The woman simply oozes sophistication from every pore. The words "
charm
,
style
, and
grace
" were most likely created just for her. If "
Class
" isn't her middle name, it should be. Although I rarely see her wearing a pair of jeans, what the woman does to them should be illegal. She should not be allowed to walk anywhere near a road, she's a serious obstruction to the smooth, safe flow of traffic. She has curves in places most women don't even have places. She should come under the protection of the Pure Food and Drug Administration, because she has to be some of the finest eating stuff ever put on this planet. At least that's what I see every time I look at Ms. Renee Du Pratt; grade-A, finger-lickin', tongue-smackin', top-shelf, prime eatin' material.
Now if I could just figure out how to become her official taste-tester, I'd be one deliriously happy little lady. Every time she flows through the front door of the beauty salon I work for as a nail technician, my heart begins a slow meltdown, my panties get wet, and my tongue gets hard. And all of that takes place before she even sits down in the little cubical I work out of in the rear of the shop and places her delicate hand with its long, willowy fingers in my hands so I can do her nails. I put a lot of extra time into doing her nails, so I try to schedule her for my last appointment of the day. Anything less than my best effort would not suffice on such a magnificent creature. Besides, once she's left the salon, I'm not much good for anything else the rest of the day. I can't help it; she just has that effect on me.
Last Saturday, Saint Valentine's Day, Ms. Du Pratt caught me off guard. She hadn't made an appointment, but shortly before closing time, my heart kicked into overdrive when she came rushing across the salon toward me. I had never seen her looking so exquisite. She was dressed to the nines, apparently for an evening on the town. "Oh wonderful, I caught you before you left!" her sultry voice drifted across the salon. "I hope you can help me. I was on my way to a Valentine party, and can you believe it, I broke a damn nail on the way out the door!"
"Isn't that the way it always happens?" I managed to say without my voice shaking too much. "Always when you're in a hurry. I can fix it. It'll only take a few minutes. Come on back to my work station." Naturally, I was only too pleased to stay after closing time to do her nail, or anything else she might possibly wish to have done. Hey, that's just the kind of conscientious employee I am, always willing to go the extra mile to please my customers, especially this particular customer. And it has nothing to do with the fact that she usually tips me more than I've made the rest of the entire day.
"Are you sure you don't mind, Hun?" she asked. "I know you probably have somewhere to go this evening. I mean, with it being Valentine's Day and all."
"Even if I did, which I don't, it could wait long enough for me to take care of you," I replied.
"I promise to make it well worth your while," she said.
"You always do," I replied. But I refrained from telling her that it wasn't her money I was interested in.
As the rest of the employees left for the evening I locked the front door and turned off the lights in the front portion of the shop; I wanted the salon to appear closed. Once we were inside my small cubical I sat down at my glass-top worktable. Ms. Du Pratt pulled her Mink coat closed around herself, sat down across from me, and placed her hand in mine. My heart fluttered several times before I could get it under control. I hated to let go of her precious hand, but the sleeve of her fur coat was too close to my work for comfort. God! If I were to get something on a coat like that I'd be working the rest of my life just to pay the cleaning bill! "I know I said this wouldn't take long, but maybe you should take your coat off before I get started. I'd sure hate to get any of this stuff on it."
"Good point," she replied, getting up to remove the expensive fur coat, and hang it on the coat hook on the wall.
I silently gasped when she turned back toward me; the short, slinky, red-velveteen dress she was wearing was open down the front nearly to her navel, exposing large portions of her ample breasts. The lacy hemline of the dress was a good foot above her perfect knees, making her long, slender legs look all that much longer and sexier.
Well, maybe my gasp hadn't been quite as silent as I had thought because she gave me a big smile and asked, while striking a sexy, model-like pose, "Whataya think?"
"Oh my God, that's awesome!" I exclaimed. Even though I figured her to be around forty, she was the hottest, sexiest woman I had ever laid eyes on. She was actually making me drool, and my mouth wasn't the only part of my body drooling at the moment.
"The party I'm on my way to is at the home of some special friends and we always try to out-sexy each other when we have one of these parties," she explained. "I don't normally dress like this to go out."
"If I looked anywhere near that hot, you'd never be able to get me outta that dress. Well, you could get me out of it to… never mind," I caught myself just in the nick of time.
Her smile shifted to more of a sexy grin. "Yeah, I know what you mean," she replied, her voice going softer, sexier. "There's always a good reason to come outta your clothes."
I couldn't get my mouth working in order to reply to that.
Her eyes locked on mine as she sat back down. She turned to put her long legs under the table, but stopped to kick off her bright-red, four-inch stiletto-heeled shoes so her knees wouldn't bang against the bottom of the table. "I can come up with several good reasons without even thinking about it." Her huge, almond-shaped, dark eyes felt like they were penetrating right to my very soul. Her grin faded slightly as the tip of her tongue glided across her bright-red upper lip.
I had to get my mind back on track fast, before I said something stupid. I tried to get my mind back to the job at hand. "I… uh… I… better get your nail fixed… or you'll never get to the party," I stumbled over my words. I prayed she wouldn't notice how much my hands were trembling as I took her hand to start fixing her broken nail.
"That's okay, Hun, I'm in no hurry to get out of here. But you probably are. I would imagine this has been a pretty busy day for you," she spoke in almost a whisper as she shifted her body to cross her legs under the table.
Glass-top tables have several great advantages over wooden tables, one of which is that I could see her long, gorgeous legs under the table. I got a great glimpse of her red-lace panties as her knees parted in order to cross her legs, and her hem slid so high up her thighs I could see the red garters holding up her lacy, white stockings. Try as I might, I could not pull my eyes from the breathtaking view of the incredibly silky-looking, dark-toffee-colored skin above the tops of her stockings.
"You okay, Sweetie," she asked. "Your hands are shaking."
"Uh… yeah… my mind… was wandering for a moment, that's all," I finally managed to speak and force my eyes back to her broken nail.
"Well, I hope it wandered somewhere exciting," she said with a grin sexy enough to melt your panties off, "because whatever it was sure seems to have made you pretty nervous."
"Oh, it was a pretty exciting place alright," I replied, trying to regain a modicum of composure. "I would have been delighted to have lingered there a bit longer, but this nail requires my full attention at the moment."
"Maybe after I'm gone your mind can go back to where it was," she said.
"When you leave, so will… never mind," I almost slipped. I busied myself with the task at hand and all too quickly had her nail repaired to its original splendor. All it needed at that point was repainting. "You know this color doesn't exactly match you gorgeous outfit?"
"I know, but you don't have time to repaint them all. So I'll just have to settle for the color they are," she replied sounding almost disappointed.
"If you've got the time for me to do them, I have absolutely nothing else to do this evening," I said.