>>59577287Allow me.
It has been a long day of work at your local market, at least not a boring one because Layla has been constantly teasing you through messages and, in a sense, keeping you company and stopping you from feeling lonely at the cash register, some of her texts were a little bit too much even for you, but it's understandable, as you go up the stairs up to the fifth floor where she told you to meet her you convince yourself that both of you are nervous, because you were able to notice in some of the audios that she sent you some high tones that Layla normally doesn't have, and you were also taking your time to respond carefully while in work. But all of that lies on the past now, as you approach the door to give a confident knock, expecting her to let you in...
You take a deep breath while waiting, not knowing if it were seconds or minutes that you were nervously trying to pull yourself together, it was going to be a good night, so you didn't want to mess anything up on such occasion, the wait was ended when you started to hear some rowdy keys almost crashing with the door lock in their way, after some seconds the door is open for you and there she is, in a black long dress with a faint blush on her face, Layla, you cannot avoid smiling after seeing her and how good she looks for tonight, she tells you to come in and without delay you do so.
After some simple chitchat, some jokes and pokes at each other about the whole conversation you had been having all day long, you excuse yourself to the back and get ready to dinner with a good shower, removing from you all possible odor and spraying yourself down in some cheap cologne + deodorant that you found the other day when "shopping" for tonight. With your hair not completely dry you go out of the bathroom releasing to the whole department some mist and telling her that you are, now, really ready.
Both of you sit down to eat some simple pasta that Layla cooked, and while you are getting comfortable on your seat she rapidly says that "There was something missing in the table!" and goes to the kitchen to seach for something, it takes a minute for her to return with a bottle of red wine that almost amazes you, because she never mentioned there was going to be drinking involved tonight, but that you still welcome and drink of, there are two long cups that served, and while you start to eat she cannot avoid chugging down the first cup she was served, while you hear again that so tempting thing... "I'm not a child, don't worry! I know what I'm doing, I can hold my liquor properly!" You want to push her buttons and see how she reacts, so you tell her that there is no problem and that she can do whatever she wants as the adult that she is. Both of you take your time eating, you try to not get so intoxicated because you already know what the biggest consequence of doing so will be, so you only take two cups, but the rest of the whole, one liter, bottle is drank in the span of an hour by her. She sometimes makes remarks that it's like blood, so it does nothing to her, that she is accustomed to it, and that you really do not need to worry, but you cannot help yourself from thinking if encouraging her behavior that was good thing... As both of you remained facing each other in the table, not a really long one, you start finding that Layla has started to poke you and play with your legs almost in a childish manner under the table while trying to keep her serious face, and sometimes chuckling as she touches you down there for a second and you unavoidably blush because of that, until you also decide to respond, and while trying to just play with her you foot ends in her private zone too, which she responds with almost pushing herself off the table and standing up almost completely red, thing that makes something in you go completely rampant, and while she tries to compose herself back you stand up and, without a regard if she will notice how you are down there, give her a strong hug... which is corresponded, and as a way to try and stay "on top" she tells you that it's time to go to the room, escalating all that simple thing faster than what you ever anticipated.
Holding her hand you follow her and contemplate her body from behind while she drives the both of you to her bed, her slime lines, her delicate arms and legs, her nicely formed ass... she presents to you in a very rapid manner her room, a very... pastel toned? place, with a single bed full of pillows, plushies, and very tidied blankets, while you sit down with your mind going at miles per second, she sits next to you and, while blushing, puts her hand in your crotch with a smile on her face as if trying to tell you that she won, and letting things flow by how she wants you let her do the rest, you just lay down and she goes over you, placing her hips almost in your face, moment in which you understand why she blushed...
