Seen by a Stranger
by Jonathan Eddington
Lisa sighed as her apartment door clicked closed behind her. As blind dates go, it had not been a complete disaster, but it was pretty close. The moment she had seen him her pulse had raced as she drank in his strong, rugged features. Lisa had gone over to him, thankful she had gone for a 'sultry temptress' look, already fantasising about what they might get up to later.
Unfortunately, he was more interested in telling Lisa about the deals he was making at work, his flash cars, large house, and just how rich he was. Realising she could barely get a word in, she had learnt forward giving him a great view of her deep cleavage. Annoyingly, though his eyes had fixed there, he carried on talking about his expensive trips abroad, instead of flirting. Leaning back, Lisa had crossed her long slender legs giving him plenty of opportunity to see her stocking tops and suspenders. Still he bored her with lengthy details about his plans for his future, even when she allowed him a long gaze at her tiny black thong. He may have enjoyed what he had seen, but showed no interest in anything but himself.
In the end, Lisa had made her escape while he was in the toilet. That was the last time she would let her best friend Anna try and fix her up.
Now in her room, Lisa kicked off her heels, and sat on the end of her bed rubbing her aching toes. Something caught her eye outside. It must have been the curtains swaying in the open window of the opposite apartment. It had been empty for a while, but apparently not any more. For a few moments Lisa watched, wondering if for once she needed to close her curtains, but nothing else moved.
Anyway, if someone was watching, they could only see Lisa's top half over the window sill. Squeezing her breasts together, Lisa remembered the poor response her cleavage had got from her date. Maybe she was no longer attractive, and that was why he was not interested. It had been over a year since...
Lisa shook her head, dispersing her negative thoughts. It was no good over analysing and needlessly depressing herself. The guy was a dick, pure and simple, and she had made a lucky escape. Standing up, Lisa shrugged off her suit jacket, and unfastened the matching short skirt. Leaning forward to step out and remove it, she again thought she saw something. This time Lisa did not stop to check. If someone is there, then at least she has their attention. A tingle of nerves and excitement ran through her. Dare she show more?
