The Dirty Old Resident: Part 3

The Dirty Old Resident: Part 3


Meranda’s heels click as she walks to the small studio apartment door and takes a deep breath Slowly opens the door and see’s that big grin of Pauls, he was wearing a very nice black suit with a blue tie and he had flowers in his hands. He smiles “for you my dear” handing them to her as she can’t help but smile. Oh….thank you Paul…As she turns and walks to the kitchen sink and opens the cabinet underneath pulls a vase out and begins filling it with water.

After putting the flowers in it she turns around and bumps into the much bigger Paul. Her large breasts damn near pop out of the small tight dress that she was given to wear. He smiles and takes a step back admiring the curvy redheads body before speaking, “oh yes this will do just fine… She didn’t know what he meant and was honestly to creeped out to ask.

He extends his arm at an angle, “sha’ll we?” He smiles and Meranda reluctantly extends her hand as he leads her out of the apartment.

The man definitley had style she thinks as they are driving to what he described as “the perfect icebreaker” whatever the fuck that meant. He drove a brand new Lincoln Navigator with nice leather seats in it. She is looking out the window when she feels his hand on her knee moving up and down slowly. For whatever reason she takes it in her hand and holds it tightly.

Downtown area was so beautiful at night, she thinks as they pull up to some fancy Italian place called “Osteria del Mondo”. They pull up front and a man in a red vest walks up quickly and opens Pauls door for him, another comes to her door and opens it extending his hand for her. She smiles reaching for it as she steps out.

She can feel the valets eyes on her as she stands on the passenger side of the car waiting for Paul. She tries to ignore it but she knows that the damn dress probably wasn’t leaving much for the imagination. Paul walks around and extends his arm again and she takes it as the front doors are open for them.

It was by far the nicest restaraunt she had ever been in. Old Italian music played, waiters and waitresses walking around everywhere, they stop at a smiling hostess who greets Paul “right this way Mr. Forrelli we’ve been expecting you” so that was his last name Meranda thinks to herself.

They are seated at a booth with comfy leather seats, it’ s silent for a moment before Paul takes her hands in his tightly. Smiling as he looks at her ” you look absolutely stunning my dear, I thought I was going to have to put that pervert valet in his place for staring at my woman”. She smiles after he say’s “his woman” the fuck is wrong with her!? She looks around at the restaraunt again ” Paul…. this place is amazing, thank you for bringing me here”. He smiles at her again, oh think nothing of it! Nothing but the finest for you my dear!

A good meal and a few bottles of wine and she can feel herself getting tipsy, she starts making bad decisions as she finds herself on his side of the booth rubbing up in his leg and kissing him passionately on his lips.