A comely woman in her early thirties is hired by the parents of an adolescent boy to serve at his birthday party. After the party, when the guests leave the woman continues to linger. Finally spotting the boy alone, she congratulates him on turning eighteen, then surprises him when she asks to see his room.
The boy, Eric, is puzzled by the woman's request but nevertheless leads her upstairs, down a hallway, gesturing to her at the doorway. The woman grazes the boy as she steps inside. Suddenly, the boy wishes he had an opportunity to straighten up his room.
Once the two were situated, the woman looks around, then turns to Eric. "Your mom and dad thought this would be a good opportunity for you to have a lesson in the female anatomy."
The boy is totally unprepared for the woman's remark. "Huh!"
"They feel you're now old enough to see how a grown woman is put together... so you'll be prepared when the time comes." She hesitates, raising her eyebrows, her lips forming the tiniest grin. "If you like, I can to show you."
The boy cannot fathom what he is hearing. Finally, he blurts out, "Yeah. I... guess so. May I know your name?"
"I thought you would," the woman says. "My name is Veronica." She turns, padding over to the doorway, shutting the door, unceremoniously applying the lock. "You must understand," she tells him, "this is just between the two of us. This will take some time, so It's important that we not be disturbed."
The boy appears puzzled. "I still don't know what you want me to do."
"It's easy," she says. "Just sit on the side of your bed... and watch me."
Eric nods obediently, then takes a seat. The woman stands not far from him. "Would you like to watch me undress?"
Eric nods eagerly, his mouth agape.
"Okay, good," the woman says. She reaches to one side, unzips her black uniform, and with a choreography practiced many times steps out of it, casting it on the foot of the boy's bed, exposing her slender figure. "Well, what do you think?" she says, gesturing.
"Nice," Eric replies nervously. "Real nice."
"Shall we continue?"
"Yes. Please!"
The woman reaches behind, issuing a pout as she undoes the catch to her bra, shrugging it off her shoulders and down her arms, placing it on the bed to keep her uniform company. "Do you like them? You don't think they're too small, do you?"
"Oh, no! The boy replies. "They're beautiful."
"I'm so glad you like them," the woman says. "Now, I'm sure you'd like to see the rest of me." She sits down next to the boy, spreads her legs, then tugs the crotch of her panties to one side. "Do you still like what you see?"
By now, Eric is beside himself, not knowing what to say. Finally, "Oh yes."
"Good. Would you like to touch it?" Without waiting for the boy to respond, the woman adds, "Here, give me your hand."
