A Not-So-Small Piece of Heaven

I sat down on her perfectly white sofa. She had a very nice apartment, which wasn't surprising, seeing as she worked at some high-end corporation. I sat there for about five minutes until I heard her coming down the hall behind me. I turned around, and what I saw sucked the breath out of my chest. She was wearing an olive green dress that was extremely tight. She looked absolutely stunning. The thing I liked the most though, was that she was barefoot, her feet making no sound as she strode across the carpet. She sat down next to me and set down the heels she had been carrying. She gave me a hug, and I hoped she wouldn't see or feel the hard-on that was developing in my pants. She started to put on her heels and I let out a small groan as the hard-on grew more and more uncomfortable. "Are you ok?" she asked, hearing the noise I had made.

"Yeah!" I exclaimed, "Just hungry."

"Let's get going then," she said, after finally putting on her heels. "Wouldn't want to keep you hungry for too long."

We walked down to my car and made our way to the restaurant. We talked and laughed the whole way, and I really felt like we were hitting it off. We sat down at the restaurant, at a small table in the back. I scooted her chair in under her and went around to sit down in my own. As I sat down, I felt her foot brush against my leg. I apologized, blushing, as the front of my pants tightened. Dinner went extremely well, and we flirted a whole lot. I felt really comfortable with this girl, and really hoped she'd invite me in to her apartment tonight.

After dinner, we were walking back to my car and I heard Vicky yelp behind me. I turned around to see her stumble and fall to the ground. I quickly went down and helped her up, asking what was wrong. "I just stepped in a hole I the sidewalk and twisted my ankle a little bit," she said, not seeming too badly hurt.

I helped her to the car and we drove back to her apartment.