Since I snuck into my neighbor Mr. Chapman's backyard and got caught naked in his pool, my life had been a roller coaster of experiences. Who knew meeting my hunky black neighbor would turn into a sexual Renaissance for me? Not that I'm complaining, it just caught me by surprise. Now that we had forged an actual relationship, one that we officially upgraded to labeling, I wanted to do something special for him.
One could argue that letting my two best friends tend to his insatiable cock a few weeks ago was pretty special, but that was kind of a fluke. A fun fluke, but a fluke nonetheless. I wanted to do something just for him that showed my appreciation for his affection and hopefully surprise him a little. Every guy enjoys seeing his gal in something sexy, so I thought it might be fun to buy some lingerie, walk over to his house, and pretend I was a call girl or a stripper or something.
Should be fun, right?
I went to the local sex shop called Sinful Secrets and picked out a silky black and green ensemble with intricate lace that contrasted sharply with my pale white skin. The green matched my eyes, so all in all I thought it was a solid decision. An adorable, and entirely too expensive, pair of green heels caught my eye and when the cute little Indian lady behind the counter said they were half off, I simply had to have them. She even threw in fishnet stockings because my purchase was over one-hundred and fifty dollars.
"Don't take this the wrong way, but have you ever considered using your 'assets' to make a little extra cash?" the woman behind the counter asked me.
"I'm not a stripper, if that's what you mean. This outfit is for my boyfriend."
"Oh, cute, he's gonna love it. But I meant something a little more... personal. Have you ever heard of a glory hole?"
Since I don't live under a rock, of course I had heard of a glory hole. I saw a few men loitering around a curtained off area to the back and wondered if she ran one. Not that I judge, I just wasn't interested. "Thanks, but I'll pass," I said.
"OK, no pressure. If you change your mind, let me know." She rang up my items and put everything in a discrete black bag for me. I knew I couldn't just walk over to my boyfriend's house in lingerie, so I stopped by the mall to look for something cute that was easy to take off, but still presentable to leave the house in. I found a black and green silk kimono that matched so perfectly with my lingerie that I couldn't resist. I wouldn't go to school in it, but I could go out for a short while and not look ridiculous.
I ran home, waited for my parents to fall asleep, and changed into my sexy new outfit that fit like a glove. I took some time to do my makeup, giving myself the smokiest of eyes and glossy lips, then tousled my hair a little so it looked like sexy bed head. After wrapping myself in my new kimono, which felt luxurious by the way, I left home and walked next door to my boyfriend's house. A couple walking their dog gave me a strange look on the way over.
My outfit was a little more risque than your typical club outfit, but not outrageously so. My kimono covered all the important bits, but showed off my legs and cleavage. The fact that I have a generous bust with heaping cleavage made everything I wore look more provocative, even a parka. Not my fault. The heels and fishnets were probably what made the ensemble border on slutty, but I'd seen much worse when I'd been out dancing. Besides, I felt sexy as hell, so I didn't much care.
I arrived on his doorstep and looked over my shoulder to make sure the couple that eyed me up were around the block before I untied the silk knot around my waist that kept the kimono closed. The soft fabric fell to either side of my body and exposed my curves packed into my new lingerie while still hiding my back from anyone walking by. When he opened that door, he'd get an eyeful I hoped he'd never forget. I knocked.
I placed my hand on my hip and puckered my lips a little, then tried to put on a sexy smirk. When I realized I couldn't smirk and pucker at the same time, I went back to the pucker. Then I felt like I was making a duck face and wished I had practiced in the mirror before I came over. The deadbolt clicked, and I switched from smirk to smile to duck face, finally deciding on a big smile as the door opened.
A broad shouldered black man who was
not
my boyfriend stared at me. "Yo Chap, some white girl is naked on your doorstep," he said over his shoulder. My eyes bulged, and I quickly wrapped my kimono around my body to cover up.
"Say what now?" I heard Mr. Chapman shout from the kitchen.
"Oh god, this is so embarrassing," I said as my face turned a couple different shades of red. My boyfriend, who I still called Mr. Chapman because he seemed to like the air of authority it gave him, poked his head out of the kitchen to look.
"Hailey?"
"Hey hon," I said with a meek wave, wanting nothing more than to crawl into a hole and die of embarrassment.
"Come in, come in," he said, walking over to me in the doorway. "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to surprise you," I said.
"For what? What's the occasion?"
"No occasion. It was supposed to just be a fun surprise."
"Aw, you're something else," he said with a smile.
"Wait,
this
is the girl you've been tellin' be about?" the broad-shouldered man who opened the door asked.
"Hailey, this is my friend Hotdog. Hotdog, this is my girl Hailey."
"Hotdog? Really?" I asked.
"Dion is fine, we don't need to go with Hotdog," Dion said.
"His first day on the job he choked on a street dog and I had to give him the Heimlich. He earned the nickname when I told everyone back at the precinct."
"C'mon man, you're gonna embarrass me in front of your girl like this?"
