“Do you play?” He asked, suddenly, sitting down again on the sofa.
Becky stood watching him. She really didn’t want him here, her peeping tom, it was so embarrassing.
“No…not me…it’s for Mike …and the children …to learn on,” she said. “He can play a bit and we thought John and Karen could have lessons.”
Jeff nodded. Now he was comfortable on the sofa, he didn’t want to leave.
Becky sighed and took a seat opposite. She would just have to wait until he was finished his drink so she could drop a hint or two about him leaving.
Jeff took another sip of beer and looked at her. Looked at her lovely legs as she nervously crossed them. She saw where he was looking, but, otherwise tried to avoid eye contact. It was strange having him in her lounge and not safely in his own house behind his window.
Jeff didn’t know whether to raise the subject with her or not. Those almost daily displays at the window. It was driving him crazy. Then he thought, “What the hell,” it was the only thing on his mind these days. He had to say something , but, the last thing he wanted to do was interfere with those daily displays.
“You’re a very beautiful woman, Becky,” he began.
She immediately blushed and looked down at her feet. This wasn’t what she wanted. Not now, not here, with him.
“I love your sexy outfits” he growled.
She jumped to her feet in a panic. “Look, I don’t want to be rude, but perhaps you had better go.”
But, Jeff wasn’t ready to go. He took another small sip of his beer.
“Seeing as I’ve been so helpful with the piano and all, I thought maybe you could give me a little reward.”
“A reward, what do you mean?”
“I thought you could maybe slip into something …nice…to show me.”
Becky gasped at his request. She opened her mouth to speak, but, stopped. A perverse and unexpected little thrill ran through her. And, although she was shocked at herself for even contemplating the idea, she knew deep down that she wanted to do it. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest. This was an even more exciting idea, to exhibit herself to him in the same room. And she knew him to be a well-respected , decent, man. So, she could trust him. She was sure of it. After all, it had worked out well so far, hadn’t it?
There was an awkward silence, as she continued to weigh up his request. She knew it was madness, even think about it.
“Alright,” she heard herself say, eventually, “What would you like?”
Jeff grinned, “how about a nice surprise…something sexy”
Becky looked at him and thought of what she had in her wardrobe. There were several possibilities. But should she be doing this at all?
But she felt that excited feeling again and knew what her answer was going to be.
“If I do this, you’ll have to be good, no touching.” She emphasised
“Cross my heart,” said Jeff, lying through his teeth.
She got to the door and thought of something else. “And you’ll have to go as soon as I’ve shown it to you?”
Jeff nodded, “absolutely, Becky, you can count on it.”
But, he was thinking…no chance of that…
“Stay there then” she ordered and hurried upstairs.
Meanwhile, Jeff sat back on the sofa, and grinned. This was his lucky day.
As she got to her bedroom, Becky started to have second thoughts, “what the hell am I doing? This is a step too far.”
But she couldn’t seem to stop the momentum she had started. Do this the once, then back to the window displays, she thought.
With trembling hands she opened her wardrobe door and began to go through her options. Nothing too revealing she thought with him being in her house…
In the end, she opted for a very short black skirt. One that she had never dared wear before. Also a white blouse that showed generous cleavage as well as 3 inches of bare midriff when tied at the front. The fantasy secretary look. She looked good…she looked sexy…Wear some panties? No, she thought wickedly. It feels better without.
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…
