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Chapter 2
“Knock, knock!” she playfully exclaims as she taps on the door. I set my glass down on the nearby coffee table before crossing the room to answer the door. I don’t bother to look through the peephole to steal a glance; I want the full surprise view. As I open the door, I get it.

My eyes instantaneously shoot from bottom to top. Her black 4-inch heels elegantly mold to her dainty feet. Her long slim tanned legs rise from her ankles up her knees until they disappear midway past her thigh under a skin-hugging little black dress. The dress spreads upwards following the curve of her thighs and hips and then inwards at the waist, forming a perfect apple bottom. Her hands hold onto her hips by the side, slim and feminine, nails coloured pink, shiny rings on two fingers. The hips connect to a thin waist that accentuates her hourglass figure. The lines of the dress continue up under her bosom, her round breasts stretching out the fabric as the cloth struggles to hold in the roundness of her chest. The dress’s V-shape low-cut front reveals a deep cleavage that peeks from behind the soft fabric and beckons me. Her neck is strong for a girl her size, and I can almost feel her pulse through the exposed skin. Her face is as beautiful as they come, with deep set eyes and sharp feminine features, a classy smile of white teeth, blushed cheeks, and straight shoulder-length dark hair, ruffled just enough to suggest a refined yet naughty personality.

They say that to ease anxiety, just picture the audience or person naked. I’m doing that intently right now, and I’m not even nervous. It helps all the same.

As she enters the room walking past me, she whispers a soft “Hello.” I take a deep breath of sweet perfume whose aroma courses through my body. I am instantly aroused, but I fight to keep down any physical display of that sexual excitement. I continue to scan her body from behind: the gentle swaying of her hips from side to side, her smooth and round ass void of panty lines, the open-back dress exposing her bare back drives my imagination wild.

“I could go for a glass of wine,” she hints aloud after I close the door behind us.

We’ve both settled our separate dinners for this occasion, differently from what we’ve done before. This time, we’re content with not having dinner together first and simply enjoying each other’s company over drinks. I serve her a glass of red wine, and with my glass, we step onto the balcony to take in the night scene. We reminisce about our past dates and point out the places we’ve been in the city. We sit down on the balcony lounge chairs, and I open a new bottle of wine, and we talk about happenings since our last date. We share funny stories about work, home, and friends. I open another bottle of wine, and we start to disclose intimate details about ourselves. The wine must be kicking in.