Rear Window - Sex Stories

Rear Window

... woman. Holy shit, I thought. ‘Well, what do you think? I’m Paula, by the way.’ I realised I still had my mouth open and closed it rapidly. ‘Hi, I’m Jeff and I’m very pleased to meet you Paula. You’re absolutely gorgeous.’ Paula blushed and murmured, ‘Thank you. Can I get you a drink?’ ‘Scotch please, better make it a large one.’ It gave me a chance to look at Paula properly. Her hair was hanging loose over her shoulders and she was wearing what I guessed was called a little black dress. It was sleeveless, with a vee neck, and fell to about six inches above her knees and absolutely hugged her figure. My God, she actually has a figure, and her legs were to die for. She was wearing a small gold chain round her neck with a locket, drop earrings, a gold bracelet on one wrist and a tiny watch on the other. She had on dark tights and some very expensive looking heels. I just couldn’t believe my eyes and I could feel a stirring in my trousers at was seeing and I had to shift in the chair as I was getting uncomfortable. Paula turned round with our drinks and she came across and sat on the sofa opposite me and crossed her legs. If I wasn't uncomfortable before, I surely was at that point. ‘Well, what do you think, Jeff?’ I took a moment to compose myself, ‘Paula, if I wasn’t seeing you with my own eyes, I wouldn’t believe it. I mean you are stunning.’ ‘Thank you, that’s very sweet of you to say so. I was so nervous getting ready tonight, I thought I might have over done it.’ Her makeup ...

... was light but she had used it to highlight her eyes and mouth. I think she had plucked her eyebrows because there was a definite arch to them tonight. She had used eye shadow that drew your attention to her eyes and she had on a light pink lipstick that made her mouth look very kissable. God, did I just think that? At that moment Paula ran her hand back through her hair and that nearly did for me. It’s a gesture that gets me every time when a woman does it. The stirring had definitely become much more than that. Luckily, the door buzzer went and Paula walked across to the intercom and buzzed in the delivery guy with the food. I watched her as she walked across to the door and there was no trace of masculinity in her stride or bearing. She looked as feminine as could be. Paula retuned with the food and she sorted out plates and cutlery for the food and we tucked in at the table. I asked her to open a bottle of red wine and she came back with two glasses. She said she wouldn’t normally on a school night as she put it but it might settle her nerves a bit. I told her she shouldn’t be nervous, I was delighted to be having dinner with such a beautiful lady. She tipped her head and looked at me out of the corner of her eye and said thank you and that she appreciated it. The wine relaxed us both and we were soon laughing and joking as Paul and I did. From time to time I caught a glimpse of Paul in her but it was obvious that Paula was an individual and much, much more than Paul in a ...