I'd only recently returned home from work, and was pottering about in the kitchen when the doorbell rang. Not expecting anyone to be calling, I was surprised, but not as surprised as when I opened the door to reveal the caller.
She was standing at the door with a pensive look on her face, waiting. Stupidly, I just stood and stared at her, the very last person on earth whom I could expect to ring my door bell on this day. A large suitcase rested next to her feet, and she was dressed in an unflattering large coat, covering her down to her ankles.
"Hi," she said finally. "Can I come in?"
"Uh, sure, yeah. Come in." She picked up the case, and I stood aside holding the door as she lugged it in next to a lounge chair, into which she collapsed. "I didn't expect to see you here..."
"No, I suppose not. I've come to stay for a while, if that's okay."
"Here?" When she just smiled in response, I hesitated before answering. "I'm not so sure that that's a great idea. Too be honest, I was hoping not to have to talk to you again, let alone having you stay."
"Oh. I suppose that's understandable. But I have a proposal for you first that may change your mind."
"I can't have you back, you know that..."
"I know. That's not my proposal. This is." She stood, and I watched as she unbuttoned the coat to reveal what she was wearing beneath. Which wasn't a great deal. As she finished unbuttoning and removed the coat to stand revealed, I shook my head in pure amazement. It was as though she had just stepped straight out of a lewd fantasy. Starting from the feet up, black heels, white lace stockings, a very short black skirt showing white frothy petticoats beneath; so short, I could just see a hint of white lace underwear. A black translucent blouse (I could make out the white lace bra beneath it) was open almost to her waist, revealing plenty of her ample breasts.
"Oh," she continued, as I stared. "There's one other piece that I wanted to put on, but I needed to make sure you understood what it meant." With that, she drew out a small gold chain, and then bent from her waist to fasten it around her ankle, and in so doing gave me an excellent view of her barely concealing lace g-string.
I understood exactly what the anklet meant - it was a symbol that we had discussed once or twice but never acted on. It mean she was offering herself to me as my living, breathing sex fantasy, for me to do with as I pleased.
"Are you sure about this?" I eventually managed to stammer out, after quickly readjusting the sudden bulge in my trousers.
"Very sure," she responded, standing again, then raising her arms above her head, and slowly turning around to give me a full view of this miraculous vision.
"Why? I mean, I'm still not sure whether..."
"Don't," she interrupted me. "I can't give you what you want; we both know that. But I've missed you, and I decided that this was something I could give you. Besides, I'm horny, and this should be fun!"
I sat down - not easy with the sudden constriction. It had been a hot day, and I was wearing little in the privacy of home, so it was obvious to her that she'd already won any possible argument on my behalf. Still, I wanted to be clear about exactly what was going on.
