Predators: The Stalking

The water flowed and candles flickered; the sweet scent of lavender filled the air. I walked in with a towel wrapped around my naked body, more than ready to enjoy a nice, relaxing bath. As my toe touched the water, my cell phone rang.   “Hello,” I answered, obviously annoyed.   “Hey Mia! I’m not feeling too good. I need a lay — and of course my favorite wingman. Can you be ready in an hour?” Max sounded serious.   “Give me two, I was about to take a bath.”     “Ok, meet you down at Combos Club at 9:30.” He hung up.   I placed my cell phone on the counter and slowly climbed into the tub. I started to think back to when I first met Maximilliano, in a bar about five years ago. We were both feeling down and after sharing a couple of beers we ended up fucking in the bar bathroom, then again in his car, and once more outside my apartment. He was a Ankara escort bayan wonderful lover, well endowed, and great looking. He stood about 5’10, with a slim muscular build, short black hair, golden brown skin, large deep black eyes, and a smile that could melt butter. His Italian heritage was clear. We tried for a while to have a relationship, but after a couple of arguments decided to give up on the relationship and remain “fuck buddies.” This worked well for us, and we often trolled the bars in hopes to find a sexy lady willing to join us for some fun.   I got out of the bath, dried off, and applied moisturizer to my slim body. I tossed my hair and applied mousse and hairspray. After browsing in my closet for a while I decided on a short pink dress. The strapless design had a loop bust center; the mid-section had a drape center that swooped to the banded hem and left very Escort Balgat little to the imagination. I threw the dress on the bed and got on my knees to look for matching shoes. “I really should invest in one of those shoe racks,” I thought to myself. After digging through half a dozen shoe boxes I found the perfect pair, some 6” white stiletto heel strappy lace-ups. No need for a bra – my breasts were nice and perky 32C’s – and I had stopped wearing underwear years ago. I looked at the clock – 9:15pm. Fuck, I was late. I ran into the bathroom and applied a little blush, lip gloss, and mascara. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed a hairpin with a big white flower attached. Smiling, I placed it neatly in my hair. Taking one last look in my full length mirror, I bit my lower lip.   “I’m one hot bitch!” I said out loud. I grabbed my keys and sprinted to my car.   I pulled Batıkent escort into the parking lot and saw Max leaning against his BMW, smoking a cigarette. He was wearing a black silk shirt, black dress pants and white alligator belt, with matching alligator shoes. He was sizzling! I parked across from him, and he walked over to meet me.   “Wow, Mia! Lei sguardo bella stasera,” he purred.   “I have no clue what that means but it sounds hot!” I whispered as I walked towards him.   Then I noticed that he wasn’t smoking a cigarette; it was actually some “herbal medicine.” I breathed in, and licked my lips. He reached out and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulled me close, took a big puff, and blew it in my face. I opened my mouth and took all of it in.   “Mmm… let me hit it Max,” I begged. He looked at me and smiled, handing over the joint. I took a big puff and passed it back.   “Mia, Mia, Mia, bella… There’s something I’ve been wondering ever since I saw you sauntering towards me.” He reached under my dressed and rubbed my shaved pussy. “I knew it!” he said with a smile on his face.   I smiled and we walked hand in hand into the club.