Earlier that evening

Robert's doorbell rang, opening the door he sees her 34-23-34, 32B cup 5'5" 137 pound, brown eyes staring at him. She has all the qualities he's ever wanted in a woman....intelligence, kindness, beauty, elegance, sophistication, humor, and a hot body worth fucking....like he'd be that lucky to fornicate with her.

"You going to invite me in, it's pouring out here" she asks twirling her gum, Emma looks like a drowned rat her clothes are soaking wet, "yeah sure....sorry come in Emma". Doing so he sees her white shirt clinging to her breasts, her nipples hardened from the cold rain poking through the flimsy material, the cloth hugging the outline of her taut slender toned abs.

Likewise Emma's tight and thoroughly drenched High Rise Capri Legging pants stick to her lower half hugging her legs, hips, and perfectly shaped buttocks making Robert hard. "Sorry to drop by unexpectedly but my car broke down and the cell service out here is terrible, then I remembered you live out here...looks like somebody wants to come out and play" seeing his raging boner.