There's a knock on the door and a stunning woman in a business suit looking slightly frazzled holds up her mobile phone.
"I'm sorry," she stammers. "I was in the middle of an important call and my phone just conked out. Could I borrow yours for a minute or two?"
She's a total babe. Long black hair, full lips, breasts that strain against her jacket and hips that beg to be pulled close.
You can't believe your luck and realize that all you have to do is maneuver her to your magic bed and the fun can begin.
Thinking quickly, you smile warmly at her and shrug. "You know, funny you should mention that. My phone conked out, too." She starts to turn when you add in you most innocent tone: "But the one in my bedroom is fine."
She bobs her head 'Whatever' and follows you in. Once she gets one sight of the bed -- she doesn't react at all but sits down on it and efficiently dials your phone.
"Hello, Janine? Yeah, sorry we got cut off but I can guide you the rest of the way now. What? Sure, I can hold a minute."
She rests the phone on her shoulder and mouths "Thank you" and starts to look around the room, not revealing whether she approves or not -- just getting a feel for the surroundings.
Not quite knowing what to do since the bed's not having its usual effect, you try to be sociable.
"Can I get you a drink?"
"That would be nice," she smiles back. "Just some water."
You go get a glass and bring it back, seeing that she's relaxed a little more: leaning against the pillow, putting her feet up and looking a little annoyed at the unseen Janine.
"Look, have you found that window I was talking about? Its icon should be there on the desktop..."
She takes the glass and smiles, conspiratorally rolling her eyes over the situation over the phone.
As she sips from it, you notice that she is shifting a little uncomfortably, biting her lip like she has an itch she can't quite scratch. As she continues to talk to her co-worker over your phone, you discretely stand by as she starts to run her hand through her hair and rub her neck. Her hand then traces down her chest and rest for a moment in her lap, straightening out the creases in her skirt.
"Look," she sighs. "I think we're going to have to start from the top. Reboot the computer..."
She closes her eyes to visualize what needs to be done and unbuttons her blouse, revealing a lacey black bra that barely contains her full breasts. Just as you notice this, she unfastens the bra from the front and starts to stroke her left nipple, which perks right up to a firm brown nub.
Even knowing the power of the bed, you still can't believe it. Her voice is all business, but her body is warming up before your very eyes... |