I stopped short when I saw her sitting on the steps leading up to the brownstone in which I had an apartment. She was looking up at me, her head slightly tilted, her large, expressive eyes staring, and her red Mona Lisa-like lips smiling. She was stunningly beautiful and I was mesmerized.
She was sitting there, learning slightly forward, with her arms resting on her knees and her feet arched in such a way that exposed most of her shapely legs. I’m almost ashamed to tell you that I wondered whether or not she was wearing panties, and the thought that she might not be was arousing.
She continued to look at me with a sort of come hither expression on her face, inviting me to engage with her. I finally gathered myself. “Is there something I can help you with, miss?” I asked.
“I’m waiting for someone,” she said.
“I know everyone who lives in this building,” I said. “Perhaps if you give me the name of the person you’re waiting for, I can be of some assistance.”
She smiled and said, “Do you like what you see?” Then she shifted her position slightly and in such a way that allowed me to confirm that she was, indeed, not wearing panties.
“Are you a lady of the night?” I asked.
She laughed. “You never answered my question,” she said.
“What question was that?” I asked.
“Do you like what you see?” she repeated.
“And you never answered my question,” I said. “Who are you waiting for?”
“Maybe I’m waiting for you,” she said, a sensual smile gracing her face. She stood up and slowly walked down a few steps until she was standing right in front of me. She took another step forward, reached her arms up and flung them around my neck. She pressed herself tight against me, the smell her perfume was intoxicating. She stood up on her tiptoes and moved her mouth toward mine. She pressed her soft, warm, moist lips up against mine and pushed her tongue into my mouth. I felt almost faint and had to lean against her for support.
She pulled her head back, smiled up at me, and said, “Dinner should be ready in about fifteen minutes, honey, but if you’re in the mood, maybe we can have a quickie before we eat.”
“Oh, I’m so in the mood,” I said to my wife, lifting her up in my arms and carrying her up the steps and into our apartment.
Written for the Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Photo Challenge. Photo credit: Unexpected Tales.