Out at a bar, I started chatting up a cute woman, about 30 years old – brown hair, small chested but an ass to die for. She wore a close fitting top that didn’t hide either her small breasts or medium build, but I liked her confidence. She didn’t look sexy as much as she *exuded* sexy. Her skirt was short and loose and clingy enough that I could tell she had either a g-string or nothing.
One thing leads to another and she asks if I can give her a lift home, as she came with a friend. She had me park and invited me up to her apartment.
After getting up there she went into her room for a few minutes – I thought she was getting changed, but when she came out she had the same outfit on, heels and everything. She made us both rum and cokes, and we sat around, a sense of anticipation building, as we chatted to one another, flirting, talking politics and sex in vague but suggestive terms.