It's a Saturday night, and I'm running around my apartment trying to get ready for my date with Troy, my new boyfriend. Things are going really well, his calm and rational behavior a nice detour from the passionate, unsustainable fuck fest that was my last relationship. Troy is vanilla, but a girl needs vanilla every once in a while. He opens doors, slowly hits each base before slipping off my panties, and it's usually pretty nice.
I'm wearing a loose, flowing dress whose thin fabric clings to the supple curves of my body as if painted on in certain places. It's strapless, but the dark blue fabric covers my perky chest nicely, contrasting against my pale skin and drawing the eye to a hint of my busty cleavage. The skirt flutters against my bare thighs teasingly, and a little black thong covers my smooth shaven lips beneath. Long, dark brown curls spill over my shoulders, the thick locks teasing at bare skin.
I'm debating what shoes would be most sensible for the night when I hear my apartment door unlock and swing open. By the time I get over the initial freeze of surprise and cross my bedroom, the door has already shut and lock again.