This has to be done on camera," the woman instructed. Ben was only half listening to her. He was staring at her tits trying to tell if her nipples wer... poking through the fabric of the lab coat. He had answered an ad that said test subjects were needed for a human sexuality study, and he figured he could use the fifty dollars that was offered."Yeah, I understand," Ben, answered, looking up to the pretty face that was above the tits. The woman was about 30, shoulder length blonde hair that. ’ ‘So!’ ‘So what?’ ‘So now is your chance to get to know me.’ ‘That’s alright next time I come here it will be with my man.’ ‘Do you have a man?’ ‘No,’ I retorted. ‘And it’s none of your damn business anyway.’ He just looked at me with this silly look and this huge grin on his face. His grin started getting wider. My heart skipped a beat. At first, I thought he was joking, but then he was still looking at me. Oddly what I really wanted him to do was to grab me and just take me in the room and. ‘I was wondering if you could help me with a paper jam in the copier.’ You are up and out of your chair before she finishes her sentence, nearly spilling your coffee over her name that is hidden beneath your reports. You walk with her down the corridor to the copy machine and do all the manly things possible to free her stuck copy. You are on your knees looking for a button that releases the door. You look up and say, ‘Turn off the copier, please. I don’t want an electrical shock.’ She leans. Jennifer shaved off most of her pussyhair but left a neat, small triangle just above her clitoris. None of her beaver was showing this time as she pulled the tiny bikini bottom up her trim legs. My lovely wife looked at herself in the mirror and almost blushed. The tiny little triangles of the bikini top barely covered her nipples.Jennifer grabbed the cover-up and wrapped it around her waist. "Let's go and have some fun!" she said playfully.We got down to the beach and she unwrapped her.