He's shocked, but interested

You stand framed in the doorway, the silk robe falling open slightly to reveal the inner canyon of your big breasts and a V of your firm body plunging down to just above your pubic mound. Your long legs are completely exposed and if you turn a little - which you do as you smile coyly at the elder locksmith - you show off the underside curve fo your tight little butt.

"Oh, hello," you giggle, looking the locksmith up and down. He's probably in his mid-fifties, a full head of graying hair and a little paunch around the middle, but he still looks fit and not bad looking. Wait, what are you saying? Not bad looking? You shake your head. Does your sister have a thing for older guys?

All of a sudden you feel a little bashful and you stand up straight and draw the robe closed, tightening it with a cinch. The locksmith, stunned by your sexy appearance, stands up straight from the work he was doing on the lock and scratches the back of his head. You feel like running, but then you lock eyes with the younger of the locksmiths. He's goading you on, motioning for you to go through with your promise from a hiding spot in the kitchen.

"Um, I was, uh," you saunter towards the older locksmith, suddenly feeling awkward, "I was asleep in my room. I didn't know...I didn't have time to put a thing on..."

You play with the silk rope tying the robe shut and let one side of the robe slip open a little, again flashing half of one of your breasts to the older locksmith. He smiles down at you, obviously amused by your forward behvaior. You can feel a funny sensation in your tummy, a warmth that spreads from your core out to your breasts and to the sensitive little nub at the top of your pussy mound. As you notice the bulge in the locksmith's blue jeans you feel a little hotter, you can feel moisture between your thighs, almost like you're opening up and getting loose in preparation for...you swallow hard, looking at the smiling locksmith again. Sue wants this guy.

Losing yourself in her body's hormones, you let Sue's body guide your flirtation. You reach out and run your fingertips across the handles of the tools sticking up from the locksmith's old tool belt.

"I like your tool," you say, fingering the back of a big, thick screwdriver and biting your lip as you meet eyes with him. "Do you have any other tools you can show me?"

"My my," the locksmith laughs. "I heard from the boys at the shop you were a little minx, but this is out of control. They said swimsuits and bending over to pick things up, but I...I can't say I mind."

Your fingers are drifting almost like a ouija board towards the hard tent in his jeans. Some small part of your brain is warning you that you're about to cross a line, even for Sue, but you want to reach in there and grab it.

The locksmith is grinning ear to ear, clearly anticipating your next move before making his.