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The following is a work of fiction (actually, "FANTASY"). Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental and you should really be ashamed of yourself!
This is a story that describes some sexually explicit situations in a fictional setting. The target audience is adults (people over the age of eighteen) with broad minds. I have found that this audience is getting harder and harder to find each year.
Final disclaimer -- I doubt that any of the people would or could possibly act in any way described herein, or even if things described herein are even possible. This is just fantasy, and should be treated as such.
I don't know exactly why this happened, but I'll try to explain the situation as best as I remember it.
First, I'd like to give you some background. My name is Jim, and I am currently about forty. I'm happily married, and have two wonderful daughters. I guess I'm fairly good looking, as I never had any problems finding dates during my younger years. However, I'm not a super-stud jock either.
This story occurs before I met my wife, while I was still dating. I was in my mid twenties, and a couple of days before, my roommate had gone off to the Bahamas for a long vacation. He had invited me, and I had wanted to go, but I didn't have enough vacation time accrued at work, and my boss told me that he needed me for a "particularly important project."
This meant, of course, that I'd have the apartment to myself. This was usually a great time for me, but I had recently broken up with my girlfriend (she left me after some stupid argument that I cannot remember anymore), so I was looking forward to lounging around the apartment, watching movies and a few games on TV.
It was a Friday, and I was at the supermarket, in the frozen food aisle, trying to decide which brand of pizza I should get. My cart had the other staple of my diet -- beer.
I heard a female voice ask me to move my cart so that she could pass, and when I turned, my eyes saw a vision of loveliness.
She was a stunning blonde, with a rich tan (unusual for the winter in the Northeast, where I lived), and rich brown eyes. She was wearing a sweater that revealed two lovely breasts.
I guess I must have been gawking at her for a minute or so, when she asked, "Hello? Anybody there?"
I shook my head out of my reverie, and remembered my cart. I moved it aside for her, and allowed her to pass.
She smiled her thanks to me, and moved down the aisle, stopping at the frozen vegetables. I continued to look at her, watching her beautiful ass wiggle just a bit in her dark skirt.
My mind screamed that I needed to get to know this person, but I hesitated. I kept looking at her, and noticed that she was occasionally sneaking peeks at me. Maybe she was interested! Couldn't hurt to try.
I moved my cart down to where she was, and then introduced myself.
"Hello, my name is Jim, and I want to apologize for gawking like an idiot back there before. It's just that you took me by surprise."
She turned and smiled at me, and I could see her perfect teeth flash at me. God, this woman could be a model!
"That's all right, Jim. It happens. My name is Kay."
I smiled back at her. "Thank you, Kay. You've made my day." Ugh, I thought to myself. I'm starting to rhyme!
She giggled at that, and it broke the ice. I took a quick glance at her hand, and noticed she wasn't wearing an engagement ring. Just an odd ring on her pinky. I figured her status might be "available" so I decided to make my next move.
"Kay, I know that this may sound corny, but I would love to take you out for a couple of drinks tonight."
She seemed a bit taken aback from my approach, and looked a bit confused. I decided to press the issue a bit.
"I mean, you are single, aren't you?"
"Y--yes," she answered.
"Are you dating anybody right now?"
"Do you have plans for tonight?"
"Then have dinner with me tonight."
"All... all right," she answered, a bit flustered.
Now, I'd like to state for the record that this whole episode was a bit odd for me, since I'm not usually this forward, especially when in the presence of such a beautiful work of art as Key was. But here I was, acting like I was in charge, and I must admit that I was quite glib.
"Give me your phone number, and I'll call you later this afternoon," I said.
She looked in her cart for her purse, and rummaged through it to fetch her wallet. In it, she pulled out a business card, and turned it over and printed seven digits on it on the bottom. She then looked up at me and smiled, looked down, and then drew a fancy "K" in script underneath the phone number. She grinned and handed me the card.
"Thanks, Kay. Tell me when you'll be home so I will be sure to catch you."
"About... uh, three. Make that three thirty."
She then quickly turned, pulled a box of frozen corn into her cart, and went back down the aisle.
I was hoping that she wasn't just brushing me off. I looked at the card, and found that it was her business card. It had her full name on it, and the name "Anderson Modeling Agency" was the name of the company. She was a model!
I looked up from the card, and noticed that she was gone. I quickly went to the end of the aisle, and looked both ways, but didn't see where she had gone to.
Well, I'd know if she was for real at 3:30 that afternoon.
I got home, took a shower, and waited for 3:30 to arrive. When the second hand on my kitchen clock indicated it was exactly that time, I picked up the phone, and dialed the number that she gave me.
"Hello, this is Kay. I am unable to come to the phone right now..."
Damn. She had an answering machine.
Of course, she was a model.
When the beep came, I said, "Kay, this is Jim. If you are around, pick up!"
I waited a second or two, and then started to leave a message when I heard a click on the line.
"Jim, is that you?"
"Yeah. I said that I'd call..."
"I know. I forgot I had the machine on. One second." I heard another click, which I imagine was the sound of the answering machine being turned off.
"OK. I'm back," she announced.
"What time would be good for you to do dinner?" I asked. "You are free tonight, aren't you?"
"Uh... let's see..." She paused for a bit. "Yes, I'm free for the rest of the day, so I really just need to get changed. Any time would be fine."
"I'm free today, too." This was true. Despite being on a "particularly important project," my boss gave me Friday afternoon off. Go figure.
There was a pause on the line, so I decided once again to press the issue again.
"Why don't you stop by my apartment and we'll have a cozy dinner for two at my apartment?"
"O...OK" she answered, again with that pause in her voice just like in the supermarket.
I gave her my address, and then directions on how to get there. She said she'd be over as soon as she got ready.
I hung up the phone with a feeling of triumph. I was going to have a lovely model over my apartment for a "cozy dinner for two."
And then it hit me.
Who was going to cook that meal?
My talent in the kitchen is limited to microwave pizzas, pasta, and jars of spaghetti sauce.
From past experience, pasta and sauce was probably the best idea. I looked in my cabinets and found that I had enough of both. Even better, I had a bottle of my ex-girlfriend's favorite Chianti in the refrigerator (she always insisted on drinking it cold). I took the Chianti out of the refrigerator, and poured a jar of sauce into a sauce pan. I got out another pot for the pasta, and half filled it with water.
I entered the living room, and selected a radio station that played soft rock without too many commercials.
My roommate and I didn't have a dining room, but the kitchen table was nice. I set out some plates and silverware, and lit a candle in the middle.
Things were just about perfect.
I grabbed a brew from the fridge and went out into the living room to wait for Kay.
It was less than an hour later that I heard the intercom buzz. I got up from the couch and went to the wall where the intercom was and said, "Yes?"
"It's me... Kay," came the reply.
"Come on up. Apartment 3-C," I said as I buzzed her in.
A minute or so later, I was waiting at the front door, and saw her arrive from the elevator. She saw my head sticking out into the hallway, and walked toward me.
"Come right on in," I said, and she came into the room.
She was wearing a wrap-around sweater, and I said, "Let me take your wrap for you."
For some reason, she got a confused look on her face when I said that. It was as if she were trying to say something else, but wasn't able to make the words. She silently took off her sweater and handed it to me.
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