29-year old Jonny had just finished wiping down the benches in his kitchen when the doorbell rang. He sighed audibly, wiped his hands dry on a towel and wandered through his house to the door. It wasn't his fault he would have to answer the door in just his boxers and trackies – that was the fault of whoever was ringing the doorbell at the ridiculous time of half ten in the morning. Just after he'd finished his breakfast too! He opened the door, just as the girl on the doorstep was turning away.
"Excuse me?" Jonny called after her.
She turned back around, and laughed. The smile lit up her rather average face, giving it a much more interesting and attractive look. He knew instantly that this girl was very bubbly and outgoing.
"Hi there. I'm Natasha, and I was wondering if you had the time to answer some quick questions?"
"Sure. Come on in," he replied, and motioned behind him. She stepped lightly into his house, and slipped off her shoes as she noticed that all of his shoes were neatly lined up, and he was barefoot. Jonny noticed how short she was compared to him, nearly a foot shorted than his 6 ft 1 frame. He was surprised at her calmness about coming into his home, and even how comfortable she was taking off her shoes before he had invited her to. He led her into the kitchen, hearing her feet padding softly on the floor behind him, and gestured for her to sit at the table in the corner. As he sat down next to her, the morning light flooded into the room, and he began to notice her appearance for the first time. She had mid-length blonde brown hair, and was neither thin, nor fat, but instead wonderfully curvy, with full breasts, and a tiny waist. Her white top made her look casual, and the mid-thigh length skirt and tights accentuated her shapely legs.
"So what's the first question?"
"Okay, the first three are simple: gender, age, location," she replied. As she spoke, Jonny realised that simply the sight of her was arousing him, especially her legs encased in the black tights.
"Male, 29, Reading," he intoned, in a vaguely bored voice. He no longer cared about the survey (not that he was sure he ever had) but was more intrigued by the girl sitting at his table. She smiled at him. Jonny smiled back – her innocence was obvious. He could feel his cock hardening in his boxers, at the sight of her sitting there. He had to touch her, but knew it was too soon for that yet.
"What's the next question?" he asked.
"Well the survey is actually about your shopping habits," she giggled a little, "and where you mostly shop. So which towns do you mostly shop in?"