Her wheaten hair flows to her thighs, pulled back into a long pony tail and so beautifully straight; tight with a thin piece of leather. Her chin leng...th bangs flow so neatly at the sides of her face. Her skin is like porcelain, lacking of even the slightest blemish. Her eyes are the most vivid shade of blue. Her stomach flat and her long legs move so elegant yet so defined and muscled, the physique of a female athlete whose legs are muscled from movement. She’s the most perfect thing I have. I quickly sat on a deck chair as he came up out of the water. When our eyes met michael had the look of death on his face.We looked at eachother for a brief time. He was mortified. I them smiled and said, "I noticed you didn't cum." Winking at him."You saw what I did?" He said back sheepishly. Going for all the marbles or none I asked if he would mind me taking care of that for him. I have often looked at him and wished I could get a chance. Now knowing that he is experienced, I hope that he. Mary started to feel like a teenager again. She realised that she was getting slightly wet between the legs.Later, returning to the bar, Sue introduced Mary to a man called Bob, probably about 60, who she had noticed eyeing her up earlier in the evening. He also remarked on her figure, and said, “You really should show it off more. I first noticed you because you are a bit overdressed compared to some of the girls.” Mary explained that she was not looking for sex. She had come to keep Sue. I never flirt with my customers. It’s just tacky and crass. When a man comes in looking to buy a million dollar Bentley, he doesn’t want some low-class skank flirting with him. He wants to feel respected, made to feel important, treated with professionalism, and never be made to feel that he’s not absolutely serious about the car. Of course, the mildest bit of flattery goes a long way too, but NEVER flirting. That’s what brings me to this short story. It was a slow Wednesday morning and.