The Stalker: Visit One, Day Three - Sex Stories

The Stalker: Visit One, Day Three

... herself. No monster, no gentleman, just her and some normal activities and taking a shower and getting dressed up seemed like fun even if she had to ask permission. Knowing that time was not on her side especially with the demand for dry hair she took a quick but through shower, applied lotion and then went to her closet. For most dates she would have worn jeans, but she had a feeling that was not the best route tonight so she picked the only skirt she had, it was a navy blue straight skirt below the knees, It was a work outfit. She found a white blouse that went really well with it, a sleeveless cowl-necked blouse. She was not sure of the sleeveless, but did not want to wear long sleeves and the sleeveless was supposed to go under a business jacket. Hopefully she looked good enough without him thinking she was trying to turn him on or anything. She just wanted to wear somewhat normal clothes, and not get in trouble for what she picked out. She found thigh high nylons and the 2 inch heels that matched the outfit. In an effort to get extra points she had consciously decided to not wear panties. Once her clothes were picked out she looked at the time, it was 6:30, crap she was not dressed and her hair was not dried, she went to the bathroom to dry her hair for ten minutes, she could get dressed in a hurry if she had to. Mike heard the hair dryer going and had peaked around the bedroom door while her head was in her closet and then quietly gone back to the kitchen, maybe there ...

... was no trick, and maybe she just needed a little time. His prep was done, so he waited till 6:45 at which time he went to her bedroom door and knocked on the door frame to let her know he was there. Sally turned around still adjusting her skirt. She started fidgeting nervously as Mike looked at her not saying anything. His face held no clue as to his thoughts and while Sally did not like the man much she really did not want to make him mad. “Sir?” “Is it okay?” “Yes, Its fine shall we go to our movie?” and Mike held out his elbow like a gentleman would do for a gentlewomen he was escorting. Sally was pleased that he was pleased because that meant no pain for now. She was mad at herself for being such a push over, but the pain was hard to handle. Mike walked them to the living room and escorted Sally to the couch. “I would like it if you sat next to me, but I will leave the choice to you. I will not molest you during the movie, but if you are next to me I may put my arm around you or touch your arms or legs.” Sally choose to sit next to him and they settled back and watched the movie, both enjoying themselves, Sally feeling more relaxed than she had in days, and Mike was enjoying watching her whenever he could catch a glimpse without getting caught. He did want to destroy her sense of safety right now, but he did put his arm around her, and found that about two thirds into the movie she was leaning a bit into him, not quite putting her head on his shoulder, but close. When the ...