I've always been backwards in coming forwards with regards to the female of the species. My desire to not come across as a 'lad' has seen me lose several opportunities for if not romance, casual sex. For example, I have never had a one night stand. Nor have I had sex on a first date. All that changed the day I started working for Mary. Never had I met someone quite so erotically switched on.
The moment she opened the door and scanned me with those big, deep brown eyes, I knew we were going to end up in bed... Or the sofa... Bath? Kitchen table? Potting shed?
It was the approving nature of her glance. I shivered with delight as she mentally removed my clothes. Her eyes following the contours of my body. Even then, I was still too timid to give her the same once over.
Incredibly I made it through my first day without 'incident'. But her looks, the way she spoiled me with tea, and cake, the flirtatious behavior, even a spliff at lunchtime, all conspired to ensure that by home time I was very frustrated and plagued by mental images and soundtrack of some of Mary's more outrageous comments... Nice ass being one of them.
I quite literally sprang from my bed the following day, eager to see Mary again. On arrival, although dressed she seemed almost more than naked. A tight vest top showed her to be bra-less and the way her slacky bums hung, I could tell she had no knickers on.
Little did she know that in my new found confidence, I too had forgone jockeys.