When she saw him looking at her, she took hold of her skirt’s hem, raising it higher on her thigh, asking if he liked her uniform–teasing him in h...r innocent and provocative way, like she did when they first met. Her ability to tease seemed to come easy to her, as though it was a part of her nature. ‘Why don’t we go somewhere–so you can reintroduce me to ‘Mr. Elmo’?’ He laughed thinking she might be kidding but when he saw she wasn’t he looked up and down the street–momentarily considering it.. ‘Why don’t you take your dress off, that should cool you down a bit?’ ‘Ok’ and she shrugged off her dress, revealing her amazing body. She had shaved her pussy, and it looked inviting. I could smell her musky scent and knew she was aroused. Her dark nipples were rock hard. I moved over to her and kissed her. She responded, and I moved my hand between her legs. She moaned softly as I felt the texture of her newly shaven pussy. ‘Claire,’ I called, and she came out of the kitchen, she too had. I wasn't sure if she felt the same way but I knew she liked me. We would go out to lunch together once or twice a week and I accepted the fact that a close friendship was all this was going to be. That was OK with me though, besides, I still had my fantasies. One day, she came over to my desk and said, "Hey, Kev, I heard you are making a trip to the Miami office. Is that right?" "I am, I need to upgrade some equipment." I just sat there looking up at her from my chair, wondering what this was. She started by reaching under her skirt and pulling down her panties, wriggling her butt side to side, easing them down, stepping out of them and her shoes. Telling me it was about time I learned things properly and safely, she undid the buttons on the front of her floral patterned blouse and slipped it off. I was riveted – no brassiere! Then she reached back and unhooked her bra and dropped that to the floor. My Mum was standing there naked and I was starring with my mouth wide open. I had.