With everything done I filled out the invoice and she whipped out a credit card and settled on the spot. I like that type of customer.
I also found that I liked her. She’d kept out of the way and let me work, which is something not all customers do. She was petite and what I considered to be very attractive. Hazel eyes, fair hair, and a svelte figure. Very attractive indeed.
With my tools all packed away and the account settled there was only one thing left to do.
“You, Yvonne Peterson, are a very attractive young lady. I’d like to undress you and make love to you. Will that be alright?”
“OK,” she said, smiling happily.
OK? She said OK? I was stunned. I’d expected a smiling refusal at most, ranging up to a horrified denunciation at worst. A happy smile and agreement was completely off the charts. What do you do in a situation like this? Personally, I decided to start taking off her clothes and see what happened. Reaching out I started undoing the buttons on her blouse.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Now I was really confused. Had she agreed or not? It certainly sounded as if she had.
“I’m starting to undress you,” I explained. “I have to do that before I make love to you.”
“But aren’t you going to take me to the bedroom first?”
And give her a chance to have second thoughts? No way known.
“Ah, no. Why bother?” I was pulling her blouse apart as I spoke.
“But won’t you want to use the bed?”
I flicked open the catch on her skirt, letting it drop, leaving her in panties and bra and a becoming blush.
“Not really,” I replied to her question. “I think you’ll find we can do marvellously right where we are. You’re very lovely you know. Why don’t you finish taking your things off?”
Having me undress her wasn’t really committing her to anything. She could easily change her mind. Her taking off her own undies was a commitment, and she’d find it a lot harder to back off. She’d feel foolish if she did. A lot of people do things they shouldn’t for fear of seeming to be foolish or afraid.
Her blush deepened and she was nibbling on her lip. She was also reaching behind her to unhook her bra. It dropped and her panties followed and she stood there, still blushing, with her hands covering her vital spots. Not for long. I took her hands and moved them to her sides, leaving her nicely exposed.
“Oh, yes,” I said, my approval plain in my voice. “Very lovely. An exquisite delight to look upon.”
It never hurts to repeat how lovely a woman looks.
I reached up and gently stroked the sides of her breasts. She made a small gasping sound and her nipples puckered up, pointing at me. I promptly teased them, rolling them around under my thumbs. For some reason she looked a trifle confused.
“Something wrong?” I asked.
“Ah, no, no,” she said quickly, but she didn’t sound completely sure. I wondered if she was changing her mind. I gave a mental shrug. Time would tell.
Seeing her nipples were standing out so proudly it would have been wrong not to give them the attention they deserved. I bent my head and started sucking lightly on one, letting my tongue and teeth rasp against it. Then I switched and did the same to the other one.