Dressed as a slutty catholic school girl, I knocked on the door. Jen’s father Ben answered the door with a surprised look and invited me in. My blonde hair was in pig tails tied with bright red bows that matched the bra underneath the white oxford dress shirt. The shirt was unbuttoned and tied at the bottom exposing my cleavage and navel. I found a dark plaid skirt and shortened it to just above my thighs. White knee stocking covered my calves and I wore clunky platform paten leather heels on my feet.
I applied tons of eye liner and dark shiny lip stick and nail polish to pull off the whore look. I was supposed to meet Jen and drive up to a Halloween party. I don’t think he expect me to look like I did. Her Dad explained that she was going to be late due to some kind of crisis at work. He handed the phone to me and I dialed her work number. Jen said that she would be at least an hour and had tried to call to let me know but I had already left for her house. Jen lived in the apartment above her Fathers house to save money while she was going to school.
I had always been attracted to Jen’s Dad, he was very rugged with graying hair and smiling blue eyes. We sat in the living room and talked while I waited for Jen. Her Mom had left him five years ago running off with her business partner. He offered me dinner that he had been cooking and we moved into the kitchen. I sat at the breakfast bar while he finished cooking.
I got up and pulled silverware and plates out to set the table. I dropped a fork and bent to pick it up when I noticed Ben staring at me. I had forgotten about the thong panties I was wearing and he had a clear view of them as I bent over. I stood and his face went four shades of red as he apologized. I told him it was OK and that I didn’t expect any less considering the way I was dressed. He laughed and agreed. I also told him that just because he was twenty-five years older didn’t mean he couldn’t find me attractive and added that I had always had a crush on him. He blushed again and I took his hand in mine.
"When was the last time you went out on a date?" I asked
"Three months ago." he replied.
"You need to get out more and have some fun, get wild, get laid." I told him.
"Laid?" he stammered blushing again. " It’s hard enough meeting women let alone have a relationship."