Lara s intuition had told her the smart thing to do was to show up at Jimmy's. She was going to tell him exactly what she thought about the letter he'd sent her. She rode her motorcycle to his home, a nice little suburban brick-house. She wore a black short leather jacket and a pair of jeans, underneath it a white top. After checking the letter to see if this really was the right adress she rang the doorbell.
Jimmy opened the door, looking a lot like the last time she had seen him, except his stomach was a little bigger. Lara struggled to find the right words, feeling somewhat guilty because of his pathetic frame.
«Ah, hello Lara, nice to see you again. I thought you'd might come over», his voice was extremely confident. He was clearly and unashamed staring at Lara's tits, she got a little uneasy by the attention. He was obviously a bit disappointed by her attire.
«Look, Jimmy...» she stuttered. «No need to be nervous», he said, «you know me. Let's get inside!»
He motioned her through the door, Lara went past him and felt his hand brush by her ass. Instantly she felt a tingle in her body.
The house interior was ordinary middle-class English. Lara and Jimmy sat down in a sofa and Jimmy immediately put his hand over Lara's shoulders. Lara's anger was now completely replaced by a feeling of awkwardness over the situation. Jimmy slowly started to rub the side of her neck.
«You want to take another photgraph?» he asked flirtatiously. Lara's mind wandered to their previous encounter, her cheeks went slightly red.
«No...» she started, but Jimmy interrupted her again. «Of course, we're done with that now, we should rather get to business heh-heh». Lara was about to speak up when she felt his other hand slide under her jacket, her whole body was tingling now. Oh my God, what kind of slut am I, she thought.
«Maybe you should take that off,» said Jimmy, carressing her back. |