She knows! I’ll go into greater detail soon but yesterday, I was able to calm down my fiancee and put her at ease. She was freaking out quite a bit, which, you know, is understandable.
But anyway… now that that part is over, up next is a more in depth conversation about the whole affair. At least the ice is broken.
Picking up from where I left off, I was sitting home alone late one night while both of my old roommates were away for the week. Late one night, it must have been a week day night, I was sitting around the apartment still dressed (thong and bra with newly acquired breastforms, short jean shorts, form-fitting color block spandex tank, and a pair of my newly acquired high heels!), and got the urge to do something crazy.
I know it had to be absolutely incredibly late (like 400am late) because I never would have done this otherwise, but I opened my apartment door and peeked out into the hallway. No one there. I looked to my right, saw the door to the exit stair and took a few steps out of my apartment. I slowly turned the handle and pushed the door open. Before I stepped into the stairwell, I listened for footsteps, but heard none.
I pressed onward… slowly stepping down the stairs to the basement level. The large chunky high heels made their trademark clank on the metal stairs as I continued, but I still didn’t hear anything or anyone else. I got down to the basement level and turned down the long hallway towards the side exit, my heels again clicking as my stride sped up and developed rhythm. I approached the door to the outside world and hesitated. My heart was racing, part nervous from what I was about to do and part excited from the look and feel of my clothes and the sound of my high heels so far.
This side exit door would sometimes get stuck on the door jamb and stay party open enough so you could re-enter. That was my plan, but if it failed I would have to submit and enter the building through the main or rear entrance. The chance of being caught was exponentially higher at those two entrances, so I was scared if something went wrong. But still, I continued…
I pushed the door open, peeked outside and saw no cars moving and no people anywhere. I took a step outside and slowly guided the door to its resting spot against the jamb, still partially open. I did a quick scan of the surroundings and didn’t see any lights on inside any apartments in my building or the others in the complex, and I started to walk. That’s all that I really wanted to do, anyway. Just walk.
I followed the concrete sidewalk around to the back of the building, continued around two wings and up the hill on the other side. Approaching the front of the building now, I was coming up to the main drive around the whole complex as well as a driveway that led to a small spur of parking between a few of the buildings. I turned down the drive to head towards the front of my building, planning on walking past and back down the hill towards the door I had used to step outside. That’s when I saw my shadow creep out in front of me and slowly grow longer and darker. A car was coming behind me…
The feeling I had was unreal… for the whole time up until then, I was excited, turned on, and totally aroused. But when I realized what was happening, I freaked out. I picked up my pace down the hill, past the main entrance to my building. Behind me, I can hear the car coming but just before I feel it’s going to pass me, it turns off the main drive down the spur between buildings. A wave of relief comes over me as I feel I went unnoticed, and then I heard it. beep beeeep. There were two short honks on the horn from the car before it disappeared around the building and I knew that they were directed at me.
Who were they honking at? Were they honking at me? Oh dear god… they saw me. Wait, they saw me. And honked!
The feelings of fear quickly subsided and I became excited again almost instantly. That someone had seen me, albeit from behind, but still felt that a honk was appropriate was such a turn-on, I felt accomplished, but even more so, sexy. The last few hundred yards to the door, I slowed my pace again and began to walk with a bit more confidence. I reached the door and moved quickly through the hallway and up the stairs to my apartment, still a bit nervous of being caught face to face by a complete stranger.
When I got into my apartment though, I ran to my room, kicked off my shoes, and went straight to bed with a smile on my face.
