“You like what you see?”

I do like what I see, I look her over carefully, eyeing her up and down evaluating every inch.

She has light blue eyes, they’re the kind of eyes that stare into a mans soul. Her dark hair is long, down to her mid back, a loose style but clean not messy. Her body is tight, toned, it’s obvious she works out; she carries herself with confidence. Her breasts look natural, probably a C cup. She has expertly manicured fingernails, french tip I think it’s called. She’s wearing a dark grey top, and matching knee length skirt. Her clothes fit tight to her body, but it’s still a professional look; maybe she’s a lawyer or in some kind of business.

Her hand moves to the top button of her jacket; “want to see more don’t you?” I try to say yes, oh God please yes! But I just nod, having apparently lost all ability to speak. She gracefully undoes the top button, then the middle, then the bottom. Slowly she opens the jacket, revealing the red silk wrap around blouse underneath. I can tell she’s not wearing a bra because I can see her nipples poking against the fabric, the silk must feel good against her bare skin.