A Strict Seduction by Maria Del Rey Page A

in my direction, furtive little glances over the top of the pages, and then a guilty smile. Or did I imagine that?
    â€˜There’s nothing on,’ she announced after a few minutes, as though that were a surprise to either of us.
    â€˜So, you don’t know what time Jim’s getting back tonight?’ I asked her.
    â€˜No, I just know he’ll be late. I’d better put this back,’ she said, getting up to walk back to the magazine rack. She looked over her shoulder at me again, caught my gaze and smiled. I couldn’t keep my eyes from her. She bent over very slowly, her black skirt rising inch by inch over her thighs until I could again see the faintest outline of her white panties pulled tight into her crotch. She held the position for a few moments, wriggling from side to side to force the paper back into the overloaded rack, and incidentally allow me a good long look, and then she straightened up.
    She looked at me again, her eyes sparkling with excitement. This time there could be no pretence. I had to say something. ‘Doesn’t Jim mind you wearing those mini-skirts?’ I asked, managing a note of admonition.
    â€˜No, why should he?’ she responded, smiling a smile of sweet innocence that made my prick throb dangerously.
    â€˜Well, they’re so short,’ I explained.
    She laughed. ‘They’re supposed to be, silly. That’s why they’re called mini-skirts.’
    â€˜Of course,’ I agreed, smiling. Damn it! The moment had gone. I had been certain that there’d been something beguiling, something alluring in her smile, but now that was gone and all I could detect was that childlike innocence I found so effective.
    â€˜There’s nothing on the box tonight,’ she remarked, ‘but you couldn’t do me a favour, could you?’
    â€˜Sure, what is it?’
    â€˜Well,’ she said excitedly, ‘Jim has promised to take me out to a club tomorrow night and I don’t know what to wear. If I try on a couple of outfits, would you tell me which one you like the best?’
    â€˜Me? I have the dress sense of… I don’t have any dress sense at all.’
    She giggled. ‘It doesn’t matter. You’re a man, you know what you like. Please, will you?’
    She was pouting, and she knew I couldn’t resist that. I drew breath sharply and nodded my agreement.
    â€˜Great!’ she shrieked, and jumped across the room to plant a big wet kiss on my cheek, her breasts bulging against her tight top. She was so obviously excited that I hardly had time to react before she bounded up the stairs to her room.
    Nicole may or may not have been intentionally flirting, but my reaction was physical and I knew I would end up making a pass at her. I was brooding on this when I heard her coming downstairs, high heels cracking hard on the stairs.
    â€˜Well? How do I look?’ she asked anxiously, walking into the centre of the room.
    I could hardly believe my eyes, and my astonishment must have been clear to see as she paraded and twirled around in front of me. She was wearing a short black dress that seemed to have been sprayed on. It left nothing to the imagination. It was cut low so that her pert breasts were almost fully displayed, the nipples threatening to pop out at any moment. The dress was very short too, even shorter than the skirt she’d been wearing earlier, and barely managed to cover her backside. Added to which it was so tight that I could see the full rounded shape of her posterior and the slight bulge of her belly.
    â€˜You can’t go out dressed like that,’ I whispered, my eyes focusing on her breasts. The nipples had become erect little points that bulged against the tight low-slung neck of the dress.
    â€˜You don’t like it?’ she asked, advancing towards me, every step reflected in the bounce of her firm round breasts. She stopped in front of me, legs slightly apart, the shape of her