That’s when she knocked on Kurt’s door. She had decided that if this one got slammed in her face, she was going home.
Kurt opened the door and looked at the sopping wet woman. She looked pitiful standing there. He noticed that she was very attractive, even for being dripping wet.
She hoped he would be kind to her. He immediately opened the door and asked her in. She stepped inside and took off her dripping coat, not sure where to put it. Kurt took it and hung it so it would dry a little.
He noticed she was still wet, as her jacket had soaked through. He invited her to come in and sit in the living room, where he started a fire.
“You’re soaking wet. Why would you be out in weather like this?”
“I need the bonus for taking the most surveys. I’m a little short on money this month, so I need to have a little more next month to come out even.”
“I see. So what is this survey about?”
He sat down next to her on the couch. He could smell her shampoo. Raspberry scented. She smelled so good. He longed to touch her.
“It’s about payphones.”
“Payphones?”
“Yeah. Would you be interested?”
“Only if I can ask you a few questions after.”
“Okay, I guess.” She asked him everything on the survey.
He answered to the best of his ability. He rarely used a payphone. Then they got to his questions. She wasn’t sure exactly what she’d said yes to.
“So, you wear underwear, correct?”
“Yes, of course.”
“And what kind?” She knew then that she was turning him on.
She looked at him, this time in a more personal light. He was quite good looking. She really didn’t have a problem answering his questions. In fact, they were kind of making her want to show him.
“Well, I’m wearing a thong.” She noticed him close his eyes for a second. She figured he was trying to picture it.
“What color?”
“Navy blue.”
“Hmmm…very interesting.”
“Oh, how’s that?”
“I’ve never seen them in navy blue.”
“Oh really?” They both fell silent.
He looked deep into her eyes, looking for a sign. His sign came in the form of a hand placed gently on his cheek. She ran her fingers through his short, dark brown hair.
They moved in closer. He lightly brushed his lips against hers. Then they pressed their lips together and wrapped their arms around each other. She tasted so good. He loved it when girls wore lip-gloss, and hers was raspberry, just like her shampoo.
He looked at her, remembering how wet her clothes were.
“We really should get you out of these wet clothes. Don’t want you to catch a cold.” He flashed her a mischievous smile.
She knew what he wanted, and she wanted it, too. She untucked her blouse and started to unbutton it. He took her hands from her shirt and told her to let him do that. He undid her buttons, opening her shirt a little farther with every release. He got to the last button and pushed the shirt down her shoulders, taking one of her bra straps with it.
She looked at him and ran her tongue across her teeth as if to say, “What are you going to do now?”
He leaned back towards her and kissed her bare shoulder. He moved up her shoulder, kissing up to her neck. He lightly sucked on her neck, making his way to her ear.
He whispered into her ear, “You are so beautiful. I’d love to see what you look like without anything on.”
Then he licked around her ear. She stood up from the couch, letting her shirt drop off her arms. She pulled him up to meet her and kissed him.
“Where’s the bedroom?”
He took her by the hand and led her to his room.
They got to his room and he immediately pinned her against the wall.
“Mmmm…What are you gonna do?”
“What do you want me to do?”
“You’re the man, you’re in charge.” He liked this. Power was quite a thrill for him.
He suddenly stepped back.
“Strip for me. Make it good,” he ordered.
She obeyed. She undid the clasp on the front of her bra, holding her breasts together as she did so. She started to dance around him, squeezing her chest before finally letting them go, putting them right in his face as he sat on the bed to watch. She swung the bra over her head and threw it to him. Then she danced her skirt down her legs, kicking it behind her.
The only thing left was her thong. She grabbed the sides with her little fingers, slowly rolling them down her hips, revealing her soft, clean-shaven pussy. She stopped moving then and looked at him seductively, licking her lips and flicking her tongue at him.
He stood up with a very strong hard on. She stepped out of her thong, stepping closer to him.
“Now strip me.”
Again she obeyed. She came to him and started to kiss him. Then she stopped and roughly grabbed his shirt. She pulled him closer and wrapped her arms around him, running her hands up his back, taking the shirt with them.