I was off work again, stressed out of my skull but truth be told, a little bored at home. There was a knock at the door, which was unusual without a buzz into our block. Moaning, I went towards the door and looked through the spyhole. It was Debbie from upstairs, obviously leaving for work, dressed in a tan rain coat. What now I wondered to myself. More roofing repairs to pay for, more issues with the stair cleaning. Should I open the door or just head back to the living room.
I sighed and opened the door.
"Oh Hi," I said trying to sound enthusiastic.
"Good morning, Ian," Debbie replied smiling. "I hope you don't mind me saying, but I noticed you were off work, feeling stressed and I thought I might try and cheer you up a bit."
As she said that she slipped her coat from her shoulders and let it slide to the floor to reveal a stunning black and red basque, black stockings (which I had failed to notice through the 'peephole') and what must have been 4" heels. I gazed at her for what was probably less than 5 seconds, but felt like an age. Debbie stood there with her short tinted hair, blue eyes, and pouty red lipgloss looking back at me.
"Wow," was the best comment I could manage.
Debbie had a full figure, and was probably in her mid-50s, but dressed up well, and had made herself up for this.
"You like??" she asked coyly,
"Fuck, yes" I responded.
"Well why don't you follow me up to my flat and let's see if we can destress you then?"
I grabbed my keys and closed the door behind me.
