Enthralled, Nicolas looked on. His visitor now climbed out of the car and stretched, her top riding up to show off her perfectly flat midriff and bellybutton. She didn't seem to have noticed Nicolas watching. He gazed on, his heart starting to thump, as she ambled round to the back of the car.
That was when she saw him.
Nicolas saw Cherry direct a big smile straight at him, then raised her left hand with her fingers splayed. Five minutes. Nicolas gave her a thumbs up, and kept watching her. Why did she need five minutes? he thought.
He got an immediate answer as she turned her back and lifted the tailgate of the Peugeot. Cherry's jeans-clad bottom stuck out as she rummaged around in the back of the car. Her jeans, without a belt, had ridden down her body so that Nicolas caught sight of a red fishtail at the top of her underwear. Cherry fished out a pair of boots and a bottle of something, which she placed on the ground. Perching on the rear bumper of the car, she kicked off her trainers and eased into the boots, zipping them up and then looking up at Nicolas with a big grin.
Finally, she walked round to the passenger door and picked out her handbag.
Was he imagining it, or had she just been exaggerating the wiggle of her bum? Nicolas thought, as his destiny approached the front door.
Bing -bong
Nicolas was already at the door, his heart racing and his mouth dry. He yanked it open.
There she stood. Cherry.
Oh, he'd seen her “official” International Vore Competition photo a few times on the news, but she'd been wearing sunglasses and had refused to show her face on the vore websites. Didn't want vore mixing with her daily life, she'd explained on the messageboards.
So this was the first time he'd really seen what she looked like. And Cherry was a stunning woman. Long blonde hair, down to her shoulders, which Nicolas wasn't to know she'd spent some time straightening earlier that evening. Blue jeans he'd already checked. Plain white sleeveless top. Nice curvy breasts, not too big. A neckplace and pendant. Striking big round earrings. A dimpled chin.
And a huge, big smile, showing off her perfect white teeth.
“Mind if I come in?” Cherry asked, her head on one side, beaming. She knew the effect she had on people.
“Er, yes, sorry, how rude of me” stuttered Nicolas. He held the door wide open as Cherry stepped over the threshhold into the wide atrium - hallway area. She slipped an arm round his shoulders and leaned her head down to peck him on the cheek.
She was taller than him. The boots helped, but Cherry was a tall girl anyway, just under six feet and now she seemed to tower over Nicolas. The shrinking hadn't even started and she was bigger than her prey.
“Shall I just go through, then?” Cherry asked. She thrust the bottle into Nicolas's grasp. “I thought this might be welcome. A little drink usually helps move things on”, she smiled.
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