Greg unlocked the door to his condo, and they both entered. It had been over three months since he'd gotten laid. Consequently, he had made a conscious effort not to show his true hunger to the young woman that accompanied him.
Nikki removed her waist length black leather jacket. Greg politely took it and told her to make herself comfortable. As he hung her jacket in the closet, he offered her a drink. She requested white wine.
Greg confirmed that he indeed had white wine. On his way to the kitchen, he stopped to turn up the thermostat. That was a little trick he had learned years ago. He knew that women were more likely to remove their clothes if they felt warm.
As he poured their wine, he thought about his good fortune. He had met Nikki only two hours earlier at his favorite neighborhood watering hole. She seemed so out of place, being such a beauty... and alone. Greg never really had expected her to accept his offer for a drink. After all, they were a mismatch.
Being 44 himself, Greg figured Nikki to be in her mid to late twenties. He'd somewhat expected her to address the age issue, but she hadn't. Since he usually passed for his late thirties, Greg saw no reason to bring it up himself. He was proud of his low mileage and years of effort at the gym.
Greg carried the two glasses of wine out to the living room where he found her inspecting the pictures on the wall. She accepted a glass, and then she sat on the sofa. He sat across from her in his easy chair, so that he could study her as they made small talk.
Nikki was even more beautiful than he'd been able to earlier determine in the dark and smoky bar. She wasn't overly pretty or feminine, but she had a raw, earthy, and exotic look that most men found irresistibly sexy. Her hair was long, dark, thick and wavy. Piercing steel blue eyes, pointed eyebrows, full pouty lips, and high cheekbones adorned her softly chiseled face.
Whenever her eyes broke contact with his, he would quickly glance down at her breasts. She had unzipped her tight, black, ribbed knit sweater far enough for him to see her ample cleavage and the top of her black laced bra.
Every time she turned away, he would steal a look at her long, defined, slender legs. She was not wearing any hose, but her legs were smooth enough to allow her short leather skirt to slowly inch up her thighs whenever she shifted her body for comfort. Another inch or two, and he might be able to see her panties, if she wore any.
Greg's cock noticeably responded to the visual delight seated across from him. The combination of his Dockers and boxer shorts gave his cock the freedom to create a crotch tent. With the exception of a strip bar, he couldn't recall the last time he had gotten a hard on from just looking at a woman.
Nikki shifted her weight again, and uncrossed her legs. Greg caught a glimpse of a dark patch between her legs, but didn't have enough time to tell if it was dark pubic hair or black panties. His cock swelled to its' full capacity. He fantasized about burying his face between her thighs and making her pussy feel good.
Nikki broke his reverie by requesting another glass of wine. He cursed himself for using the small wine glasses. Now he had no choice but to stand up and expose the huge bulge in his pants. He took her glass and quickly exited the room, feeling a little embarrassed.
When he returned with the filled glasses, he found her standing over his entertainment system running her finger along a shelf. He handed her the glass of wine and noticed that her finger had left a line on the dusty shelf.
"I haven't dusted for a while," he explained, smiling sheepishly.
"Typical," was all she said. She sat down on the sofa once again.
"So, I see that you were able to... ahem, compose yourself while in the kitchen," she commented.
"What do you mean?" he asked, knowing full well what she meant.
"You were rather aroused before I asked you for more wine," she explained with a devilish smile, looking him straight in the eyes.
"W-well, yes I was. You're a beautiful woman," he explained, surprised at her directness. He noticed that she had unzipped her sweater another inch or two while he was in the kitchen.
"Did you enjoy sneaking your little glances at my breasts and up my skirt?" she asked directly.
Why the little cunt had been cock teasing him all along, Greg thought. He felt a little annoyed, but saw no point in denying it.
"I suppose I did. As I've said, you really are beautiful and I..." he tried to explain.
"How old are you?" she interrupted, crossing her legs.
"Forty four," he responded.
"Hmm... A little older than I thought, but that's even better. When's the last time you got laid?" she asked in a matter of fact manner.
"It's been a while," he replied, off balance from her directness. He preferred to be honest, but he didn't want to be any more specific than he had to.
"How long of a while?" she pressed, uncrossing her legs and spreading them just enough to make her skirt climb up a couple inches.
"Going on four months," he reluctantly responded.
"One night stand?" she inquired.
"Yes," he replied.
"How many times have you gotten laid in the past year?" she asked.
"Hey look, what's with the third degree?" Greg finally objected, but he had allowed the conversation to go too far. Nikki's past experience told her that he could be controlled.
