She lived in flat on the 5th floor.She and got in to the lift and with other people and got off at 5th floor and walked into her place and she closed ...he door and she ponced on me and we started kissing and started feeling my butts . She was helping me take my long coat off while we were still kissing.and we stop she took off her jacket. I had put on hot pants and short top which made my boobs stick out and I was wearing 5inch heels .She was in jegging and t-shirt and trainers.She took my hand. " she said, looking rather embarrassed. I frowned, wondering why a package could be embarrassing. "Er," she smiled "come in a minute, I have to put my bags away."I smiled and passed through her doorway. The cold tiles of the hallway leading to the kitchen reminded me that I had not put any shoes on to rush out. I placed the package on the counter in her kitchen, and turned to leave."Don't suppose you'd stay for a coffee?" she asked. "Been a lonely day and I could use some company."My girlfriend. Mark, wearing smart but baggy trousers, socks, smart shoes, dress shirt but no underwear, answered the soft knock on the door and beckoned Michelle in. Michelle herself was around 35 years old, quite tall with long raven black hair which reached down just past her shoulders. She was not a classically beautiful woman but very striking none the less. She was wearing a very smart but tight business suit, tighter than he had seen her wear at their previous meetings. Once she had entered the room he. We haven't talked since." "Good. He's an asshole." Meagan noticed a pattern. "You think every guy I've been with was an asshole." "Yeah, well I'm sure you'd feel the same way about my girlfriends. If I ever had any." Meagan smiled. "Yeah, how long has it been since Monica?" "Three years. Freshman year." "Why's that?" asked Meagan, interested. "I don't know, I just feel uncomfortable talking to girls sometimes. It's always so awkward when I go on dates." "This doesn't seem awkward,".