Cyndi checked her light makeup in the mirror for the fourth time. She went to the living room and adjusted a chair for the third time. She moved some magazines that were a little untidy for the second time. Outside, the last of the summer light dipped below the horizon.
Tonight was her third date with Sam, and she intended to take full advantage of the "sex on the third date" tradition. She didn't think Sam would be a long-term thing, but she intended to enjoy him for a bit. On their first date, she had let him give her a kiss as they said goodbye on her doorstep. On their second, she let him kiss a bit longer and stopped when she felt his hands wandering. She didn't want him to think she was easy.
But tonight, she planned to go all the way. And she fully intended to have Sam frothing at the mouth before he finally pushed his cock between her legs.
She tidied up a bit more until the buzzer rang.
"Hello?" she said into the intercom.
"Hey, Cyndi, it's Sam."
"Oh, Sam, I lost track of time. I'm running a bit behind, but come on up." She stopped by the hallway mirror and paused. Brown hair wet with bangs arranged to swoop over her forehead and down to her jawline? Check. Towel pushing her 35B breasts together to make them look bigger? Check. A touch of lipstick and blush? Check.
She opened the door when she heard the knock. Sam was tall, had dark, curly hair, glasses, and a wry smile. He paused and looked at her. She was wearing nothing more than a towel, which she had arranged so that it barely came past her pussy.
"Sorry, Sam. I got super busy today at the office. I hope you don't mind?" Clearly he didn't. Who would? He shook his head, leaned forward, and kissed her on the cheek.
"Not a problem. We've got plenty of time before dinner."
"Oh good. Just have a seat here and I'll go get dressed." She sat him down in an armchair whose angle she had checked three times. She walked to her bedroom, with her arms up to hold up the towel, but also to give it a little tug up so that Sam, watching her walk away, would see just the beginning of her ass. She flung open the door to her room, walked in quickly, and then swung the door shut without looking back, the very model of a harried date.
The umbrella she had placed just so did its trick, the door swung into it, hit it, and popped open a tiny bit. The crack lined up perfectly with the angle of the armchair so that someone leaning to his right could see through it.
She had already moved into her closet, making it obvious that she didn't seem to have noticed the door situation. She dropped the towel and pulled two skirts off her hangers and brought them to her bed. As she stood, naked and pretending to contemplate the skirts, she stood right in line with the crack of the door. She paused there for about 15 seconds, grabbed one of the skirts and swung around, careful to turn away from the door so she would continue to not notice the open door.
When she walked by the door again a few minutes later, she had on a tight white scoop neck t-shirt and nothing else. She went to her dresser, pulled out a pair of sexy panties, and grabbed the skirt from the foot of the bed. Didn't want to spoil the fun for Sam by showing him the underwear too soon.
She walked to the door and opened it, seemingly unaware that it hadn't closed all the way. Sam had grabbed a magazine and seemed to be reading it, but the bulge in his pants suggested he had seen some of the show.
"How do I look?"
He looked up and smiled. "You look pretty." Her t-shirt came just to the waistband of her knee-length flowery skirt, showing the occasional flashes of skin as she moved.
"Oh, you're so sweet. Let's go to dinner."
During dinner, the two caught up on each other's weeks and got to know each other a bit better. Cyndi crossed her arms under her breasts a fair amount, pushing them up and out, especially when she leaned forward to ask him something in the noisy restaurant. She let herself get a bit tipsy. Hopefully Sam would try something.
She invited him up to her apartment for some post-dinner Scotch, and before long the two were making out on her couch. His hand stroked her back and slid down it to her ass. She lifted up a little bit to let him know it was okay, but as his hands moved to the front, she stopped him by pushing his hand down and pulling back.
"Do you want to play a game?"
He arched an eyebrow. "What kind of game?"
"An easy one. I ask you a question and if you guess the answer, you get a prize."
"What kind of prize?"
"Well, play the game to find out!"
"Okay," he said. He leaned back a bit. "Go ahead."
She stood up and faced him. "Tonight I did something unusual for me. What was it?"
He moved his mouth a bit. "Uhh. Ordered steak?"
"Ha. No. I love steak. Next guess."
