When the doorbell ran at seven-thirty, she was ready. Virginia buzzed back and then quickly went to the mirror to check her appearance. They were going to see a play and she'd dressed up for it. She was wearing a simply-cut dress that ended just above her nude-stocking knees. The collar was high, but the material of the dress clung to her when she moved. She was, as always, braless beneath it, and her tits shifted eloquently within the fabric.
She turned and twisted her neck to check the rear view and saw that the lithe, firm cheeks of her ass were nicely outlined by the material. She could just barely make out the line of her panties her sole undergarment beneath the clinging fabric. The tiny triangular lines of the panties emphasized the tight, molded shapeliness of her butt.
She checked and patted a stray strand of her bright-red hair back into place. She was wearing it long and flowing, a brilliant cascade over the shoulders of the dress, framing her lovely face.
She looked good and she knew it. There was a knock at the door.
"Who is it?"
"Jeff from Fun-Mate."
His voice had sounded good on the phone, deep and manly and virile and sensual. It sounded even better through the door.
She went to the door and peeked through the peep-hole, but couldn't make anything out. For one thing, he was too tall to be visible that way. For another, the hallway was dimly lit. For a third, the lens of the peep-hole was warped. She unbolted, unchained and unlocked the door and opened it wide and gracefully. All right!He was a good three or four inches taller than she was, and well, if simply dressed. She liked that. He wore a mild scent, definitely masculine. That he was slender and feline in his movements only impressed her the more. And that he was unquestionably, utterly handsome in a totally masculine sense only put the icing on the cake, as far as Virginia was concerned.
"Virginia?" he asked.
"None other. Come on in." She stood to one side and he stepped into the apartment, then stopped and turned to face her.
"You're beautiful," he said simply.
"You're pretty good-looking yourself, Jeff. Are we supposed to compare notes on the questionnaires now, or what?"
"It's be more fun to simply find out as we went along, I think," he answered. He glanced around.
"Nice place.
"Listen, I don't want to be a turd, but isn't that play supposed to start"He looked at his watch.
"You're fight. We better get going."
Jeff was a perfect escort. He held all the doors for her, lit her cigarettes for her, took her coat at the theater and held it on his lap. The show was very good, and the little restaurant at which they ate afterward was charming.
Then they got back to her place.
"Come on in for a drink," she said in the hall of her building. I had a terrific time and I want to give you the grand tour of my mansorial abode."
"Your what?" he asked, his eyes following the movements of her hips and ass through her coat as she preceded him up the stairs.
"My apartment," she said.
"That closet where I live."She gave him the tour as promised and it lasted all of three minutes. Then she sat him on the sofa and went into the kitchenette to make the drinks.
A moment later, she leaned her head into the living room.
"Could you give me a hand?" she asked."I can't get the cork out of the bottle.
"Sure."
He stood and strode into the kitchen. It was a small kitchen and they were cramped together. Virginia stood to one side to let him over to the little butcher-block counter, forcing him to wedge past her. In the process, her tits pressed against his chest.
"I should have gotten out of the way first," she said, meaning it about half as sincerely as she sounded.
"I wouldn't have missed this for the world," Jeff answered, stopping where he was and looking down into her face. His hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer, and Virginia leaned her head back for the kiss. He didn't come close to her mouth; he went straight for the lovely line of her throat.
His lips pressed against her soft flesh, opened, and he let his teeth nibble lightly. The touch was almost tickling, but Virginia felt a thrill of sensuality course through her amply curved body. Almost without thinking, she brought her hands up to the back of his head and ran her fingers through his thick hair, pulling his moving mouth more tightly to her.
He worked his mouth up higher, to her ear, and nipped the delicate lobe. It had been a long time since a man had attended to that particular erogenous zone, and Virginia had all but forgotten it.
He reminded her with a vengeance. She sighed deeply as she felt his tongue flickering out to explore the convolutions of her ear. His hot, moist breath was superheating her passions, sending shock waves of pleasure and arousal rushing through her curvaceous form. Her hips pushed forward without conscious direction and she could quite clearly feel the rigid meat of his hard cock against her belly. He bent again, letting his mouth once more follow the line of her neck, but this time went down to the sensitive bridge of muscular flesh between her neck and shoulders. He caught it between his even teeth, biting lightly. Virginiashuddered at the surprise of pleasure from the toothy caress. She'd finally found a guy who knew what he was doing, she thought elatedly. Jeff's hands had reached down and Virginia could feel him gripping the ripe, full flesh of her ass through her dress and panties. He was grinding her pelvis forward so that her cunt-mound was pressed against the hard column of his thigh. Her panties began to tighten between her legs, and Virginia realized that he was holding and puffing them through her dress and she could easily figure out his purpose.
Tugging her panties that way made the material rub softly between the swelling lips of her pussy and against the stiffened nubbin of her clitoris. The sensations cascading through her weren't the mildly pleasurable ones of a few moments before but sheer, unadulterated lust. Her clitoris was being massaged by the smooth nylon of her panties, and Virginia had all she could do to keep her legs beneath her as her cunt gushed its lubricants. He pushed her back then, removing his hands from her ass and sliding them to her waist. Virginia thought she was going to scream with want as she felt his fingers moving higher over her stomach andribs until they were pressing the outer, nerve covered swells of her smooth tits through the dress. He pulled back from her, and she opened her eyes to find him looking down into hers. He was smiling faintly, but she didn't give a good damn if it was a smile of conquest, or a smile of amusement at her excitement, or a smile of arousal. She just wanted him to keep at it.
"Come on, Virginia," he said softly, "let's make it."
"Yes!" she breathed huskily, unable to say more.