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I had wondered what the night would bring when I received a text from him around two o’clock that afternoon, as the office had quieted into the post-lunch lull, with the words, “My place, tonight, 8pm. Let yourself in. I’ll be waiting.” I didn’t get much work done that afternoon as I thought about what he might have planned. After the success of our last date, my anticipation was high, but as he was as non-commital as ever about making arrangements, and just said he’d be in touch, I worried he might be losing interest. Obviously not. At ten past eight, I clattered up the stairs to his apartment, made late by fussing for too long with my hair, nervously applying and blotting and then re-applying my lipstick, and studying my legs in the mirror as I put on my stockings, adjusting the suspender belt and ensuring the seams were perfectly straight. I wanted to impress him. I reached his door and found it unlatched, so I knocked lightly Şişli escort and then let myself in, as he had instructed. “Hello?” Silence. My heels clicked along the hall to the living room, where I found him, leaning back into the middle of the couch, blinds closed, lights dimmed, cigarette in hand, his legs stretched out next to a small table that held a fat glass tumbler, half full of a clear liquid which I guessed would be vodka rather than water. He turned his head to regard me as I approached the doorway. His face betrayed no emotion. He was still in his work clothes, the top two buttons of his shirt undone and his tie loosened. I wondered if he’d been having a hard day, if his message earlier had been prompted by him knowing that later on he would be in need of some fun which I was more than happy to provide. He didn’t look stressed though, just calm and strangely focused. “You’re late.” He took a drag on his cigarette Sultangazi escort bayan and reached for his drink. “I know! I’m so sorry.” I said, smiling apologetically. I was about to launch into an excuse when he cut me off. “You better go and stand over there.” He motioned with his head towards the fireplace, directly in front of him. “What? Are you putting me in the naughty corner?” I was trying to sound unruffled, but he had caught me off-guard. “I want you to go and stand over there.” He spoke with deliberate slowness, his voice flat but insistent. I thought I saw his eyes glint mischievously. What was he up to? Smiling again to hide my confusion and nervousness, I did as he said. He looked me up and down, his face inscrutable as he took in the short black dress with a low scoop neck that clung to my curves, my long dark hair set in loose curls and my red painted lips. He narrowed his eyes and smiled. Escort Taksim “Now take off your dress.” “What?” “Take off your dress. Do you have to be told everything twice?” My heart thumped. This demeanor was all new to me. There’d been no hint of this the last time I was here, when we’d fucked for the very first time on his couch after he’d taken me out to a restaurant close to where he lived, and asked if he wanted to see his apartment. I’d accepted gladly, fired up from his hand on my thigh under the table during dinner and the looks he’d given me across the table, hungry for more than the delicious food we had eaten. When he’d started to kiss me after a giving me a brief tour of his place – which was hard-edged and unmistakably masculine, all black furniture and stark white walls – I had willingly submitted to his advances, weeks of longing finally fulfilled. Now, he’d thrown me a curveball. Slowly, with slightly nervous movements, I slipped my arms out of the long sleeves and peeled off the dress until it fell to floor. “That’s better.” He smiled approvingly as I stood before him in just my black lacy bra and thong, my stockings and suspenders and heels.

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