Telecommuting into the servers at work I finally finished at almost midnight on a Saturday night when my doorbell rang. Looking through the peephole I saw someone that I thought I recognized but she was dressed like an outright whore. Cautiously I opened the door and there she stood. About 5'6 maybe. Nice sized breasts, and wearing this sheer mini-dress with fishnet stockings. She was fully dressed but wearing nothing. I mean she was covered but I could see right through everything that she was wearing.
Elle, she worked in the same building with me and had we had gone out a few times over the past few weeks. We usually ended up back at her place, but we had never gone to far, but she seemed to appreciate a strong man. I was actually thinking of taking her to the next level, it's just that the way I treated girls I had to be sure first. This one would be quite the catch in many ways. Nice girl, with a bit of a naughty side, liked a little kinky stuff. Actually I had never found out how deep her kink went. God her skin looked nice, a rich cappuccino brown, about 5'6ish, maybe 34DD's up front, I wondered what kind of ass she had, she looked fit from the front. Hair in a pig tails maybe going for a little girl look, maybe it had been made up earlier in the night.
"Hey Elle, most people might ask why in the world are you ringing my doorbell at 1130 at night or why you didn't call first, but instead let me start off with damn you look fine, second what's up?" I whispered.
She laughed that little girl laugh that all guys love and whispered back, "Thanks, why are we whispering?"
"Because its almost midnight and why not. What's going on? Come on in."
"Oh thanks and ok, " she whispered as she followed me in and giggled, "hey um, sorry for not calling but I kinda got stranded and my cell is dead, do you think that I could use yours?" She never dressed like this for me, never dressed like this at work, but did dress somewhat provocatively.
"Sure, but what are you doing out here by yourself?"
"Um, well me and my friends went to this club. I was going to go home with the friends that we met there but I kinda got left. I have been trying to call them but then my cell died. Stranded, I tried to take a cab home but only got about half-way there before I ran out of money and the taxi dropped me off at the McDonalds down the street. Then I broke one of my heels. This night is just turning more and more... yeah, lucky I remembered that you were just down the street." McDonalds... took me a second to think of the closest one. Maybe a half mile, in heels... or barefoot... wow. Am alarm then went off in my head, I never told you where I live.
I noticed that she was in fact barefoot. Her feet encased in the fishnets made me imagine her with her legs in the air and me inside of her. "Yeah ok, my phone is in the kitchen but try to make the call from in there, better reception near the window..." she headed to where I pointed and I grabbed the phone and quickly it into airplane mode, disabling the phone connection.
We eventually ended up in the bedroom "Here you go..." as I handed her the phone.
"Ummm this is your bedroom?"
"Yeah I get crappy reception in this apartment, but it is better by that window or over there by the bathroom, don't ask."
"Is your phone dead to?"'
"Lemme see... Damn ever since that storm yesterday cell service has been spotty at best, it was working earlier, I guess that they are trying to fix it still. You can try again in a little bit. Would you like something to drink? Beer, OJ, Red stuff, water?"
That made her giggle again, "Um sure, a beer would be cool, can I use your bathroom?"
"Sure right through there." She disappeared into the bathroom and I just had to stop and watch her walk away. That very sexy booty swaying back and forth was intoxicating. At the last moment she looked back, caught me staring and just before she closed the door our eyes met and I saw a slight smile.
Damn. I said to myself as I went and got her something to drink. I considered putting something in it, but I think I want her to remember everything about tonight.
When I returned she was just leaving the bathroom and had this look of someone who just caught me doing something that I shouldn't have been doing. I blocked her from actually leaving the bathroom and say, "Actually why don't you try again from the bathroom." I closely followed her into the bathroom, looking down at the phone and let out a sigh. "Nope dead in here to. Hey, um" I pretended to be nervous, " I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable just now, I was just enjoying the view, you look really nice."
"Oh, um thanks, I noticed you looking, both times, its nice to be noticed sometimes" she said with a sparkle in her eye as she took a sip. "What's the deal here? You don't clean?" she asked gesturing around.
"No, I still haven't found a steady girlfriend that knows her place..."
She didn't giggle but laughed out loud at that, "Oh really, maybe you just need to put her in her place?"
I laughed, but thought there is usually truth in jest, "So we both know I was looking at everything, what do you even call that?"
"Call what?" she shyly asked, biting her lip.
"You have NEVER worn anything even close to that for me. Spin around so I can see all of this dress again. That dress / skirt / what is that thing that is pretending to cover you?"
I think I love her giggles, makes me wonder what her screams will sound like. She spun around for me and said, "These are just fishnet thigh-highs, and this is a mini-dress," she said as she ran her hands up and down her body. "I think it was just called a lace babydoll. I love it, its soft, tight and makes me feel sexy." She threw her hands into the air, stretched out and gave me one more spin. She was almost dancing for me but my eyes were drawn instead to the way the mini dress more clearly exposed her fine ass.
Lace babydoll??? No wonder, this slut had wore lingerie to the club and called it a dress. In retrospect this may have been the moment when I decided I was going to fuck her one way or the other. "It sure as hell makes you look soft, sexy and tight in all the right places," I said as I slowly undressed her with my eyes. I knew she saw me do it, was getting uncomfortable and I was enjoying it. I noticed that she had the garters pulled extra tight to keep the dress from lifting up, not that it mattered, I could see everything anyways. "What about you? Why does a sexy little girl like you not have a man?"
"What makes you think that I don't? And that would be the third time you stared at me," she challenged.
"That was probably number seven or eight." I got a smile for that comment. "But moving on, no man, no real man who wanted to keep you as his would let his girl go out by herself dressed like that. I know I sure wouldn't, at least not by yourself."
With attitude, "What??? Dressed like what?"
"Look in the mirror, and figure it out" I said gesturing towards the bathroom mirror. "So I assume that it was a gay club that you went to?" I asked.
Clearly I hit a nerve, "All these assumptions, you never answered my original question and why did I have to have been at a gay club?"
"Well ... dressed like that, you would have definitely been raped at a straight club and possibly at a lesbian one to."
Bang. That did it, "Raped? Who the fuck are you? Who the fuck do you think you are talking to? What gives you the right to talk about me?"
"I'm the guy who you walked at least half a mile to, in heels and barefoot, to flaunt your tight and sexy little body to. I think I am talking to someone who lied to me about her situation. And that would be the constitution of the united states giving me the right to say it." As an afterthought I closed the bathroom door and added, "I am also the guy who outweighs you by more than double, has you trapped in his bathroom at midnight and has already thought about you getting raped."
"Everyone was right you are a fucking asshole," she said in a small step below a whisper but I heard her anyways. She should have been livid, but wasn't. She should have bolted for the door, but not only did she not try to leave, I don't think that she even considered it.
Ignoring her comment for the moment, I calmly responded with, "You don't have a man, you want one badly, but you don't have one yet. And yes I am well known to be a fucking asshole." As I was saying that I took a chance and reached out to her. Lightly at first stroking her cheek, but when she immediately tried to pull away I pushed her against the wall trapping her between the wall and me. "You need to watch your fucking mouth before someone teaches you some damn manners," I said, which I gave even greater meaning to by delivering a not so soft slap across the face.
She screamed something and got slapped twice for her effort. Once with my palm, once with the back of my hand. "Don't do that again slut."
"You can't just do this to me, Fuck Y..."