He was blushing bright red, afraid he'd been discovered, but she gave no indication.He was blushing bright red, afraid he'd been discovered, but she gave no indication. She walked straight back to the door, about three steps ahead of him. As he followed her, Larry studied her magnificent derriere, appreciating it on a subliminal level. The enticing roll of her hips was pretty, not lewd, to a boy who still didn't fully comprehend the facts of life. He attributed it to her high heels. Thinking about the slip and stockings under those swaying globes kept his bug feeling "funny." They got to the door, and she stopped. She looked right at him, and smiled her warmest, biggest smile. "Could I persuade a handsome gentleman like you to help me get this box of music out to my car?" she asked. Somehow, she sounded like she really meant the "gentleman" part; she wasn't making fun of him, like the boys had been. "Sure, Ma'am!" he said, trying to use a real deep voice so he'd sound older. He took the box and backed through the door, holding it open for her. "It's Miss, and thank you!" she nodded. She sidled through the door with her breasts pointing right at him, almost grazing his chest! She was as old as his mother, but her carefully painted face mesmerized the boy. |