Come to the party

It was Saturday and all the other bois had plans. I was alone in our rental home. I decided to dress up and go out. I put on panties, a bra and cami. All matching black. I put on eye liner, shadow and mascara, lightly. Lip liner and lipstick. I was going to wear jeans so I kept the makeup barely noticeable. A silk shirt and kitten heel boots completed the outfit. I tied my shoulder length red hair up in a pony tail. I looked more like a feminine guy and I wasn't trying to pass.

I walked to a bar nearby and ordered a beer. A man came in, sat down and ordered a beer. I felt him staring at me. I moved to a PacMan game and started playing. Suddenly he was beside me, smiling and asking if he could challenge me. I said Ok. He paid for us both for the next game. He bought both of us another beer and chatted me up. I was 20, he was 47. I felt flattered that an older man found me attractive.

He was charming and witty. He made me laugh. I admit I was a bit taken with his charm. He invited me to a party at his apartment complex. I knew I didn't know him well enough and declined but he wouldn't take no for an answer, but very nicely. I ended up getting my car and following him home. At the apartments it seemed the party hadn't started. He invited me into his apartment to "make some calls and see what was going on". I told him no but again he charmed me and I went in laughing at his small talk.

Once inside he made us drinks, cosmos no less. He turned on the TV and asked me to sit on the couch. He sat near me and made some calls. He soon put the phone down and apologized that no one was answering and was so sorry to drag me over when the party seemed to be cancelled. When I attempted to leave he offered another drink, with that charming smile. I folded and soon we were deep in conversation. He seemed so sophisticated I was swept off my feet. His hand strayed to my thigh. I got as far as "please don't" when he leaned in and kissed me, hungrily. His tongue quickly entered my mouth. His hand grasped the back of my neck. I pushed against his chest with both hands, he pulled me closer. My resistance collapsed and he squeezed me tight, his hands roaming, feeling, kneading. He unbuttoned my shirt and slipped it off before I knew what he was doing. I was breathless in his arms.