Angelica
I think, I've had one too many tonight. My head is reeling and all I can do is pray that I reach home in one piece. Well, since the date went badly, I did need something to cheer up. And those young men at the bar were not too bad. But now, it's back to the bed.
I don't remember, if I saw Mrs. Willis tonight. I do recall seeing her husband though (I should, remember him of course, he opened the door for me after all). Well, needless to say, I've again lost my key again. The Willis's lived across the hall from me. Since I have this habit of misplacing my keys, I leave a spare set with them for just such emergencies.
I thank Mr. Willis and close the door behind me (now did I do that?). Off go the sandals, and the stockings follow suit. I pour myself a large shot of vodka and then slip out of the skirt, as I spill some on it. Ahhh that feels so much more comfortable and freer. I down the drink in one gulp and head to the bedroom.
I stop as I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Umm not bad, not bad at all for 25yr. old. I stand about 5'3" in my stockings maybe 100 lbs, dark brown hair, bright eyes, dimples in my cheeks, perky handful sized breasts and an ass you could rest your head on. I am a pretty girl, even if I say so myself. I have a beautiful face, soft features and full lips. Add to that some nice boobs, and nice hips and ass, and then I am neither slender nor pudgy. On the whole, a very nice package. (So why is it that I am alone on a Friday night?) I mix myself another drink and head to the shower. After all that alcohol down my system I do need to get my head cleared up.
As I stand in the shower, water running down my body, the lights go off. (Damn, did I remember to pay the electricity bill?). I reach out for the towel, it's not there. I step out of the bathroom, hoping I can find the torch or the matches, water dripping down my naked body (Well who is here to see me anyway). I reach the bed, (To hell with the lights, can deal with it in morning when I am sober.) all I want to do now is crash, that's precisely what I do.
Gary
Hmmm, so the slut has been partying again. It really is the outside of enough, the way she rings our bell at all odd hours, asking for her spare keys. (I wonder why Mary even tolerates her, let alone encourage her like this). And look at those "Fuck Me" clothes. They reveal more than they cover, the almost see through skirt, the blink and you miss it tank top. Hell her hair cover more of her breasts than that top. She really does need to be taught a lesson. (God, I need to fuck that bitch right now, actually why not?)
I walk across the hallway and enter her flat. I can see her clothes and sandals and the glasses of drink strewn all across the floor. I hear the sound of the running water. So she's in the shower. (I wish I could have seen her take that shower, just to see that gorgeous body all soapy and wet.) All the apartments in this particular building were built on the same plan. I went to the mains and switched them off. It took me a second to get his bearings right, and then I was in the bedroom.
There she is, my sleeping beauty hair pushed to a side, so I can see her face. She lay on her side dreaming. I can see the curve of her body under the covers and thought how nice it was going to be to ravish that body until I released my tension.
I slide my hand up and down over her tight tummy, she shifted a bit in the bed. I can see goose bumps where my hand had been, she must have liked it and her body was responding to my touch. I cupped her tit in my hand. Just the right size, I take a thumb and flick it over her nipple which makes her moan a bit and the nipple grow. I take her hand and cup it around my 10" cock, and slowly moved it along the shaft. I sweat in anticipation of what I would do next.