Jimmy stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. He dried himself hastily, so his shoulder length hair was still wet as he slipped into his robe and made his way to the bedroom. The clock on the wall told him he was going to be late.
"Shit," he said. "Better get a move on".
He opened the wardrobe and selected his clothes for the evening. A cream suit, white shirt with brown brogues. No tie. Smart but not too formal. Perfect for a romantic dinner with his girl.
He laid the clothes out on his bed and slipped out of the robe. Then he caught sight of himself in the bedroom mirror.
"Damn," he cursed, rubbing the palm of his hand against the stubble on his chin. In his haste he had forgotten to shave. So he left his clothes spread out on the bed and went back to the bathroom.
Across town, Emily was listening to some disco records and enjoying a beer. She was dressed in hot pants, a man,s shirt and tie, and knee high socks. Her jet black hair was bunched up in pigtails, and she wore thick set glasses as a fashion statement, not necessity.
Beneath her eyes she had applied black mascara, and her lips were painted a shocking red. She lay back on a bean bag, smoking and tapping her feet in rhythm to the music. Her shirt was unbuttoned enough to expose the frilly laced edges of her push up bra. This affected position pushed her breasts upward, giving the impression of a remarkable cleavage.
Emily was feeling great. The beer was working, making her feel sexy and bold. She couldn't really say when her hand had slid into her hot pants, working beneath the hem of her panties to stroke between the pink folds of her pussy.
She rubbed slowly at first, her hand working by itself. Then, as the sensations grew more intense, she stroked faster, rocking her hips against the movement of her hand. She took a pull on her cigarette as she masturbated. She was incredibly horny.
But then her cell phone rang. Emily had been expecting the call, and it was a call she had to take. She slid the hand out from between her thighs and grabbed the phone from the floor.
"Yes?" she answered with sexy oriental tones. "What time do you need me?"
Emily nodded as the caller spoke.
"Ok, see you soon. You tell him to expect me, yes?"
Emily cancelled the call and sat upright on the bean bag. She killed the stereo, finished the cigarette, then looked down to her groin and patted between her thighs.
"I deal with you later," she purred, then stood up and made for the door.
Jimmy was still in his robe applying some after shave when the door bell rang. It rang twice before he heard it. He put the bottle down and went down stairs, creeping over the tiled floor that was cold against his bare feet.
As he approached the door he saw the silhouette of a medium height girl standing on the other side of the frosted glass. He noted long legs jutting from a very short skirt, and if he was not mistaken, pigtails. From her sideways position, he could also make out the round definition of her breasts. This would be the baby sitter.
Jimmy had got the call earlier that day. Her name was Emily, the agency had told him. A popular girl of Japanese / American parentage. She had sat for many couples in the neighbourhood and came highly recommended. Some of the guys at the office spoke very highly of her. But, even though he was expecting her, Jimmy didn't much feel like entertaining nineteen year old girls. Not until he opened the door and saw Emily in all her oriental beauty. She was stunning.
"Hi," she giggled, still half stoned as she stood on the porch her high heels. "You must be Jimmy, right?"
Jimmy smiled weakly.
"Um, yeah," he replied, strangely nervous. "Emily?"
She nodded and flashed a cheeky smile.
"Yes. I'm from the agency. You're expecting me?"
Jimmy nodded. He took a side wards step and gestured for Emily to step inside.
"Please, come in."
He followed her with his eyes as she tottered into the house. He watched the tight cheeks of her ass roll in hot pants and tightened the belt of his gown as a safety measure.
"God damn," he whispered to himself. He shut the door and followed Emily inside.
She was looking around the lounge, handling some porcelain items from above the fireplace.
"Please be careful with those," Jimmy asked. "They're quite expensive."