I hear the clicking of those heels coming towards the door, I start to tremble and stroke my cock, I so want to see her in her ffnylons and high heels... the noise of her key going into the lock and turning stiffened me so much. I had had the perfect vantage point in the cupboard as the door opened it was like she was walking towards me, I could see her so much clearer now, well her suit, ffnylons and high heels. The crack in the door didn’t give enough to see her face apart from glimpses. She. You don’t mind, do you?’ ‘No, no not at all. As a matter of fact my plans for New Year’s fell through. This is good timing. Say do you want to grab a bite to eat? It’s lunch time.’ ‘OK. Let’s got out. You drive. I’ve been driving all day.’ ‘How about a burrito?’ ‘OK, but not that place around the corner. The last time I went there I got food poising.’ ‘Really? I hope it wasn’t bad. There’s a new place down the way. Let’s go there.’ As I drove, Maria started to unload. She complained about. “Get out! I’m not dressed!” she screamed again. I quickly retreated back out onto our porch until she opened the door for me to enter. The vision of her wearing only a pale yellow thong and matching bra made my dick rise instantly. She opened the door and was obviously very embarrassed, her face was flushed and she tried to cover her face with her hand. “I’m sorry baby,” I said, “the door was open, I had no idea that you were still undressed.” “Oh my, I feel so embarrassed,” she said, “It. The waitress sashayed his way with the desired glass of refreshment. Her name tag read: Caprice. Caprice wore a very well fit airline hostess’ uniform. Zack’s survey ascended from the mid-rise heels, short skirt, revealing cleavage and a satin choker with the airline logo suspended on a silver ring. Her blonde hair was pinned up professional style. There was a bustling echo from the main terminal corridors. The canned female voice was making standard PA announcements: passengers paging other.