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08-Jul-2017 19:23

I wanted to rule out the possibility this was some sort of ambush.

She probably intended that question to be rhetorical. That would explain why she was trying to feed me some ridiculous story involving hypnosis. I stepped out from behind the table, and approached her slowly, unsure of what I wanted to do next. On the other hand, there was clearly an opportunity here. Cassie had more or less explained when she first walked in, and I hadn't picked up on it. That was probably the essence of the bet or dare that brought her here. Cassie was trying to distract me with her see-through dress and the strip tease, trying to put me in an agreeable mood. I got an even better view of her ass when she bent over to pick up her dress from the floor. Mulling it over that night, as I headed to bed I decided it was because I wanted to send a message: I wouldn't be bullied or bribed into doing whatever she wanted with an offer of sex.

Right now, I have a video on Redtube loaded up to just the right spot so it will be all ready when I get back. Her arms pulled her breasts up with them, the fabric of her dress hugging them tightly. Oh yeah, he's the guy with the intense look over there, you can't miss him. Beautiful, naked women are always welcome in my home. She couldn't refuse without an awkward explanation and she needed something from me. With a slow, deliberate motion, she unzipped her dress, shrugged off the straps and let it fall around her ankles.

"If you must know, my phone is sitting on top of my night stand in my bedroom. That was probably just as well, given that I didn't really want to let her see my substantial erection. " I asked, as I walked behind a table to keep my lower half out of view. "I was going to say, if you're really that worried that I'm bugged, you should come over here and pat me down. Promise." She stood up and raised her hands over her head.

Updated to add: The use of the term ‘single mother’ is not exactly accurate. If you screw up and get pregnant, don’t screw up even more and bring an innocent child along with you! Divorced moms who escaped abusive marriages with drug/sex/gambling/whatever addicts should not get a free pass from you, either.

If you are a mother and you are collecting child support, you are not a single mother. The rest of us who have to LIVE with your fucked up, emotionally scarred children will PAY you to have a fucking abortion. Second, single mothers are clearly really, really shitty at making life decisions. You both put each other’s happiness above your own. Now divorced mothers, who are a breed of single mothers, MIGHT be a little different, but whenever you approach one, sing this little song in your head: it takes two to tango. Even if it’s TRUE that the husband was a colossal fuck-up, you need to ask yourself what kind of imperceptive moron couldn’t spot that?

Evidently I'm "too focused on whatever is in front of me to be open to all the world has to offer," whatever that means.

In fact, I find a nice, quiet conversation over dinner to be quite relaxing. If you're not a vampire here to suck my blood, what do you want?

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This time I was, once again, wrestling with how to tap the screen in just the right way to make it do what I wanted. Only I'll keep the tape, to make sure it doesn't end up on the internet." I placed my cassette tape recorder on the bookshelf next to where she stood and hit the record button. I was also pretty sure her behavior had nothing to do with her phone. Beautiful women had a tendency not to barge into my apartment and volunteer to get naked. Yes, I'd heard of affirmative consent, but this was ridiculous. I removed my glasses briefly and pinched the bridge of my nose before replacing them. "Last I checked it's before nine thirty." "I have to be work at seven tomorrow, which means I have to get up at five." "You've got to be kidding me." Cassie was still naked, and hadn't moved to pick up her dress from where it had fallen beside her. You might want to rethink that." "But—" She started to protest, before I cut her off. There was no reason not to let her explain in her own time. Cassie finally broke her silence after we were seated at the restaurant. Here then," She reached into her purse, pulled out a phone and slid it across the table. This is what I did most evenings, which probably explained why I was still single. I've been informed by women that I never relax, and that this is a problem. My best theory was that she'd lost a bet, or was here on a dare. No need to be ashamed of that bulge." Well, she'd noticed. It was obvious now that I considered what she'd been saying. " There it was again, the same open-ended question. If I answered her with an unqualified 'yes', she wouldn't take anything off. Cassie's small, neatly trimmed landing strip and delicate lower lips were now on full display. I didn't want to jostle it while I ran over here to get what I need, which was supposed to take all of thirty seconds. Her nipples were even more prominent than before, and I was pretty sure I could now see her aureoles though the thin material as well. This was escalating quickly, and I didn't even know what "this" was. When people describe me, they rarely refer to my height (average), my eyes (brown), or my hair (also brown). Whoever put Cassie up to this, probably assumed that getting my permission would be a challenge. But, if you want permission for something else, you're going to have to be more specific." I saw the calculation flash through those stunning gray-green eyes. Not only wasn't she wearing a bra, she wasn't wearing any panties either.

This time I was, once again, wrestling with how to tap the screen in just the right way to make it do what I wanted. Only I'll keep the tape, to make sure it doesn't end up on the internet." I placed my cassette tape recorder on the bookshelf next to where she stood and hit the record button. I was also pretty sure her behavior had nothing to do with her phone. Beautiful women had a tendency not to barge into my apartment and volunteer to get naked. Yes, I'd heard of affirmative consent, but this was ridiculous. I removed my glasses briefly and pinched the bridge of my nose before replacing them. "Last I checked it's before nine thirty." "I have to be work at seven tomorrow, which means I have to get up at five." "You've got to be kidding me." Cassie was still naked, and hadn't moved to pick up her dress from where it had fallen beside her. You might want to rethink that." "But—" She started to protest, before I cut her off. There was no reason not to let her explain in her own time. Cassie finally broke her silence after we were seated at the restaurant. Here then," She reached into her purse, pulled out a phone and slid it across the table.

This is what I did most evenings, which probably explained why I was still single.

I've been informed by women that I never relax, and that this is a problem.

My best theory was that she'd lost a bet, or was here on a dare. No need to be ashamed of that bulge." Well, she'd noticed. It was obvious now that I considered what she'd been saying. " There it was again, the same open-ended question. If I answered her with an unqualified 'yes', she wouldn't take anything off. Cassie's small, neatly trimmed landing strip and delicate lower lips were now on full display.

I didn't want to jostle it while I ran over here to get what I need, which was supposed to take all of thirty seconds. Her nipples were even more prominent than before, and I was pretty sure I could now see her aureoles though the thin material as well. This was escalating quickly, and I didn't even know what "this" was. When people describe me, they rarely refer to my height (average), my eyes (brown), or my hair (also brown). Whoever put Cassie up to this, probably assumed that getting my permission would be a challenge. But, if you want permission for something else, you're going to have to be more specific." I saw the calculation flash through those stunning gray-green eyes. Not only wasn't she wearing a bra, she wasn't wearing any panties either.

I opened the door quickly and glanced down the hallway in both directions to confirm there was no one with her.