Covering up my surprise and embarrassment I answered, "Oh -- you mean in the ads? I must admit that I have a hard time thinking of a woman as sexy when she's blatantly advertising clothes or perfume -- or any product for that matter.Covering up my surprise and embarrassment I answered, "Oh -- you mean in the ads? I must admit that I have a hard time thinking of a woman as sexy when she's blatantly advertising clothes or perfume -- or any product for that matter. It sort of detracts from the whole thing, you know?" I was proud of myself for hiding my surprise so well with my somewhat glib, and actually quite honest reply, but my pride was short lived, as Mary quickly flabbergasted me with her reply: "Oh. I guess I know what you mean. So how about if I go downstairs to the newsstand and get you a 'Penthouse'? Those women aren't advertising anything ..." her smile became devilish, "... and besides, they're naked. I think you'd like that a lot better." I felt a wave of arousal and surprise. Although she's a flirt and a tease, this was a bit much even for her...at least compared to anything I'd seen her do in the past. The only thing I managed to stammer was "Well ..." before she turned towards me. She lifted her hands to her blouse as if she was about to unbutton it, and she said, "Or do you prefer the real thing? I'm not wearing a bra." She paused, raising her eyebrows, and looked at me with an intensely serious and provocative expression and with her hands poised ready to open her blouse for me. She kept that pose and just stared at me as wave of anxiety and arousal swept through me. I was speechless and must have looked like an idiot with my mouth hanging open. After a few seconds that seemed an eternity, she slowly lowered her hands, and still staring at me intently, she said, "I'll get you a 'Penthouse'," and got up. I shook my head disbelievingly and stammered to her to sit back down, but before I could stop her she had sashayed out the door, her hips swinging even more blatantly and seductively than before. |