She noticed me when she took her shirt off and she tried to cover herself with her shirt in panic.
“What…” She realized what she started, suddenly and couldn’t say what I was doing there.
“You invited me. Remember?” I said. “I want to see everything.” I added.
“No way.” She reacted.
It was that simple. I should have done it when we were in the car. It was a bluff.
“Chicken. You are a chicken.” I said it to her slowly.
She said nothing. She was mesmerized. I enjoyed it for a minute, maybe more. It should be humiliating for her standing semi naked in front of me for what she had started. I felt satisfied, relieved.
I was just about to turn back when she said, “I am not. I am not a chicken.” She had dropped her shirt on the floor, revealing her body in her black matching panties, bra and stockings.
I stopped and thought about what just happened. I tried to estimate how further she might go and then decided to play her game further.
Her hands were at her back to unlock her bra. I stopped her saying that she would be doing things under my commands. She agreed.
I stepped in and sat on the only armchair in the room. I instructed her to stand in front of me. Here she was. Her body was good for a middle age woman. I ordered her to turn back. She followed.
Then I started ordering her. “Push your panties down to your knees. Lean forward. Spread your ass cheeks.”
She had a brown ass hole encircled with hairs.
“Is this a used asshole?” I asked.
“I won’t tell. I am going to show you everything, but I don’t have to answer your questions, period.” She replied.
“Fair enough, bitch.”
“Don’t call me bitch. I am not a bitch.” She said, but I knew she was.
“Open your legs wider and touch the floor.” I ordered her. She followed immediately.
“A hairy pussy.” I said. She said nothing.
“You may rise and take your bra off.” She did.
“Turn around and get on your knees.” She was on her knees.
“Show me your tits and nipples.” They were in front of my eyes.
“Lay back and open your legs and spread your pussy lips. I want to see inside of your pussy.” She did exactly what I ordered her to do. “Nice view, but you should shave.” I commented.
“It is none of your business. Enjoy the view. That’s it.” She replied.
“It is enough. You may get dressed.” I said while I was standing up.
She reached for the dress on the bed while I was passing her by. “Is that all?” She asked, but why? It was obvious we were done.
“What else? I saw everything.” I turned to her while I was replying her. She was on her feet now, holding her dress in her right hand.
“Does it make you a better man seeing my body?” She asked again.
It was already over. I started to think why she was asking these questions. What she was trying to prove. “Hey, you initiated it, remember?” I replied. It wasn’t an accusation but to remind her who started it.
“How can you say that? You peeped at me in the first place.” Her voice was louder.
“You shouldn’t have peed in front of me. You asked for it.” I was getting angry with her.
“I didn’t plan it. It was an emergency.” She tried to defend herself. She hadn’t put the dress on yet. She was still uncovered. Suddenly it became brighter the picture in my mind.