... so public, and ... uh ..." I looked down and let my words trail off. I was paralyzed with indecision and fear. After letting me sit there like that for a moment, Mary suddenly said, "Al ..." the fake wholesome sweetness was completely gone from her voice and she spoke with strength and more than a little sexual power. I looked up and when our eyes met she continued "... I can tell you like to have sexual fantasies when looking at magazines like this ..." I sighed defeatedly. I didn't want her to know that. "... and I think you'd even like it better with me helping you." She waited for my reply, but all I did was sigh and gesture helplessly. Finally, she went on, her voice low, sultry, and almost threatening: "You want to ... much, much more than you're letting on, Al. We both know you'd love it." "Well ... I guess so," I murmurred. "I _know_ so, Al." She paused, boring into me with her gaze. I squirmed uncomfortably, but finally decided to acquiece to her. What harm would there be in looking at the magazine, I thought to myself as I hesitantly nodded my acceptance. "So look at her, Al," Mary said, the matter now settled. She pointed to the sexy woman on the cover of the magazine, still on my lap. "I can tell you like her." Her manner was slow and deliberate, and she never lowered her eyes from mine. "But don't you want to see her naked?" I smiled sheepishly and nodded. She saw my reaction but she pretended not to have noticed it, and she continued, a bit more insistently, "Wouldn't you like to see her naked breasts, Al? Don't you want to see her nipples?" She emphasized the word "nipples" and pushed her chest out slightly. |