Someone Kinky

The first impression was tallness. Then black hair, in a rather severe ponytail. The conservative gray pantsuit must have been tailored, because it hugged her hips and accentuated her breasts and slim waist, and if she gained five pounds it would show. The black-framed glasses in front of sky-blue eyes gave her a Clark Kent-esque appearance, mousy but promising a hidden beauty might emerge when they came off. At first glance, Sam wondered if she wasn't older than herself, but the more she looked the more it seemed like the tall woman might actually be a couple years younger, trying to look older. That in itself was a little strange...

...and she had a suitcase.

A rather large suitcase, alligator-skin, held in front of her and hiding her knees. Sam stared up at her, and her "date" stared down at her, a blush slowly blooming across the bridge of the tall woman's nose.

"You-your...breasts..." she said.

Sam realized she was topless. She stared down at her girls, then looked back up at her date.

"Problem?" Sam asked.

"No!" Tall lady said. "No. They're...they're lovely." She bit her lip. "M-my name is Cass."

"Sam," Sam said, and stepped aside to let the woman in.

The heels weren't sensible. Stilettos, which accentuated her height, and the well-proportioned calves.

"So," the tall woman said. "I...um...are you into...roleplaying?"

Watching Cass fidget was like watching a gazelle sense a tiger in the bushes. Her whole body seemed to tense and shift...

"Depends," Sam said, intrigued. "But I'm up for a lot of things. What did you have in mind?"