I'm back! Apologies that it's been so long, I sort of felt burnt out writing smut and was focusing on my new job and stuff like that. I thought it would have been ideal to finish this one! Though, I decided that the final parts of this will be cut down to be used in other series, so the instead of 13 parts, there will be 10...
Before I begin however I would like to see what people think of this idea which I had whilst away. I know when reading people have an idea in their head to see what the characters look like, however if anyone reading this is interested in seeing what my vision for the women in the series are, I could link an album in the comments! If you would like to see that then feel free to message me or post a comment telling me what you think of this idea! Now onto part 8 :)
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Olivia looked at herself in the mirror, applying the last of her make up giving a rosy blush to her cheeks. Her hair was wrapped up in a soft towel of a deep red colour; washing it before she gave herself the hard task of painting her face to make herself look even better than her natural beauty radiated. At first, she thought only a small dab of makeup and some casual clothing would have been enough for this 'Friend Date' which George worded. However, after a while she knew in herself that she wasn't interested in being friends with this man, she liked him...a lot. Her heart skipped as she thought of him, being alone with him all evening...no work to keep them from having a good time with each other. She had decided on an outfit, something which would turn heads. She blushed and smiled, looking back on her bed through the mirror which housed the outfit. She would never have worn anything like it on a normal date, but she wanted to intentionally catch eyes; something she had never wanted to do in the past.
George was in a similar situation. He looked at his watch which read 6:30PM. He had already dressed up in a nice black shirt and jeans combo, the aforementioned watch with a thin brown strap located on his left wrist. He had taken an extended shower and ended up using a bottle of cologne which he had never used in his life. He hated the smell, but Alexa assured him that he smelt good, before she left the apartment for god knows what. Much like Olivia he was feeling emotions of nervousness and excitement, he too was happy that there would not be anyone around to make things awkward or to embarrass her, which to him seemed common given her shy nature at times. He took a deep breath to try and calm his racing heart before he moved to exit apartment 5-D.
With her hair now the way she liked; Olivia observed herself. She still had not changed into her outfit, nor sprayed herself with her favourite perfume. She only had on a bright red bra, specially made for her rather huge bust, paired with panties of the same colour, simple, yet effective. She turned to the bed and picked up a pair of black stockings, soft and smooth to the touch, the partially transparent nylon reflected the light. Smiling to herself she began to try them on; the fabric of the stockings clung to her legs, straining more as she pulled them over her thick thighs and ass. She examined them in the mirror, lightly rubbing her fingers up and down her now covered thighs. She liked the feeling of the fabric on her fingers, how they smoothly slid up and down her legs. She looked to the bed again and picked up her white dress. The stretchy material was ideal to make sure her curves where showing, and that her E cups where not spilling out of her top.
"Here goes nothing..." She muttered to herself as she slipped the dress over her head and down her body, adjusting it when she pulled it down her chest and over her hips. Once the task was complete, she examined herself intently, turning to her side to see if her butt looked too big in the dress. She spun back to face the glass head on, noticing how even though the material was made for stretching, she could still feel that it was having difficulty fitting her breasts in. Her cleavage was deep and would surely turn heads...maybe too many heads. She pulled the skirt of the dress down slightly, feeling that it was too low cut for her, she showed more thigh than she wanted. She huffed to herself and took the leather jacket from the bed and slipped it on around her. She was unable to zip it up, she had this issue in the past where the zipped could never get over her boobs.
Still, even though it possibly showed too much for her liking, and the fact that she only wanted her date to see what she wanted to show rather than anyone who walked past her, she still liked it. Olivia, now almost ready, moved to her table once more and pulled out a small glass bottle. It was in the shape of a large blooming flower, and was half filled with a pink liquid. It was titled 'Passion'. Olivia's favourite smell, she snatched the bottle and sprayed it on her wrists, then two quick puffs on both sides of her neck. Quickly the smell entered her nose; she smiled to herself and remembered all the times she wore this out when she was younger, before responsibilities and managing a whole bar by herself.
There was a loud knock on the door. Olivia jumped out of her skin and frantically looked at a digital clock on her bedside table. Her expression changed to horror as the clock read 7:05PM. She cursed to herself quietly as she fumbled with the perfume, her hands shaking. She walked out of her bedroom and into the small living space, with only a small sofa and a television which her parents got for her birthday when she first moved in. Even the kitchen was small, barely enough room to fit two people. Olivia approached the door and gave herself one last look over, pulling her skirt down again to try to cover more thigh before opening the door.
George smiled and greeted her happily, scanning her up and down, liking what he was seeing. Olivia did the same, blushing heavily as she smelt his cologne. He leant in to give her a formal kiss on the cheek. She gasped and accepted it, her pupils dilating and lip quivering as she felt the side of his lip press onto her cheek. She backed off slowly and looked to the floor.
"I-I-I'm not ready yet, can you give me a second?" She asked looking up into his eyes. George nodded and gave a casual
"Sure. Take all the time you need." Olivia giggled nervously and backed away from him quickly, her heels clopping on the wooden floor.
"I know it's not much, but make yourself at home!" She smiled and backed into the bedroom door, embarrassingly hitting her back firmly onto it before sliding back into her room, slamming it hard. She rested her back on the white wooden door. She held her burning cheeks and closed her eyes, thinking to herself.
'God, he looks cute...focus Livvy, just need to apply the finishing touches.'
'Fuck she looks good...' George muttered as he looked around the room. He thought it looked cosy, while his room was designed for two people, this was surely only fit for a single person. He would have loved to live here. Eventually he sat on the sofa and rested his head on the back pillow. He could still smell her lingering perfume around the room, it made his heart rate increase even more than it was when he was taking the long walk over here. After a few minutes the bedroom door opened and Olivia emerged, stepping out with a small black purse hooked over one shoulder. She had donned a shiny silver necklace of a swan and small earrings of the same metal; she had made sure to show them off as she met him by brushing her hair on one side behind her ear. George stood and approached her, both seemingly nervous.
"So where are you taking me tonight?" She asked. George blushed as he noticed she had applied lip gloss between opening the door for him and going into her room.
"Well, I thought that a bar would be a bad idea. Seeing as we both work at one." He chucked and was met with a cute laugh from his date.
"Good idea, I would have been disappointed if you were trying to get me drunk." She smiled pulled at her dress nervously.
