A Real Date

Benji

The rain stopped by Thursday afternoon and the whole city seemed grateful for it. Everyone was out and about later that night when I left my place to go pick up Charlie from her apartment.

She was waiting for me outside at the curb.

The girl had no idea how absolutely stunning she was. She was immune to the looks that men passing by on the sidewalk gave her. Hell, women checked her out, too. Some of those looks were envious of course, but some were appreciative, and I couldn’t blame them for looking.

And I was the lucky bastard who got to take her out tonight.

After parking the truck, I got out and walked around to greet her on the sidewalk. She had on a tight black dress that went down to the middle of her thighs. Beneath the dress were sheer black nylons that disappeared in the black sky-high ankle boots she had on. Her calves, sheer muscle, stood out and dared a man to keep his eyes and his hands to himself. Charlie was a strong woman. I’d seen and felt first hand just how st