Knock, knock . . . (part 1)

I stood at the front gate and took a deep breath . . . I checked, yes it was the right address, so I tugged my jacket, checked that I looked neat and tidy and walked up to the door, tentatively knocked and waited. It slowly opened . . .

"Why hello, do come in" she sullenly said through rich pouting lips.

I licked my lips and followed, noticing that she was wearing a very tight strapless top which left very little to anyone's imagination, below her bare midriff was an extremely short black skirt, so short I could just see the curve of her tight bottom where it met the top of her legs each time she took a step, which was a wonder because the skirt was so tight she could hardly move her long slender legs.

I shivered and followed. "Do sit" she said pointing to deep sofa, "but" I stammered, "Please" she said . . . I sat and was astonished as she bent over the coffee table . . . nothing but bare skin was visible under her skirt, not a hint of anything, just pure skin . . . wow!

She laughed and walked out of the room. I waited expectantly. She returned a couple of minutes later. Standing on the opposite side of the table, she leaned over to put a tray down. Soft lush breasts ending in firm erect nipples were now on display . . .

I wondered how such lovely things could be so visible when she had such a tight top on, but before I could think further she stepped over the table and demonstrated that under her skirt, all she had was bare smooth skin as well . . .

"What next?" she said and giggled . . .

"Well I only came to read your electric meter" I said, "so if you could show me the meter, I will do my reading and be gone"

She frowned and then beckoned with her finger "this way",

I smiled weakly, stood up and followed . . .

(to be continued)