Stalking My Willing Prey
I decided to be aggressive, as is my typical mode with a guy like this, and made sure I went out to get my mail when he was jogging by the next day. So, he came up to me, finally stopped moving, and introduced himself. He apologized for being sweaty and I just told him it looked good on him and he blushed. There I was, in a sexy robe that wasn’t sheer, but the cloth belt was very loose. I made sure of that so that he could get a load of my bountiful cleavage. I giggled when I noticed he was trying to stutter through a conversation while staring below my belt, hoping to get a free peek beyond the fringe of my panties. I asked him if he remembered where a woman’s eyes were located and he started apologizing and trying to play it off by saying an old girlfriend had the same robe. Yeah, right!
I then confirmed that he was single, not that it mattered much to me, and he again blushed as I subtly licked my lips and then I walked back up to my front door while he stammered out a “nice to meet you”. I just did the old hair flip and gave him my evil grin over my shoulder without saying a word. I thought, this guy is so much putty in my hands right now. I think I am going to enjoy stretching out his torture. It will be a battle of his shy pride and my patience in waiting to pounce on my prey.