A Test For Natalie

I got up with a perfect test for Natalie, so i went to her bedroom and found a note taped to her door.

“Graham
I don’t know why did what you did, but congratulation I’m too sore to let any guy fuck
me anytime soon!
Natalie”

Well at least Natalie isn’t lying to me, but at the same time I began wondering if she remembers why she’s being made to do what I want. Grabbing my phone I sent Natalie a text message that would tell me everything.

“Natalie
Like I care about if you’re sore! Be at Dave Smythe’s place at four PM, Number 6.
Warren Drive. Wear something practical and easily removed. Nothing underneath
and ready to please me!
Graham”

Then I went to work, knowing that even if she received the text immediately, responding would be the last thing she did. The day passed with no reply from Natalie, so I made my way to Dave’s, got naked and sat in a chair waiting to see if Natalie actually showed up. I checked my watch, three fifty-nine and fifty-five seconds when the knock came to the front door.

I called out, since I didn’t expect anyone else, “It’s open, come on in and lock the door behind you!”

Then the knob turned, a crack appeared followed by a growing bean of sunlight. Then it was blocked as she came into the room. The door closed behind her and I heard the lock being engaged. I watch as she moved to the end of the couch and stood there glaring at me

She was dressed in a sun dress with red berries all over it with a pair of open toe heels on, Her breasts half exposed, her hair hanging down to her waist and her legs crossed right behind her left.

“Well what are you waiting for, an invitation?”

Natalie came over to where I was sitting, raising the hem of her sun dress as she straddled my crotch, sitting down on the bulge in my pants

Natalie was looking pissed at me, “Happy you fucking bastard?”

“Not yet but the afternoon is still young!”