| Straight: Serial Stories: The Paper - Part 2 (1/3) |
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A few minutes go by. “Crap”, he says, “I have an afternoon class. Sorry about that. I lost all track of time!” he says, winking. As he grabs his briefs pants and shirt, he turns to her: “But, if you are free for dinner, I can pick you up at 6.” “Sure,” she says, watching him dress and run out the door. At 6pm he finds himself back in front of her house. He walks up to the door, dressed in dress khakis, and a matching shirt and tie with brown shoes and socks. He knocks on the door, and she opens it, her blond hair shining in the combination of fading light and street lights. “I am just about done...” she says. She has a little black dress on (reasonable décolletage, cross straps in the back, dropping down just a few inches above her knee. Looking her up and down, he says “You look hot!” as he kisses her on the lips. “Not so bad yourself! Come in. l I have to choose earrings still. Grab a beer in the kitchen, if you wish!” “Sure,” he says walking into the kitchen and grabbing a beer, drinking out of the bottle for the sake of expediency. Walking back out to the hall, he watches her put small dangly earrings in her ears, with little silver cylinders, the curve of her breasts slightly visible as she moves her hands up to her ears one at a time, and the dress moving slightly as she twists each earring in. As she does this, her dress rides up slightly, revealing more of her leg. Seeing him watching, she smiles appreciatively in the mirror, and grabs her back pocket book as she says “Ok, I’m ready.” As she locks the door, he takes her arm in his, and they walk down the road. “What do you feel like eating?” he asks. “Chinese, Indian, Italian, Vietnamese, burgers. The sky is the limit.” “I do like Indian food!” she answers. “So be it. There is a place just down the road, and it is fairly intimate, not too busy...” They walk in, and the owner herself seats them in the corner, with a view of the cars going by and a nice privacy screen. She brings water and takes the order. Alex and Marie chat about random things, him seated at a 45 degree angle to her rather than across from her, so they can both see out the window, and as it is more intimate... After the meal comes and they begin to eat, silence reigns for a few minutes, and he accidentally drops his spoon. Reaching down to pick it up under the table, he admires her legs parted slightly, and then notices that she isn’t wearing any panties! He bangs his head on the underside of the table, on the way back up. “Did you see something you like down there?” she giggles, smiling at him. Leaning in, she whispers, “You have seen it all; why cover more than one needs to?” winking at him again. “Yes!” he mutters, feeling himself grow hard. “Why indeed.” His hand drops to her knee, and moving his chair closer as he finishes his meal with his right hand, his left hand slowly pushes her dress up higher on her thigh under the table. While it is cleared, and they order coffee and Indian ice cream for dessert, he moves his hand |
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wow is all i can say