Her heels clicking along the pavement were the only sound in the still, dark night. She instinctively tightened her knee length black coat around her torso tighter and folded her arms firmly underneath her breasts. She let out a long, deep breath she hadn't realised she had been holding and it came out so foggy and thick it looked like cigarette smoke. Seeing this made her shiver some more and she knew it was because she was wearing so little under her coat. She felt chilled to the bone but she knew it was way more than the cold weather. It was her fear and that deep down thrill she was feeling at the late night visit she was springing on him. She had followed him home one night after a lecture, so she knew where he lived, she also knew he lived with his sister and her husband but he had told their class earlier today they were out of town for the week. Perfect time to show up and show him what a man she thought he was.
She had a heart flop imagining the worst- him turning her away and she told herself she was a hot, desirable young woman, why would he knock that back? Besides, he wore purple socks in class a lot, purple means sexually frustrated she told herself to motivate her on to face up to this mission. She had wanted this a long, long time and nothing was standing in her way now.
As she approached his house, she slowed her walk to a turtle pace. She realised she was also holding her breath; she took a deep breath and released it, squared her shoulders and walked up his front path. He must have recently been watering the garden; it had that deep damp earthy smell. She breathed in the smell she usually found pleasant and wondered if she herself would be damp soon. She shuffled up to the front door, flicked her long dark curls around and fluffed them up a bit. She ran her hands down her body, doing a mental check on her appearance. No time for mirrors here. Her long manicured nails found the doorbell and she gave it a very deliberate and determined push.
As she waited for him to open the door, she wasn't entirely sure how to arrange herself for his first impression of her on his doorstep. One arm up against the wall, her hip sticking out? Her back against the wall one leg up and curled against the wall, her sharp spikes at the end of her heels up against the wall?
In the end, she didn't have time because the door was opening wider and wider before her eyes. She knew she looked flustered and stupid and contemplated running far away and fast but his slow appreciative smile stopped her in her tracks, froze her in her spot.
"Ashley," He crooned, his eyes sweeping up and down her body.
"Professor." Ashley managed in a husky tone, courtesy of the frog that had made itself at home in her throat but she hoped it passed for sensual.
"To what do I owe this lovely pleasure on this lonely night?" He raised one eyebrow and slightly smirked.
Ashley knew he would fuck her.
"I knew you were alone." She said, batting her heavily painted eyelashes at him.
"Well, you better come in from the cold." He said to her feigning hospitality.
Ashley nodded and stepped her black stiletto heels over the threshold. He shut the door firmly behind them and locked it.
"I like your fishnet stockings." He smiled.
"If you like them, you are going to love the rest of what I'm wearing." Ashley challenged.
"Challenge accepted, show me." He said in such a sexy and demanding voice with an authoritative undertone that Ashley felt herself getting a bit wet in her panties already.
