Lila pressed the UP button for the elevator and stepped back, waiting patiently for the doors to open. She jumps when they swing open almost immediately, glancing around and stepping inside. She reaches her hand out to press the button for Level 8, then pauses, breaking out into a cold sweat. This is absurd, Lila thought to herself. I'm standing here in what can only be described as nightwear, going to meet a stranger because of some stupid note? She glanced down at the note in question, then straightened, pressing the button firmly.

Lila clutched the note harder in her hand, stepping out of the elevator reluctantly, tip-toeing down the hall until she stops in front of Room 8B. She glances around, raising her hand, poised to knock and hesitates. Her mind races and then she takes a deep breath, knocking firmly three times. "This is it," She murmurs under her breath.

Suddenly the door swung open and Lila jumped, peering into the room and not seeing anyone. She takes a step into the apartment, glancing around and noticing a pair of men's training shoes tossed carelessly beside the couch. She sighs gratefully, a hint to the mysterious person's identity given at last. She takes another step in, eyeing the slightly messy bachelor bad, the black leather seats, large television and expensive-looking sound system.

Then the door slammed shut behind her. Lila spun around, walking curiously to the now closed door. "The door..." She says aloud, after not noticing anyone around the door. Her fingertips trace the doorknob slowly. She then wonders aloud, "It closed itself? But then, how did it open?"

"Because I opened it."

Lila jumped again, hand clutching at her heart. She stiffens as she notices the voice. It was warm, seemingly open, and one she heard everyday. She turned slowly, eyes travelling up to look into his eyes. "Isaac."

Isaac stood a few feet away from her, arms folded across his chest. Lila took the time to allow her eyes to wander over his body. She hid a smile as she glanced at his black Daffy Duck boxers. She noted his strong, muscular legs, his broad shoulders leading to a tapered waist and his muscular arms, imagining them wrapped around her as he thrusted into her wildly. Her eyes fastened on his groin, wondering what he was like down there...

"Didn't anyone ever tell you it was impolite to stare?" Isaac asked, a tone of amusement in his voice. Lila blushed right down to the roots of her hair, tearing her eyes from his groin and gazing into his deep, blue eyes underneath his short black hair. Isaac smiled again, showing white even teeth. "My turn then."

Lila stopped blushing at his remark, watching where his eyes roam. He starts from the bottom, his legs travelling up her calves, smiling at the blue silk nightgown and robe, eyeing her crotch. Lila began to tremble, her pussy wettening slightly in anticipation. He moved his eyes up to her nipples, smiling as they poke out of the silk. He then looks into her eyes, "Would you like a drink?"

Taking a deep breath to calm herself down, Lila nods, making her way to the couch and sitting down, folding her legs underneath her. "Yes please."

"I'm afraid I only have wine..." Isaac admits as he makes his way to the kitchen. Lila listens to the gentle clinking of glasses and the sound of the refrigerator door as it is opened and closed. Isaac then reappears, holding two wine glasses in his left hand and a wine bottle in his right, still smoking slightly from being opened. "Is white alright?" Isaac asks, sitting beside her on the couch.

Lila nods nervously, shifting on the leather couch, moving slightly closer to Isaac. She watches him pour the glass, filling them up three-quarters of the way, then handing her the glass. He gently clinks his glass against hers, then lifts it to his lips and takes a sip. Lila smiles, taking a sip of the sweet wine, then turning to face him, holding the wine glass in her right hand.

Isaac glanced at Lila, a smile playing on his lips. His eyes slide down to her still hard nipples, licking his lower lip and tilting his head, allowing his tongue to flick over her left nipple, bathing it in his hot saliva. Lila moans and arches back, pressing her breasts forward to him. Isaac responds by sucking her left nipple deep into his mouth. Lila moans loudly with pleasure, her crotch dampening, thighs getting slick with her juices. Isaac then pulls away, grinning and eyeing the way the thin, wet silk clings to her hard nipple. Lila opens her eyes, looking at Isaac and setting her wine glass down carefully.

Isaac then set his glass down also, smiling at her and leaning forward, kissing her hungrily.

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