He was late picking her up and they had already missed the first ten minutes of the movie the two teenagers had planned to see."Shit! I don't want to ...tart it in the middle. We'll have to do something else, though I should just make you spend he evening by yourself. You're such a ditz sometimes Fred!" I said I was sorry! I had to stop for gas." You had plenty of time earlier." Well, my watch stopped working." Cindy had given him the watch for Christmas. It worked fine until he had dropped it. Maybe he ought to open his eyes? Seeing where he was might help. He cracked one eye open slightly. Good, some subdued light. He remembered what bright light had been like on those hungover student mornings. Opening both eyes, he looked at the ceiling. Grey, and not a very appealing grey. A couple of lights recessed into opposite corners. Not too bright. Good, if this was a hangover then he didn't want bright lights. It didn't feel like a hangover though, at least it didn't feel like his. Each footstep against the tiled floor thrills me... He comes to a stop. I can't see him due to the silk blindfold that has been pulled tight against my eyes, but I can feel his presence beside me and my pussy throbs with desire. I can feel his eyes scanning over me, from my Louboutin stilettos, working upwards to my stockings, black lacy panties, my corset and then to my blow-job, red lips. I can feel his breath on my neck as he inhales my scent and it's taking me all my might not to push. It wasgetting late in the day but since I still had a couple hours on my hands Idecided to check the place out.The bell on the door "Tinkled" as I opened it and stepped inside. Theplace smelled a little musty and looked a bit like a pawn shop but Iquickly found the women's clothing aisle. There wasn't much to lookthrough as I searched the hangars and shelves and after a few minutesdecided to call it a day. But on the way to the front door I noticed asale area then saw a steamer trunk brimming.