It had been over three hours since we had been at the deli. I wasn’t hungry then, but with all the activity my stomach was grumbling. “You hungry?” I asked.
“Yes, I’m ravished.” She replied.
“Do you want a fancy dinner or something quick? I’m ready to drop and think a nice formal dinner would be nice. What do you think?” I queried.
“Formal would be nice, but you’re not going anywhere nice in that outfit.” She answered.
“What kind of formal wear do you have in your bags?” I asked. She said she had what she needed. I suggested we drop by my apartment so I could get dressed and she could change. She thought that was a good idea. I called my favorite restaurant and reserved a table. We had a little over an hour to get ready. I was ready for a couple of hours of quite time.
Bachelor pads have a bad reputation for being messy. Taking her home would reveal more to her about me, but I was comfortable with that. I was fairly neat and in anticipation that I might bring someone home I had already spruced up the place. Given her rules I wasn’t anticipating any intimate activity at this time, it was all part of the foreplay. I had a little surprise that I was eager to try out. I am into gadgets and technology and had the ability to call a number and activate any of several pre-set programs in my apartment that would set the light level and put on music. I made the call and initiated a program that would set the right mood. When we arrived at my apartment and I opened the door and brought her in, the lights were already set at low and one of my favorite sensuous jazz CD’s filled the apartment with a comforting, almost erotic ambiance. In addition, I had just installed a device that injected just the right amount of aroma into the room to fit the mood. Anjie’s reaction to the atmosphere was worth all the pre planning I had done. I closed the door and when I turned around she had tossed her bags aside and kicked off her shoes and embraced me with a hug, laying her head against my shoulder. I slipped my shoes off and wrapped my arms around her. We stood there swaying to the music. No talking, no groping, nothing but just holding and rocking back and forth. She was getting what she wanted and I let her soak as much in as she wanted. Although my mind was lost in fantasy of where this might all lead I said nothing and did nothing to break the spell that was cast.
We stood there for a long time and the longer we stood an urgency grew in my bladder. I had to pee. It became very distracting and she eventually asked if I was ok. I told her my problem and she giggled and said, “Go take care of it you silly.” The bathroom was through the bedroom and I raced there to relieve myself. When I came out of the bathroom she was standing in the bedroom with her bags in hand. “My turn.” She said with a smile and pushed past me into the bathroom and closed the door. While she was doing her thing I got out a nice outfit, one appropriate for where we were going but not overdressed. I wanted to be comfortable. As I was putting my socks on I heard a buzzing sound coming from the bathroom. It didn’t sound like a hair dryer or a toothbrush. Then I remembered the vibrator she had bought the first time I had seen her. I was very curious as to what she was doing. I had a small mirror in my drawer. I pulled it out kneeled down in front of the bathroom door. I carefully slipped the mirror under the door so I could see what she was doing. My heart was racing and I was having a hard time breathing normally and I was afraid she might hear me. She was sitting on the toilet facing the door and she was completely nude. Damn, her breasts were beautiful. Her legs were spread and she was working her pussy with the vibrator. Her eyes were closed and she was breathing through her mouth, her breathing ragged and her shoulders shaking. I just about shot my wad right there. This was too much. I carefully pulled the mirror out and backed away from the door. I stood up, put the mirror back in the drawer then walked to the bathroom door, took a couple of deep breaths to calm myself, and knocked. “Is everything ok in there?” I asked through the door.
I heard her whisper, “Oh shit.” And the vibrator turn off. “I…I’m fine. Give me….a…about 15 minutes.”
“Ok, I’m ready. I’ll just wait in the living room.” And I walked away from the door. Then I quietly stepped back to the door and listened. It sounded like she was frigging herself and she made little noises like she was trying to cum. I don’t know if she got there or not, but the noises stopped and it sounded like she had resumed getting herself ready. I wanted to pull my dick out and jack off right there, but I thought to myself, *keep in your pants for now buddy, you can do this. And when the time comes you can rub it in her face, that she was so horny that she couldn’t wait, but you did.*
When she emerged from the bedroom she had transformed. The dress was elegant and sexy. She had done something really nice to her hair and her make up transformed her into a glamorous model. Her perfume was intoxicating. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her and I said, “How about I just have you for dinner instead of going out.”
“Nuh uh uh” she said. “We’d better get going.” She walked over to the door and waited for me to open it for her.
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