She was trimming the hair of an older woman I’m surenever noticed the cleavage Julie had. Every time sheleaned forward the slightest amount, her...creamy whitebreasts fell together in full view. I was watching themthrough the mirror in front of her, so it was notobvious.On the other side of the room was Brittany. NowBrittany was the kind of woman who stopped a room deadin its tracks. She was the quintessential Californiablonde. She had long, straight blonde hair the came toV in the middle. She confirmed it before I could open my mouth."I can't believe you don't understand," she accused quietly."I'm sorry, Honey. I shouldn't have dismissed your feelings." It's been almost three years," she whispered. "Three years! Why do you think it will just go away?"Perhaps the tears distracted me. Perhaps I was just dense, a condition caused by worry for her. But I didn't understand. "Three years for what?"She shook her head angrily, thick burgundy ponytail dancing."Please," I begged.She. I was unsure about it at first, but now? Oh fuck, yes please! I love it. You take my other foot, and do the same thing, but start with the big toe this time. Mmm, I love it when you do that. I play with my breasts; you watch me as I grind still. You move to finally part my legs, climbing between them, you kiss my inner thighs. You bite the tender flesh, moving closer to my sex. (Oh, and by the way, I waxed today. I know you’ll be pleased.) Your nose skims along my mound, and you can feel I. It was at that moment I realized I was standing there in front of this handsome good Samaritan with only an oversized t-shirt over my slender, 5’10” fit body. I used my arms to cover the obviousness of my hard nipples pushing through the thin cotton. “Can I get you a cup of coffee?” I asked, half to continue the hospitality that would make my mom proud, half to maybe offer a distraction from my nearly naked body.“Sure, if it is no trouble,” he said with a kind tone in his voice. He took his.