It is around 3 in the afternoon when a knock at the door interrupts me from my recliner and beer. I get up to answer the door and there she is. Standing confidentially, Gemma is quite a site to look at. I take in all of her in a quick glance.
She stands at 5'4" but today its closer to 5'8" in her 4 and a half inch black stiletto heels. She has on a black trench coat that still manages to be snug in all the right places. The coat is tied off tight at her stomach but hangs open enough to get a look at the rest of her goodies.
She has on a bright white business shirt that looks to be a few sizes too small, as her ample breasts put a nice strain on the buttons. The shirt is buttoned up to the top with a dark black necktie hanging down. Beside the tie on either side is a bright red set of suspenders clipped at her back to the top of her skirt. The bottom of her shirt disappears into a tight gray wool mini skirt with a small slit up the side. Hanging out from the skirt are the straps that connect her clingy pantyhose to her garter.
Her long brunette hair is done up nice and tucked under her black pinstripe hat, pulled down low. She is twirling a strand of her hair with one of her hands. With the other she takes a short drag of her cigarette and blows the smoke up into the air. Her piercing hazel eyes are locked onto mine behind her dark black-framed glasses as I hold the door open for her to enter.
She brushes past me and I catch a whiff of her intoxicating perfume, which smells like a mix of strawberries and sex personified. I offer her an ashtray, which she accepts after a final few drags of her smoke.
Neither of us speaks during this encounter, and neither of us has to. We have done this song and dance before, and we both know where it's going to go.
I walk up to her and pull the tie on her coat and take it off of her and hang it up. Once her coat is off she immediately places her hands behind her head and spreads her legs wide almost taking a stance of someone who is being arrested.
I come up behind her noticing that her chin is held high, as I have taught her to do. I place my hands on her side and begin frisking her. I run my hands up her sides and feel her ribs poking out slightly above her fit stomach. I run them up her plump but firm 38 C cup breasts. Giving each a gentle squeeze before moving on. I go down her legs and back up her inner thighs feeling the heat resonate from her shaved little pussy. I plunge a single finger inside and hear a slight moan come from her mouth.