yes, Mother give it to me

"So, tonight? Dinner at the Rouge?"

"Sure."

**********

Mona knocked at Henry's door with a calm confidence. When he opened the door in pajamas and a Black Sabbath tee, she thought he had forgotten their date. Her indignation softened as he explained himself.

"I'll be ready to go in a bit, Mona." He fixed her a whiskey on the rocks and apologized for getting caught up in something personal. "I just got a bit distracted. I'll be right out."

"Take your time," she assured him, admiring his physique as he walked away. His hips swayed a bit and she drank in the image of his round ass peeking out the top of his PJs. There didn't seem to be a trace of hair on him, just cool, clear skin and more curves than a bowl of soft serve.

Henry disappeared into his bedroom for the next half hour. During that time, Mona helped herself to a few more drinks, not enough to get drunk but enough to make her seek out the bathroom. She closed the door behind her and tried to navigate her way to the toilet without touching any of the used panties littering the floor. At first she thought nothing of it, save a bit of judgment towards his messy roommate, but when she tried to knock the panties resting the toilet seat onto the floor, she was shocked to find cum leaking out of them. There was something else, in addition to the strong odor, something like...lube? She followed her nose toward the shower and pulled back the curtain to find a recently used vibrator smearing KY jelly against the side of the tub. What had Henry gotten up to?

"That perv!" she thought, eyebrows knitted in erotic surprise. "Stealing her panties and cumming in them!"

She bit her lip, mind wandering to ever naughtier fantasies. Henry emerged from his bedroom soon after dressed in a commanding dark blue suit he seemed very uncomfortable wearing.

For her part, Mona wore a sleek black dress and a matching pair of fuck-me pumps.

"Call me ambitious," she had thought.

The date was a casual kind of formal.