“Will you be around later tonight?” asks Claire. “Sure,” you reply anticipating where this is going. “I’ll go get some more boxes from home and drop by with them tonight,” concludes Claire. That sounds like a great idea to you. “Sure,” you reply casually, trying to hide your pleasure.
“Okay, I’ll see you about 7pm.”
You spend the rest of the afternoon wondering exactly what Claire has in mind. Maybe she doesn’t know how much of her body she shows off or what effect it has on men, but you think she probably knows exactly what she’s doing. You wonder how far she will take things.
Seven o’clock comes and goes. As the minutes tick off the clock, you’re wondering if Claire forgot or changed her mind. The anticipation that had been building all day long starts to turn to anxiety. About twenty minutes past seven, you hear a knock on the door. You nearly rush across the apartment to answer it, but then compose yourself before opening the door.
Claire is standing outside holding a package of cookies in her hand. Gone is the revealing Girl Scout uniform, but in its place is a light, yellow sun dress. The top of the dress is tied with a thin ribbon behind her neck, with a cut which shows off a deep valley of cleavage. Another ribbon on her back ties the dress tight below her breasts, maximizing the shape of her full breasts. Your eyes follow the dress to the bottom where it hangs loosely between her hips and her knees.
“Hello,” Claire says to you with a grin on her face. “I brought your cookies over.”
“Come on in,” you say, inviting her in. As she walks in, you can see the bottom of her dress swish back and forth, revealing glimpses of her thighs.
“Since you didn’t say how many boxes you want, I brought a whole case,” Claire says. “Have you decided what you want?”
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