Then, she examined herself in the mirror, pleased with how she looked. This was fun. She was enjoying herself. …She wanted to be downstairs now to see the look at his face. So, finally, she stepped into a pair of black 4 inch high heels…
Downstairs, Jeff waited. Never for a moment had he thought that he would be sitting in Becky’s lounge, waiting for her to model a sexy outfit just for him. His head spun. She was a married woman with 2 kids. What was going on? Was she trying to tell him something? Was she sex-starved like him? …Her husband not giving her any?…
His eyes closed and he imagined getting his hands on her lovely body…Could he be that lucky, him, an out of condition, old loner, now nearing 50.
Then, as if by magic, she appeared in the room. And, close up, she didn’t disappoint. His eyes started at her high heeled black shoes and slowly moved up over her long shapely tanned legs.
He gulped.
Then he took in the curves of her hips, the slim waist, the generous breasts, her pretty face and curly auburn hair.
“Gee whiz” he gasped, “you’re incredible.”
She twirled around, her heart in her mouth. She felt a thrill ripple through her body and suddenly she was glad she had done it. The sexy secretary look had been a good choice. Her female physic was alive and flourishing. She felt sexy and glad to be a woman. A few seconds more of display and she would run upstairs and get dressed. She looked at his face as he gawped at her. At least he appreciated what she still had. And it made her feel so good. She posed for him, legs apart, provocatively…
Too much! she realised… She was going too far…It was time to stop.
She smiled and mumbled something of an apology, then moved smartly out of the room and up the stairs. The show was over for today.
Jeff groaned in disappointment as he watched her lovely ass sway seductively up the staircase and disappear.
“Shit, “I’ve got a hard-on like an iron bar. That fucking bitch has teased me once too often,” he growled, as he stood stiffly to attention. Then clenching and unclenching his fists he moved slowly and deliberately to climb the stairs. Whatever the consequences now, there was no going back.
Becky had only just discarded her outfit, when she saw him in the mirror. She gasped in shock. “Oh my God!” She hadn’t expected this, in fact, had counted on him staying downstairs. So foolish of her.
Although she was completely naked, her hands flew to her cheeks. It was all the encouragement Jeff needed and he quickly got across to her, grabbing her round the waist. She started to protest, but, his bear like hug knocked the breath out of her. He was a strong man and she felt her knees go weak. “No, Jeff, no,” she finally managed.
But Jeff’s eyes blazed with lust and he ignored her. He just lifted her onto the bed. Then, with one hand he pulled off his tie and tied it round her wrist. She kicked and shouted as he tied it around the bedpost. She wouldn’t be going anywhere in a hurry.
Then, as she sobbed and pleaded with him, he looked quickly around the room. Spotting her dressing gown he yanked out the belt and used it to secure her other wrist to the opposite bedpost. As he did it, she kicked out and tried to bite him. But he just shoved her back on the bed. Finally, he made the knot secure and had her exactly where he wanted her.