hi Jon," I said with a chuckle, "have any trouble finding the place?"
"What's up, Jessica." he paused and looked me up and down "I'm sorry I'm early. Do you want me to come back in a little bit?"
I hadn't realized it at the time, but he was early. He was fifteen minutes early. What felt to me like hours upon end of waiting was in reality, less than one.
"No, it's no problem at all. Come on it for a minute, I needed your help with something anyways."
I let him in and shut the door behind him. He was certainly dressed for a date, which I liked. He was wearing black dress shoes, a beige pair of Khakis, and a silky black polo with a white tee tucked in his pants underneath. He was business casual tonight, and I love a businessman. The outfit that a man is wearing in a girl's fantasy plays a big role, and all I wanted to do was imagine him ripping it off and taking me as hard as he wanted all night.
"What is it you needed my help with?" he said.
"I want you to pick out an outfit for me," I lied, "it's upstairs. I've narrowed it down to two. Come wait at my door and I'll let you know when you can come in and see."
"Being as fine figured a woman as yourself, I'm sure you'd look good in anything."
He always made it a point to compliment my looks once or twice on the two dates we've had so far. He never overdid it, which is good. He just liked to let me know, and I loved it.
I walked into my bedroom and shut the door. It was time. I decided last-minute to ditch my bra entirely. I laid on my bed and laid the bra down beside me, so he would know I had just taken it off for him. I put my head on my pillow, puffed my chest out and tried to be as sexy as I could, which wasn't hard for me.
"You can come in now." I said.
