The red dress (part 2)

(You should read part 1 first)

“Come by and visit me some time", I said. "Then I can show you how the apartment has become. You already know where is.”

She thought this was an excellent idea, and she emptied her glass of Boston Lager in one big gulp. I must admit that what followed surprised me a bit.

“Come on, let’s go,” she said and took my hand.

One minute later, we were out in the street. It was a warm and pleasant night, and it was light as always in the summers in the north. The street was full of people, some of them going home, and some on the way to another pub.

We walked as fast as we could in the direction of my apartment. It was just a five minute walk, but this time it took somewhat longer. All the time the woman my hand. To me it felt somewhat awkward, since wasn’t used to it, and had hardly ever done it before. About half way, we passed by a fastfood restaurant. It wasn’t too crowded yet, and I was hungry.

“Would you like something to eat?” I said. “A burger, or maybe a kebab?”

“No, that’s not what I want now,” she said, and pulled my arm when I slowed down outside the restaurant. We moved on, and shortly after we came to my block.

I opened the front door and supported her while we walked the stairs up to the 4^th floor. She was a little bit unsteady, due to both the high heels of her shoes, and the drinks she had consumed. The Boston Lager I bought her wasn’t the first that night.   

When we came inside my apartment, she hugged me, and said;

“So good to be back. It feels like I’m coming home.”

“If you feel like home in my place, maybe you can tell me your name,” I said.

“Names don’t matter. It's a stupid label. You can call me Fanny.”

She kicked off her shoes and flung herself down in the sofa. When I sat down next to her, she leaned against me and rested her head on my shoulder. I felt a little bit uncomfortable, and asked her if she wanted something to drink. She shook her head.

“All I wanna do is to sit right here next to you,” she said.

She looked at me and smiled her fairly charming smile. I must admit that I started to get a excited. I’m an introvert eremite. It doesn’t happen very often that a woman visits my place.

“Where did you get all your money from?” she asked.

“I don’t have a lot of money.”

“You had enough to buy this apartment. What are you working with?”

“I’m a math teacher at the university,” I said. I didn’t mention the money I inherited from my late Uncle Otto.

“Math was my worst subject in school,” she said, “I never understood all this stuff about pi and things like that, but it’s good that you do.”

She had no more to say,  and neither did I. 

We sat there in silence for a while. Suddenly, she got up and started to explore the apartment, almost like she did a few weeks earlier at the showing with the realtor. She opened the door to the balcony, and went outside to breathe the warm summer air, and enjoy the view of the fjord.  Then she looked at the books in my shelf, before she ran to the bathroom.

I was still hungry (since I didn’t get my kebab), and opened the fridge to find something to eat. I made myself a sandwich with cheese and salami, and opened a can of beer.I sat down by the kitchen table to eat it.

She was gone for quite some time, and after I while I started to wonder where she was. Maybe she fell a sleep in the bathroom? After all, it was an hour or two after midnight, and she was a little bit drunk. Or maybe she was checking out the sauna and taking a shower? I waited for a while, five minutes ten minutes. Then I gently knocked the door to the bathroom. No answer. I opened the door and looked inside. Nobody was there. There was only one more place where she could possibly be.

I opened the door to my bedroom and went in. Her clothes was thrown over the chair in the corner, with her bra and panties on the top of the pile. She was in the bed, in my bed, under my blanket. Only her head was sticking out. Suddenly, she pulled the blanket to the side, and spread her legs. I looked into this warm, soft and wet that only a woman can offer.

“Lick me,” she said, with a voice that was both seducing and commanding.

Like an obedient dog, I climbed into the bed, and dived in between her legs. I  let my tongue slide around between the folds she has down there. Kissing lips is kissing lips, no matter where they are located. She twisted and moaned under my face. I must admit that I liked the salty taste of her oyster, and that this act excited me quite a lot. After all, I’m just a man. However, this incident came to define our relationship, and the rank between us. She was the autocratic ruler, I was the submissive minion, obeying every command from my master.

The next morning, I lay in my bed watching her. She came out of the bathroom with a big towel wrapped around her body. She dropped the towel, and turned her big butt against me. It was a nice butt, for sure.  She picked up her clothes from the chair in the corner, and got dressed. Then she disappeared from my bedroom. When I heard the front door was closed and locked, I thought that she walked out of my life for good.

Unfortunately, I was wrong. 

To be continued ...