Linda calls and gives you directions soon after you get home, and you arrive at her place at 6:30, once again foregoing the AXE, but keeping the can handy in your jacket pocket. The apartment door is ajar when you arrive, but you knock anyway, announcing "It's John !"
"C'mon in! I'm almost ready!" replies Linda's voice from a back room.
You have a seat on the sectional. It's a far more spaceous apartment than Tami's. You wonder if this might have been Linda's parents' place, or whether she's divorced. Across from the sectional, the wall is covered with mirror panels. "Very '70s... 'wakka chikka'" you think, as you watch yourself wait.
"Sorry to keep you waiting." As Linda enters the room your eyes are first drawn to her long, tanned legs, gorgeously displayed between high-heel thongs and a strikingly high black leather skirt. Her top is a white blouse, tied in the front instead of buttoned, leaving her tanned, toned midriff bare and showing off some tan-lined cleavage. You gape for a minute, shifting in your seat to give your stirring cock some room.
"You like the outfit?" she asks, turning gracefully as she moves in front of you. "You were kind of the inspiration."
"Was I?" you manage, your eyes drinking her in. "It looks a little chilly for tonight's weather."
"Really? I was hoping you'd think it looked hot..." she continues to pose in front of you, turning, rolling her hips, and pouting, with her striking blue eyes locked on you.
Your hand strays to your crotch, and she steps closer, smiling oh-so-wickedly. "Can you help me keep warm?" she purrs, before turning away -- ass at the level of your face -- and slowly lifting the edge of her skirt.
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