The bag of black clothes

You grab the bag nearest to you, slam the boot shut and hurry back into the house out of the pouring rain. The storm seems to be getting worse.

You carry the bag up the narrow staircase towards the bathroom door.

'Your clothes are just here Jordan, I'll leave them outside the door' you car.

Jordan yells a thanks from inside and you decide to go downstairs and light the fire. The storm is getting noisier outside with claps of thunder sounding in the distance.

By the time you have lit the fire the storm has drawn nearer and lightning is visible out of the window.

Jordan shouts from upstairs. 'Bloody Hell! did you hear that?' after the thunder cracks. At that moment all the electricity cuts off and the room is now only lit by the fire.

'Are you okay?' you shout up to Jordan.

You hear Jordan walking down the stairs and slowly comes into view.

'Yeah I reckon I'll live, bloody dark though innit?' she says, 'well what do you think, am I decent enuff?'

Youre pretty speechless as Jordan descends the remaining stairs, she is wearing black thigh high leather boots with a four inch heel, a black g-string and a cropped black leather jacket that clings skintight to her torso. Even in the firelight it's obvious that her body is perfect, her thighs tanned, smoothe and firm and her stomach flat. Her huge breasts dominate her upper body and appear to be ready to burst out of the jacket. She gives you a cheeky smirk as you stand there gaping.

'Well you picked it out sunshine, surprised you didnt go for the nurses outfit meself, but then what would I know Im only from venus'.

'R-r-really' you stutter, 'I mean I didnt really look, but um, yeah you look fine, decent'.

Jordan smiles 'Blimey, youre a righ charmer aintcha. So what did you av planned for tonight then? I've got some charlie if you fancy?' She holds out a small bag of powder.

'Or else we can play Scrabble I s'pose'