Find her again

You could not believe your luck. A girl you've had your eye on has your same fetish. Better yet, she seems to be submissive about it too. The only problem was she had no way of knowing that you knew, and you had no way of finding her now... Unless... You look at her forgotten backpack. Could it be so easy?

You rummage through it a bit more and mere moments later you find a key with a tag in the front pocket. This tag not only tells you Charity's address, but it also has a phone number as well.

"This seems like a really bad security idea..." You say to yourself, looking the key over. Having an address on a key to your house was a terrible idea and a receipt for being robbed. Luckily it was only a pervert who found this bag and not someone with more malicious intentions.

'Would it be creepy if I just showed up at her house, confronting her with her fantasies?' You think, trying to take a moment and think this through.

However, your thoughts are interrupted as you remember the exotic story she wrote. Nah, she wants this. More pressingly, you want this. The idea of Charity becoming your girlfriend was wonderful. The thought of her becoming your girlfriend with enforced nudity with you in control? That was the stuff of Fantasy land and clouded your judgment.

And so, not daring to think about it anymore and risk chickening out, you type her address into your phone and smile. It was not a long walk at all. She lived so close to this library in fact, you wondered if she ever fantasized about being exposed here. Undoubtedly so, a freaky pervert like her. You remember how visibly hard her nipples were as she was writing here, even under her sweater. Barely five minutes later, you were outside of a tall brick building, four stories tall, and a glass front door, through which a small lobby could be seen. Nothing especially fancy, but it told you Charity lived in an apartment building. You bring the key out and sheepishly unlock the front door, hoping you don't look too out of place to any onlookers.

To your relief, the key went into the door with no problems, and you were in the lobby. Excitement flooded you as you realized this was happening. If things go well, you may end today with a sexy girlfriend. Your cock woke up a little at the thought. However, this excitement faded quickly as you realized that you didn't know which apartment was Charity's. Steeling yourself, you **** yourself to painstakingly go to each door and knock, embarrassing yourself with each cringy encounter as people you didn't know answered the door and you had to ask them if Charity lived there.

It wasn't until the third floor, right when you were about to give up, that you knocked on Apartment 34 the door was cracked open and there was a familiar fluff of Reddish Orange hair. A woman stood there, staring at you with curious eyes.

"Yes? Can I help you?" She asked politely.

You didn't hear her. You were far too busy looking at her. Like Charity, she was busty, and on the shorter side. Her skin was pale and contrasted with her warmly coloured hair. She was near replica of Charity. You might've guessed her sister, maybe older, but some subtle wrinkles and laugh lines around her mouth told you she was without a doubt Charity's mother. The apple did not fall far from the tree in terms of beauty at all. In fact-

"Hello?"

Her voice snapped you out of it. She was staring at you, halfway behind the door and keeping it mostly shut.

"Uhh.... H-Hello. Umm... I-I was wondering if... Ch-charity lived here?"

She seemingly relaxed the slightest bit now that you seemingly had a purpose here. "Yes. Who are you?"

"I know her from school." You say vaguely, not wanting to say anything about her bag in case her mom just took it to Charity herself and not letting you talk to her. "I was hoping to speak with her about something"

Charity's mom nodded. "Good timing. She's only just gotten home. I'll get her."

The door shut, leaving you standing awkwardly in this apartment hallway. Luckily not for long as the door opened and there stood Charity, not knowing that you knew her dirty desires. You looked into her eyes and smiled.