Choose Your Own Adventure (but make it slutty) [Part 2]

What will happen? It's literally up to you...

The knock came in the form of three sharp raps and I stood from the couch, smoothing the dress down over my breasts and hips.

He was here.

Despite my excitement, I forced myself to approach the door slowly, to take my time, to make him wait a little. My hips swung as I moved, and I caught sight of myself in the mirror briefly, stopping to look at myself.

“Hey!” I said enthusiastically, opening the door. “You brought wine!”

“I sure did!” He smiled as he stepped over the threshold of my apartment. “But don’t get too excited, it’s nothing super fancy!”

“As long as it gets us tipsy,” I said with a smile, moving in to embrace him, the dress riding up slightly as I stood up on my tiptoes, pressing my breasts against him. I walked to the kitchen, feeling his gaze on my butt as the fabric pulled tight against my cheeks. “Take a seat,” I called. “I’ll pour us a few glasses!”

“Great place,” he called from the lounge.

“Thanks! It’s only a rental but I hope to get my own place some day…”

When I returned to the couch with two glasses, he smiled, and I sat down on the other end.

“Cheers,” I said, leaning toward him and clinking our glasses together.

It was a little awkward at first, as things often are, but I was determined to make it go well, because…well…because I liked him.

And because I needed it.

So we drank. And as we drank, we talked. And as we talked, we laughed. And while we were doing all those things, I was doing something else, too.

Teasing him.

I nodded attentively as he told me about his job, bringing one leg up onto the couch, my knee bent, my feet naked. I felt the air on my panties as I let my thighs open a little. Not too much, but enough to catch his attention, and he looked at my leg, then at my face, then back at my leg.

“This is good wine,” he said.

“It is.”

I opened my legs a little wider, the thrill of being exposed making my heart beat faster. The panties themselves were small, silk, and featured a very cute red bow on the front. I knew that if I was even a little bit wet from the teasing he would be able to see through the fabric.

And I was very wet.

“Wow, your boss sounds like a total asshole,” I said, pretending not to notice that my pussy was almost completely spread for him. I wondered if my lips were visible on either side of the tiny panties. I kind of hoped they were–a week of abstinence has made me desperate, and the desperation was making me shameless.

“Yeah, he sucks,” he nodded, his voice a little distracted. “Total dick.”

“So what are you going to do? Are you looking for anything else?” I asked, taking another sip of wine and leaned back into the couch, letting my shoulders relax against the cushions. The movement pulled the neckline of the dress a little lower, the top of my areola now on display. I leaned into it, allowing myself to relax, my breasts and pussy laid out before him.

I must have looked like such a slut.

“Ah,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “Yeah I’ve been applying for a few other positions…”

I nodded, pushing my breasts together with my forearms. “Seen anything you liked?”

He swallowed. “A few things.”

“That’s good,” I smiled, looking at him across the couch. A moment of silence stretched out between us. I sat up and placed my wine on the table, leading forward and lifting my ass off the couch as I did so. “So,” I said, leaning back with a smile. “The night is young! What shall we do now?”

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