Yes

You're about to decline but then change your mind. You have some curiosity to see what her place looks like.

"Sure, that would be great," you say, and she beams with delight.

You park and walk around the car to open her door, she scrambles out, her dress riding well up her legs, giving you a quick view of her pussy before she gets to her feet. The rain has let up a bit, but you're still well-spattered with rain before you get to the front door of the building.

"We're on the second floor, no elevator I'm afraid."

"We?"

"Oh of course you didn't know. I have a roommate. She's not home tonight though. She has a date." You follow her up the stairs, getting another look at her ass as it sways before you. You realize she hasn't pulled her dress completely down and you can still glimpse her pussy. You shake your head, smiling at how obvious she is.

"It's this one," she says, fumbling with her key and opening the door. The lights are on in the apartment, and some soft music is playing.

"Elena?" Meghan calls, surprised. "Are you home?"

"Yeah," a dulcet Latina voice answers. "Bastard stood me up for another woman. Went home to his wife, the prick."