I had already cleaned my apartment twice today. My clothing was picked from the back of my closet where my best-looking outfits were kept -- used much less often than I would have liked.
I had a date tonight. Well, not so much a 'date' in the traditional sense. It had been the fastest I've ever gone from matching on an app to...pretty much anything happening. And to make things better, she was way out of my league. I tried not to think too much about it -- I was already nervous enough. I just hoped I didn't put my foot in my mouth and ruin things. She said she just wanted to blow off some steam while traveling for work, and all I had to do was not fumble.
I gave one final triple-check of my living area. I had cleaned meticulously, as in, for once, I had actually cleaned my bathroom instead of simple wiping down where it was most conveniently in line of sight.
The alarm on my phone sounded. Fifteen minutes until I should have expected her. I was getting nervous. I had just gotten out of the shower and only fully dressed a few minutes ago, but already sweat made my shirt cling to my back. I was just about to head to the bedroom when several gentle knocks came from my front door. I paused, then once again my phone chirped as the message 'I'm here' briefly presented itself.
She was early. Fuck. I sighed, fanning myself as I head towards the door.
As I drew it open, I immediately took half a step back. I had looked at her photos on Instagram but standing in front of me, in the flesh, was another thing entirely. "Hi," she said, half-smirking as she mimicked my movement. It was as though she was trying to make space between us but the moment passed. "You're Jay, right?" Her eyes narrowed. "Are you overheating?"
I realized I was still fanning myself and stopped almost immediately. "Hi," I said awkwardly. "Imane, I take it...come in." This time I stepped aside in a more deliberate manner, allowing her to cross the threshold and join me in my apartment. "Sorry it's not a fancy place."
"Don't worry about it," she said quickly. "I didn't expect...well, that's not what I'm trying to say."
She wore a flowery, strapless top. A mix of dark colors, the decorative frills around her bust disguised her curves somewhat. However, the dark-brown skirt she wore left almost nothing to the imagination. She was facing away from me still, looking around as she turned on the spot. For a moment, her legs flexed and helped by the pumps she wore, her backside filled all available space within the fabric. I could even see the lining of her panties as the fabric crept towards and disappeared within her voluptuous backside. She certainly looked like she deserved much better accommodation than I was able to provide.
"I think I get what you mean," I chuckled. I hoped I didn't come off as anything but charming and, judging by the expression on her face, she didn't seem to disapprove. "Sorry," I said, "I don't usually do this. I..."
I didn't know why I said that. I wanted to kick myself, stopping mid-sentence with the knowledge that I wouldn't be able to hide the blushing at my cheeks. Yet, when I looked at her, she seemed somewhat more relaxed than before. In fact, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's okay," she said, her tone more reassuring than I could have imagined her response to me. "I didn't really expect...well, you seemed like a genuine guy. I like genuine guys. Easy to please."
I hesitated for a moment. I didn't know if it was the manner in which she said it, or the fact that she sank her white teeth into her lower lip once she was done, but my heart had begun to pound within my chest all of a sudden. If I was excited before, I was twice as much now.
The door swung shut and I turned the locks. "Do you wanna...?" But as I turned around, I only saw the last of her as she disappeared past the doorway leading to my bedroom.
I crossed the living room in less than five steps. There wasn't much to my apartment, just a bedroom and a bath beyond it, and Imane was already topless by the time I spotted her standing in front of the bed. Now I blushed in earnest.
"What?" she asked.
"You're not wearing a bra."
She glanced down. Her curly, brown hair fell to just above her breasts, obscuring nothing. Slowly, she looked up at me, once again biting into her lower lip. "Yeah," she whispered, "I'm not."
She unzipped her skirt at the side and shimmied on the spot as she stripped it from her body in a series of slow movements, swaying her hips from side to side as the fabric peeled down towards the floor. Her black panties hid her crotch, more of an adornment than anything else.
"God," I laughed nervously, "you're really hot."
She stepped forward, leaving her skirt in a pile on the floor, and walked around the edge of the bed. Turning slowly, she sat down and looked down as she used both hands to draw the waistband of her panties high on her hips. "Are you going to come fuck me or not?"
I approached. Slowly, as though not wanting to scare her off. God, she was already in my bed. I need to get out of my own way.
I was barely close enough to touch her when she laid back and extended one leg towards my chest. "Ahm," I chuckled as I felt my movement impeded. "Need these, uh," I swallowed hard.
"Taken off?" she asked in a high-pitched voice. "Mhm!"
I reached up and grabbed her calf gently with both hands. Slowly, I moved them over her ankle, squeezing lightly. "You should know that I, uh," I said nervously. "I kinda have a thing for feet."
"Of course you do," she sighed. There was a look of smug satisfaction on her face. "I hope you manage to hold yourself together then. I do want to get some dick in me tonight."
I moved my hand to the strap that held her shoe in place. The tiny, golden buckle struggled just a bit but I managed to get it unclasped and just a moment later, the shoe slipped off her foot.
Embarrassingly, I shuddered. Her feet were perfectly shaped. Her skin was smooth and unblemished. Soft to the touch, I could tell she was very meticulous with her skincare. Her toes were immaculate, even going so far as to have had the middle one adorned with a golden toe-ring. I couldn't help but touch, and I was certain she could tell that I was mesmerized.
"Next one," she said, bringing my attention to her other leg, now waving itself to hover the foot around the height of my elbow.
"Sorry," I chuckled. As I worked on her other shoe, her bare foot gently pressed against my stomach and slowly worked over my belly as she moved it downward. "Imane," I warned, "what are you doing?"
"Teasing you," she said sweetly as she used her big toe to snag my belt buckle. "Why? Should I stop?"
She paused, as though legitimately waiting for a response. In that time, I removed her other shoe and let it fall to the floor.
Instead of answering her question, I instead lifted her leg and brought her foot near to where I could lean towards it. Gently, I kissed the arch and she giggled with approval.
"Good boy," she said softly as she seemed to relax. She raised her arms above her head and looked up at me, allowing my kisses to creep along the edge of her foot and towards her big toe, while the other moved over my crotch. As my lips moved to the balls of her foot, the other sought my manhood for her own interests.
