Alexandra got home from her date feeling embarrassed. She could taste herself on her lips: sweet and mild. She could feel his fingers stretching her pussy. *Oh god, what did I do?*
She remembered how loud she was, no matter how hard she tried to stay quiet. Worried about who might have saw them, she considered if it was illegal. *Probably.* She shook her head.
Changing into a comfy set of pajamas, Alexandra was barely aware of her surroundings. She couldn't get the night out of her head. She was reliving each moment. Her hand slid into her cotton pants and found her throbbing pussy. Her thighs were still slick with her wetness.
She began circling her clit with her fingertip. Her body sunk back into the moment against the wall. The stimulation wasn't enough. Alexandra needed more of what Gideon had given her. She slid her two fingers into her cunt, trying to mimic what his expert hands did inside her. She pretended it was him, and humped her own hand greedily. This time she didn't stiffle her moans. "Mmm, mmm, mmmph, ungghh."
Alexandra's fingers weren't nearly as adept as Gideon's. She felt herself grow more desperate, humping her hand more vigorously. She remembered what he smelled like. The taste of his lips. His eyes watching her as she came.
To her surprise, her thoughts moved away from the fingering and turned the dinner. Something about the way he was commanding. How he made her wear pink. How he ordered her dinner. How she was still hungry. As the images flashed and repeated through her head, Alexandra couldn't hold back anymore. Humping her own hand, fingering herself, she came intensely, groaning aloud. She felt waves ripple through her body for a moment after. She lay still. Then, mimicking Gideon one more time, she licked her juices off her fingers. Without washing her hands, she fell asleep, satisfied and content.
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When Alexandra woke the next morning, she felt absolutely mortified. No longer in the fog of lust, she had serious regrets. Not just for letting this relative stranger violate her on a public street, or for enjoying it so much, but also for making herself cum at the thought of him dictating her night. *What the fuck was that about?*
She compulsively washed the stale smell of her pussy off her hands and got in the shower to cleanse the rest of her body. As the hot water flowed over her, Alexandra thoughts wandered.
*Gideon's only going to see me as a slut after last night. I can't see him again. I'm not looking for a fuckbuddy, I want more. There's no way he could take me seriously now. Do I even want to see Gideon again? Sure, he's sexy, interesting, seems genuinely nice, got a career, etc. The whole package. But that sexist bit. I don't know. He brought out something bad in me.*
By the time she stepped out of the shower, Alexandra decided definitively that she would not see Gideon again.
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Alexandra spent her Saturday, her one day off that week, doing laundry and watching trashy TV - her favourite way to relax. Every now again she'd remember the night before with shame and a tingle in her pussy.
The day passed by. Alexandra ordered in a burger and fries for dinner. *I'll re-start my diet tomorrow. Sides, I ate so well last night; I deserve this.*
Her phone buzzed. It was a text from Gideon. *Huh, didn't expect him to reach out so soon. Okay, do I ghost him or be direct?*
"Can't wait to see how good you'll look in my dress on Thursday."
*This again? The cockiness of it.* But Alexandra couldn't resist responding. She was too curious.
"Oh yeah? What dress is that?"
"You'll see. Make sure your nails are done. Neon pink would go best. Talk soon."
Alexandra fumed. *He is just so damn entitled. And mysterious. What the hell.* But she never told him she was uninterested or was not going to go out with him Thursday.
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Monday evening, while Alexandra was responding to the last of the emails, there was a knock at the door. She closed her laptop to answer it.
No one was there, but there was a package on the ground. She brought it inside and opened it.
The box contained a pair of shoes. They were Guess, 2" chunky heels, black, with a peakaboo toe. They were in her size.
Underneath the shoes, there was a handwritten note. "To wear with the dress - which you will pick up from the tailor's on Thursday at 6. I'll pick you up there. -G." A business card for the tailor's was also in the box.
Alexandra's stomach dropped. *How the hell does he know where I live.* Then she remembered the ride he ordered for her; she had to fill in her address. *That's how. What a creepy guy.*
Regardless of how she felt about Gideon, the shoes were cute. *And free!* Even if she could afford them on her own, it was novel and exciting to be treated like this by a man courting her.
She tried them on. They fit perfectly and were surprisingly comfortable for heels. She wore them around the house for the rest of the evening.
She felt conflicted about Gideon. Her privacy had been invaded. *Or was it?* She wasn't so sure. *The shoes were a classy touch. And what's with the dress and the tailor?* Alexandra's curiosity was piqued.
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As part of her new lease on life, Alexandra had scheduled a nail appointment for herself. Pre-pandemic, she used to always have long nails professionally painted in a variety of colours. She decided it was time to start that again. She had chosen a couple of designs in black and white she found online to show the nail tech.
When she got to the salon, she browsed through all the colour options. The neon pink popped out at her. She opened her phone to look at the designs she was considering. She looked back at the pink. *Ah fuck it.*
"Let's do this colour,* she told the tech of the neon pink swatch.
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It was Thursday afternoon and Gideon hadn't messaged since the weekend. Nor had her sent anymore packages. Alexandra was still on the fence about the date. *Sure, he's sexy but he doesn't get boundaries. I should probably leave it now before it gets any weirder.*
She caught sight of her neon pink nails. They were gorgeous. Then she looked at the new heels by the door. She wondered what awaited for her at the tailor's.
*Sigh.* She ended work a bit early and made her way to the address on the business card, despite her better judgement.
Shyly, Alexandra entered the tailor shop. She went up the counter and awkwardly mumbled to the cashier. "Um, I think I have an appointment for 6? Under Alexandra?"
The cashier looked through a book and looked up. "We don't have anything for Alexandra. Is it under Lexi?"
"Yes, that's me." Alexandra shook her head softly.
An older woman with measuring tapes hanging around her neck came out from behind a curtain. "Lexi, you come with me now. We make you look nice for sir." She spoke with an Eastern European accent.
She followed her to the back and the tailor closed the curtain behind her. "Undress," she ordered her.
