Lets get to it

That day I went over dressed in a mini skirt and blouse...skimpy but not too skimpy...the instructions didn’t start until I got there. As I drove my ego was humming happily to itself as if nothing was wrong while I was getting increasingly nervous.

Please turn back! I said to my mind...nothing...just more humming.

I got to his house that I’d spent so much time as a teenager and it hardly seemed to have changed. I hadn’t been here for about six years and aside from the obvious it felt very strange. I walked up to the front door and rang the buzzer and from the outside looked perfectly casual and normal.

A few seconds later the door opened and there stood Mr Hobbs.

In my mind my nose crinkled up in disgust. He was even worse than I remembered. Looming over me with that big belly stretching open his shirt. His thinning hair crowned his balding patch in the middle and stuck up in the air at crazy angles. He was sweating in this heat...or maybe just the trip to the door…

‘Oh! Vicky! What ever brings you here? I haven’t seen you in ages!?’

His eyes flicked down to my boobs on display and lingered a little bit too long for me not to notice. He looked up suddenly and winced apologetically. I ignored it and smiled.

‘Mr Hobbs…’

‘Brian...call me Brian dear!’

Blurgh! I hated it when he called me dear...it sounded so damn patronising.

‘Sure...Brian...I was wondering if you could do me a favour...my pool is being renovated at the moment and I was really hoping to work on my tan this weekend….would you mind if I did some sunbathing here?’

His eyes bug-eyed in surprise.

‘Vicky... I’m a little surprised you wanted to come here? We haven’t ...you know...really kept in touch?’

What of course he meant was I made it plain if unspoken I didn’t like him when I was round here a lot. And he knew that I knew that he had been perving on me which was totally unacceptable.

Oh shit! What if he won’t let me do this because he thinks I don’t like him! I better do what I always do to get my way

I took a fractional step toward him while raising an arm to play with my hair, this had the effect of jutting my breasts out higher. I also gave my big eyed puppy dog look with matching pout.

‘Brian...I know when I was younger I was pretty mean and unfriendly to you...and I’m really sorry about that...to be honest it's part of the reason I wanted to come here...to forgive myself for being so mean.’

He looked perplexed and then looked to side embarrassed.

‘But...well...it's understandable...I mean you were a young teenager and I may have ...you know….looked a little too closely...from time to time.’

From time to time! All the fucking time! I was actually surprised he had that level of self awareness! At least he knew he was being an asshole. My orders needed to be carried out so I continued to try and get him onside.

‘But Brian I knew what I was doing! I was so hot and what should I have expected when I wore such tight and revealing clothes all the time. To be honest in hindsight...i’d have been insulted if you hadn’t checked me out!’

As I apologised for my ‘error’ He felt more comfortable and turned to look me in the eyes...then another reflexive booby glance. He looked up at me again to see if I’d noticed. I felt myself smile warmly at him as if nothing was wrong.

I must make it non-verbally clear I like him looking. A smile always works well to give a man permission.

‘So...can I use your pool?’

He smiled still uncertain. ‘Sure Vicky...come on in...make yourself at home’