This is going back a few years, but it's worth the telling. I was working for a small home appliance retailer and repairer, and one of my jobs was to call on people who hadn't paid a bill to make arrangements to collect it. Most often it was a case of lazy payers who just couldn't be bothered to come into the store and pay but who would somewhat grudgingly cough up when someone knocked on their door. Then there were others who had a genuine reason for not paying and for those I would arrange a weekly collection of whatever amount they could afford until the debt was paid. I would leave the shop a little early each Friday and call on each of them in turn before I went home. Usually there were around eight or ten of these difficult payers to collect from and this story concerns one of those, the last one on my list at the time and the one I called at on my way home.
Todd and Marla, my last call, owed us quite a lot of money. The reason they couldn't pay was that they'd been suddenly landed with a massive tax bill from a failed business of theirs and paying that one obviously had to come before a small independent retailer. They didn't really want to default and they showed me the paperwork to prove their outgoings, offering me a small payment each week until the debt was cleared. I could see that they were being honest, it really was about all they could afford and so I agreed, even though it would mean calling on them over quite a long time to reach a final payoff.
They were a nice enough couple, genuine and friendly even in those circumstances, just an ordinary couple who'd come financially unstuck. Actually, when I say ordinary I have to add that Marla was far from ordinary, she was gorgeous and in different circumstances I would have gone for her. I will openly admit that she'd been the subject of more than one bedtime fantasy. She was of a mixed race parentage, her mother was white European and her father came from somewhere on the Indian subcontinent, giving her that beautiful tanned look with long wavy black hair and warm dark brown eyes. All that and a figure to die for meant I fancied her like mad. But that was beside the point, although perhaps it was one reason why I accepted a coffee when I first called on them, maybe I just wanted to stay in her company a little longer. As my last call of the day they became a regular coffee stop on my way home and we gradually became friends, regardless of the improbable circumstances and the fact that I was in my mid-twenties while they were both mid-thirties. Todd worked alternating shifts, mainly because that paid more, and so was only home in the evening every other week, but the fact that I'd be calling on his beautiful wife in his absence didn't seem to bother him, I suppose he trusted her with me and he had no reason to do otherwise, I mean the conversations sometimes got a bit flirty but we all knew that's all there was to it, I was debt collecting after all.
Slowly the debt was paid down and it got to the point when I would only be making one more visit to get the final payoff. It just so happened that this was on the week when Todd would be at home and so I figured I'd be able to say goodbye to them both at the same time. It was Todd who answered my knock and as usual we completed the payment part in the hall before going through to the lounge and also as usual Marla was in the kitchen making the coffees. The only thing that was different was that there was a large pile of clothes on the chair I habitually sat in and so I sat on the sofa, not really thinking anything about it.
Then Marla came through with three mugs of coffee and placed one in front of Todd before turning to me and bending over to put the other two on the coffee table in front of the sofa. That's when I noticed that she was dressed rather differently. Normally she wore a pair of jeans and a cotton t-shirt, but this time she was wearing a quite loose short skirt, revealing a lovely pair of slender legs. And that wasn't all, she was wearing her usual top but now without a bra under it. I'd noticed her figure before, who wouldn't, but now I could see that her breasts were full and firm and they were tipped with nipples that pushed against her top in a most tempting way. Neither she nor Todd made anything of her new appearance and consequently I didn't comment either, but I couldn't stop my eyes wandering from legs to boobs and back again and nor could I stop my cock from twitching inside my jeans.
We spent much of the time in the usual small talk, with me trying to concentrate and wondering why a woman who I would dearly like to take to bed was dressed in such an unexpectedly provocative way. I just couldn't keep my eyes off of her and I suppose that sooner or later it was bound to be noticed.
'Nice, aren't they?' Todd asked me suddenly, a broad grin across his face.
'Sorry?' I answered, pretending blankness while all the time being pretty sure I knew what he was referring to, especially as I'd been staring nonstop at Marla's front for the last few minutes.
'You're enjoying staring at Marla's boobs, aren't you.' He held his hand up when I started to shake my head. 'No, don't deny it.'
'Sorry.' I replied, feeling flustered and forcing myself not to gaze at them again. 'It's just that she's usually better covered.'
Todd burst out laughing and even Marla, the subject of this uncomfortable conversation, giggled at my artless reply. I could feel myself going red. 'Don't worry,' He said eventually. 'I don't mind you looking, and I know Marla doesn't.'
Embarrassed at being caught out I made myself gaze straight into their faces, something which only served to make them laugh even more and made me go even redder.
'No, don't be embarrassed.' Todd told me. 'Look all you want, we'll both take it as a compliment on Marla's figure.'
Then he addressed his wife. 'Turn square on Marla, let him see you better.'
She did as she was told, smiling sexily and turning to face me with one knee bent to rest on the sofa between us. That didn't help. Now I couldn't help but stare at her nipples poking straight at me through her top and also at the triangle of white panties between shapely thighs that was now revealed by her new bent leg sitting position. It was as if they were deliberately making me feel uncomfortable. Todd could see my discomfort, although hopefully he couldn't see that my cock was standing tall beneath my jeans. But then he added to it.
'I think we should let him see them properly, don't you?' He said to Marla, his eyes looking knowingly at his wife's nipples.
'Yes, why not?' Marla answered still smiling, and then, before I had the chance to say anything that might stop things going any further, she hooked her fingers under the hem of her top and pulled it up over her head, taking it off in one easy movement and revealing her naked breasts.
