Lila emerged from the shopping mall, laden down with bags. She awkwardly shifted them to her left hand, hailing a cab. One pulled in front of her almost immediately and she gratefully slid in, placing her bags beside her on the seat. She buckled her seatbelt and lay back, sighing.
"Tired?" asked the cab driver, glancing at her in the rearview mirror.
Lila smiled wearily. "It's been a long day."
The cab driver smiled knowingly, "Where to?"
"45 Hurlington Street," Lila answered mechanically, gazing out the window as the cab driver pulled out from the curb and eased into traffic.

Lila climbed out of the cab, tossed a few bills to the driver and lugged her bags out of the cab. She made her way up the steps to her apartment building and smiled at Isaac as he opened the door for her.
"Hello Isaac," Lila chirped cheerfully. "How are you?"
Isaac smiled politely, "Fine, thank you Miss Lila. Busy day I see?" He inquires, eyeing her many packages.
Lila smiled. "Just enjoying a rare holiday. Any mail for me?" She asks, digging into her purse for the keys to her apartment, juggling the bags.
Isaac paused for a moment, then glanced towards Jacob at the desk. "I believe a package arrived for you."
Lila pulled her keys from her purse at last, then surveyed Isaac. "A package... for me?" She wondered aloud, trying to remember if it was her birthday, or anything like that. She made her way to Jacob, still thinking and accepted the package. She walked slowly to the elevator, stepped in and pressed the button for Level 3.

Lila walked to apartment 3E in a daze, unlocked it, dropped her bags on the floor, closed the door and collapsed on the couch with her package. She sat up and tugged off the ribbon carefully, setting it aside. She lifted the top of the box and picked up a single red rose. She sniffed it, smiling and set it aside.
Lila then peered at the tissue paper. She unfolded it carefully, gasping as she pulled out a beautiful blue silk nightgown with a matching robe. She judged them both to be around knee-length and placed them beside her on the couch. Then she noticed the note.
Lila hesitated for a moment before picking up the note. Unfolding it carefully, she read

Lila,
You do not know me as well as I you... but you will after tonight. Wear this and go to apartment 8B at 10 o'clock. Don't be late.

Lila set the note down, intrigued. She glanced at her watch. 8 o'clock. She shivered with anticipation and grabbed the clothing, making her way into her bathroom. She fills the tub with warm water and sweet-smelling salts, climbing in and relaxing. She closes her eyes, sighing blissfully as the water soothed her aching muscles.
She climbed out of the water half an hour later, feeling rejuvenated and relaxed. She dried herself off carefully, then reached for her razor and carefully shaved along her pussy lips, running her fingers through her trimmed blonde curls. She sets down the razor, sitting down on the bathroom rug.
Lila parts her legs carefully, sliding her hands up and down her silken thighs. She then moves her hands up to her creamy breasts, squeezing and kneading her firm 36C's, pinching at her nipples until they stand hard and erect from her chest. She squeezes her right breast firmly, leaning forward to flick her tongue over her nipples. She moans, arching back, her left hand sliding between her thighs. She allows her fingertips to flutter across her hard clit, then plunges two fingers into her depths, crying out with pleasure. She bucks her hips up to her fingers, tongue flicking over her nipples. She slides a third finger into herself, her thumb rubbing over her clit. She moans loudly, shuddering into an orgasm.
Lila lies on the rug, fingers still buried in her slit. She moans as she pulls her fingers from between her thighs, eyeing them as they drip with her juices. She reaches for a towel to clean herself, then reconsiders and spreads the juices over her nipples, licking the rest of it off. She stands, eyeing herself critically. Her thighs are glistening with her recent orgasm, pink pussy lips pouting out from beneath the trimmed blonde curls. She eyes her creamy white breasts, topped with candy pink nipples. She grabs the nightgown and pulls it on, admiring the way the blue sets off her pale skin. She reaches for her panties, then pauses and decides to go without.
Lila reaches for her brush and brushes out her silky blonde curls, admiring the way they tumble to her shoulders. She then reaches for her mascara, glances at herself critically, finally deciding her wide green eyes don't need anything. She applies a sheer gloss to her generous mouth and surveys herself. She pinches her nipples through her nightgown, smiling at the way they stand out in the silk. She pulls on the robe, slips on her slides and takes a deep breath. She grabs her keys, the note and glances at her watch. 9:54. She takes a deep breath, opens the door, steps out and locks it.
She sighs loudly, glancing at the elevator behind her. "There's no turning back now."

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"I can resist anything - but Temptation."
- Oscar Wilde.