Told from the point of view from Tom Cruise.
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It was our first date together and I was so nervous I could almost feel myself shaking. Penelope was stunning and had a perfectly proportioned figure. I relaxed as I rang her door bell and when she answered the door, I was even more pleased with the way she looked.
She wore a thin white blouse which fit loosely, a black stone-washed jean skirt which stopped above her knee, and high heel shoes. As I drove, I spent almost as much time looking at her as at the road. We went from one destination to another enjoying ourselves thoroughly at each place.
As the night progressed, we relaxed and moved closer and closer. Our last stop was a small cafe to get a late night snack. As she sat across the table, I felt her foot gently caressing my leg. I stopped talking and moving for a second, then continued but in a different manner.
I didn't discourage her from continuing, so this went on for a few more minutes. Then she went to the ladies room and when she returned, something about her appearance had changed, but I couldn't tell what it was. It was about 2 a.m. so I suggested that it was time that I drive her home.
As she got up and we walked to the car I realized what she did to her appearance, she had removed her bra. The nipples of her firm breasts gently poked through the blouse begging to be noticed. I let her in the car and walked around the other side and when I entered, I glanced at her and noticed that she had unbuttoned one button from her blouse, exposing the side of her breast almost completely.