Just his shirt

Mr. Cleft is **** but can see the sense behind your request. He begins to unfasten his tie when you stop him. "Here, let me do that for you." You slink up the middle aged man and lift your arms around his neck.

As you pretend to struggle with the knot you notice Mr. Cleft having difficulty looking away from your cleavage. His extra height compared to you, coupled with your low-cut top and the way you'd pushed your breasts together when you reached up, made it almost impossible for him to ignore. Thanks to the mischievous mood you're in you can't resist taking even longer to unfasten the knot of his tie.

"There." You announce eventually, much to Mr. Cleft's relief. "I got it." Slowly you pull on the tie and slide it from under Mr. Cleft's collar and carefully place it on a nearby shelf. "Do you want a hand with your shirt now?" you ask innocently with your hands already moving towards his buttons.

"That's ok, Joy." he replies nervously. "I think I can manage."

"Don't worry, Mr. Cleft." you say quickly. "I've already got it." Once again you fake a struggle and take your time unfastening. Mr. Cleft has his own struggle going on as he fights his urge to look down your offered cleavage. "These are tricky," you state with a concentrating look on your face.

"Would you like me to do it?" Mr. Cleft asks, unable to keep his eyes from your plunging neckline any longer.

"OK, Mr. Cleft." you answer with a sweet smile. "You're probably better at this than me. I don't get much opportunity for taking men's shirts off." Mr. Cleft smiled, unsure if that was a joke or you were being a little flirty. As the older man unbuttoned his shirt you stood back eagerly awaiting what it would reveal. Once the last button was released you were very happy with what you saw. Mr. Cleft may have been middle aged but he obviously spent plenty of timing working out.

"Here you go, Joy." said Mr. Cleft as he handed you the removed shirt. He immediately noticed your stupefied grin as you took the garment and placed it next to the tie. Quickly you returned your attention back to Mr. Cleft as you wanted to see some more of that muscular chest of his. Unfortunately he'd already turned his back to you and was facing the shower. Not that his back wasn't muscular and impressive, but it just wasn't as good as the front.

"Did you bring your big tool?" you ask naughtily hoping Mr. Cleft would turn back round.

"Sorry?! Oh, erm, no. I just came to have a look and see what the problem was." The flirty little comment didn't quite work. Mr. Cleft only half turned, not enough for a proper look. Although you noticed that you did nearly catch him out with your 'innocuous' little comment. Maybe you need to try that again.

"Oh, that's a shame." you continue with **** disappointment. "I was hoping to see you in action with your big tool. I'm sure you'd really be able to fix me with your big tool."

"I'm sure the ones you have here will do just fine." replied Mr. Cleft in a friendly yet uneasy manner. Still not the reaction you were hoping for. "OK. Let's have a look and see if we can find out what's wrong shall we?"