Can’t argue with that logic!

Before getting to the fun stuff, I decide to do a little “research” first. So, I ask her, “Well, why did you listen to me?”

She shakes her head, “What do you mean?”

“I mean,” I respond. “I’m a total stranger to you but for some reason, you canceled your date and came here, just because I asked you to.”

“Ugh, I don’t know!” She answers. “I’ve been asking myself the same question… for some fucking reason, once we matched, a message popped up on my phone saying I have to do whatever you say. And, for some reason… I knew it was true. It sucks. It’s bullshit. I don’t understand it but yeah, my night and possibly my life is ruined because some horny dude can tell me what to do now.”

“Whoa,” I reply, “who says I’m horny?”

She rolls her eyes, “You’re a man on a dating app. And you have a very obvious boner right now.”

Well, I am horny and I do have a boner. But I take issue with that first sentence. I was on the apps to find a relationship! I mean, yeah I wouldn’t mind some casual hookups here and there but... eh, fuck it. Yes, I am horny and there is a perfectly serviceable girl in front of me claiming she’ll do whatever I say.

“Take off your clothes,” I say.

“See!” she replies. Then her expression drops from viscous to sort of nervous and shy when it hits her that, yes… this is really happening.

“I-”, she says, “I don’t even know you. Can’t we… at least, talk first?”

“Like you said,” I answer. “I’m horny.”

“Ugh!” she stomps her foot. Then, gets to work. First, she takes off the denim jacket and throws it to the ground angrily.

After that, she kicks off her shoes. Then, the fun begins as she pulls her shirt up over her head. Like I said before, she is slightly chubby so not much to look at above her waist and below her tits. But chubby or not, her tits were not bad. Not bad at all.

They were at least C-cups and were encased in a pretty plain black bra. The more revealed her body becomes, the more she reverts to the shy Binita that walked through the door. And by the time she’s dressed in only her bra, panties, and socks... her anger is seemingly replaced by embarrassment and she’s reduced to a bundle of nerves.

Well, I assume she’s still angry... I mean, if the situation were reversed and some random chick made me strip so we could have casual sex... I’d be pretty pissed. Wait... What am I saying? I’d be very much okay with that. See Binita?? What’s the big deal!?

She pulls off the socks and then hesitates. Her hands shake as she reaches behind her back to remove the bra.

“Greg?” she asks.

“Yeah?” I reply.

“I’m…” she says. “Sorry if I upset you before… but can we... please take it slow? I’m really not ready for this…”

I won’t lie. Hearing that does make me feel a little bad. Bad enough so I don’t say anything mean in reply. But… not bad enough that I tell her to stop. So, I simply stare.

When I don’t reply, she continues and soon, her bra joins the growing pile below her. And suddenly, her plump brown boobs with their dark areolas come into view.

Then, after another moment’s hesitation, her panties fall and she is fully exposed. Her pussy is trimmed and pretty well-kempt (though I prefer totally hairless). Then, she takes the classic pose of one arm over her tits and a hand in front of her pussy.

“Binita,” I say.

“... yeah,” she replies quietly.

“Go bend over the couch,” I respond.

The handful of times I've been laid, it was always in standard missionary position. I’ve always wanted to try from behind and figured this was my golden opportunity. She slowly walks over to the couch, presses against the back of it, then leans forward, displaying her ass. From this angle, I can’t really tell that she’s chubby. All I see is a nice round, brown ass. Which reminds me, I’ve also always wanted to try anal…

“Aiiieee!” she squeals when I poke a finger into her anus. I get it all the way to my knuckle as she grunts in discomfort.

“Have you ever taken it up the ass?” I ask.

She shakes her head and quietly says, “no.”

Damn it was tight. I would definitely need some kind of lube to make it work. And considering before about an hour ago, I had no expectation of getting laid any time soon, I didn’t exactly have any at the ready. Did I have anything else in the apartment that could work?

“Binita,” I say.

“What?” She replies with a mixture of nerves and frustration.

“I want to try fucking you in the ass but we probably need lube of some kind for that, right?” I ask.

I chuckle quietly as her ass tightens around my finger, as if in response to my question.

“I…” She says. “Yeah, I mean… I guess, but…. can we… not do that?”

I ignore her question and say, “Why don’t you google to find out what can work as a lube alternative and see if you can find anything in this apartment that’ll work.”

“Ohmygod…” she says quietly.

“What?” I ask. When she doesn’t answer, I prod again (no pun intended), “Tell me, what did you say?”

She turns back spitefully and responds, “I said ‘oh my god’ because this is FUCKING humiliating!”

“Well, get to it!” I say as I remove my finger from her ass. Then to put an exclamation point on it, give her butt a nice spank which causes it to jiggle deliciously. It also has the unintended effect of toppling her over the couch. She is not hurt physically… though I can’t say the same for her ego. Then, any shred that remains dissipates as she picks up her phone from her wet clothes pile and uses it to research the best way for me to violate her ass…