This was not exactly the most grand situation for you, Deborah was not exactly the most attentive person so anyone she was setting you up on a blind date with was a complete wild card in terms of what they would look like as well as what their personality was like. That meant the only thing you could do was prepare for a date somewhere between completely casual to fancy dinner party. It was actually maddening trying to decide what you should wear and you only just barely got ready by the time you heard the click of heels outside of your box apartment. Before you could go and check of course the apartments on top of yours that still had guys in them started whistling and ‘cat calling’ whoever had walked up. Probably not loud enough for her to actually hear but it was easy enough for you. She must be really beautiful to get them up in arms like that since hot girls walked by pretty much all the time.
You usually didn’t want to assume, after all it could easily be someone else but you figured that getting ahead of an extreme knocking would be best. You opened the door and the site that greeted you was a far cry from the heels you were expecting to be waiting to knock, the woman was squat down so as to use her hand to knock which meant that her very short dress did not hide her underwear from you, it wasn’t quite a thong but the panties were small enough that her ass had basically eaten the back. Your eyes traveled up past tan legs to see that she was also large up top valleys of cleavage spilling over her knees and a cute face framed with long brown hair. It was impossible to tell how old she was but if you had to guess she couldn’t be much older than you, maybe a year or two? She noticed you as she was reaching down. “Ah, you must be Anthony” She stopped going to knock and instead picked you up.
“Ah, well um, yeh I’m Anthony, but Mom didn’t tell me your name.” You scratched the back of your head.
“Aww, well Debby did say it was a Blind date. I’m Angelica. My friends call me Angie but my close friends call me gelli.” You would have asked why but immediately after saying that she used her still open, with you in it, dominant hand to give her ass a heavy smack. You were stuck to it when she pulled her hand away and it jiggled from the smack. “Get it?” she asked and then suddenly realized what she just did. “Oh, no wait I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean it like that.” She cried, rubbing her hand across the expanse of her rear before finding you and peeling you off. When you didn’t respond immediately because of being flattened she looked like she was about to start crying. “Oh god, I ruined it already. I just wanted to be flirty and I squished you and now you hate me.” You popped back to shape and immediately went to console her.
“Hey hey, Angelica I don’t hate you I was just a little flat.” You patted her hand a little, sure she had squished you but she had probably planned that line in advance. Plus, you looked down at her dress, straining to contain her voluminous curves and back to her face, done up with some light touches of make-up, it would be hard for you to deny your interest unless she made a habit of that kind of thing. She was still sniffling a little,
“Really? You still want to go on a date with me?” She asked with a decidedly hopeful tone to her voice.
“Of course! I’d hardly begrudge a girl after just one little accident. I just hope the rest of the date goes a bit smoother. What do you say, want to go out with me, Gelli?” You hoped to build her back up a little bit by using the nickname she gave herself but her emotions seemed to take a one-eighty when you said it.
“Yes! Let’s go!” She seemed very happy now that you had assured her you weren’t just going to ditch her. “Oh, sorry no pockets.” She said half apologetically placing you in the middle of her cleavage and unlike your mother usually, managed not to push your head down as well. Your body was enveloped in the warm soft masses on either side not quite crushing you and in fact besides being mildly sweaty it was rather comfortable with her heart beat thumping rapidly rather than rhythmically.
That only left the question of where you were headed…
It’s a fancy restaurant called ‘Le Parc’, Angelica chose it because it is loaded with accommodations for tinies.
It’s a Club called ‘Wicked Step’, it’s a little crowded but she loves the venue lots of girls dancing and alcohol
It’s a… House! She’s planning on having the whole date at her place.
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