Uh...

I was dumbstruck. She really caught me off guard with her forwardness.

"Um...uh..." I stammered.

"Was I too forward?" the redhead asked. "Well, maybe you'll come around later. You go over to the lounge area and have a seat while I go to the back and get a room ready for you." she said as she stood up from her desk and left her station to exit the front area through the door.

I was left standing there with many thoughts whirling through my head: Did she really just ask me that? Was she hitting on me? Man was she hot! Did I really answer her that way? What a dumbass! And what did she mean about "come around later"?

Trying to settle myself and calm my thoughts, I walked to the waiting area and grabbed an old magazine from the rack, before I grabbed a seat along the far wall, facing the front door. Maybe I could find an article in this magazine that I haven't read before and take my mind off of what just happened. A few minutes of peace and quiet, please.

At that moment, the front door opened and in walked quite a sight: a taller, middle-aged black woman, about 35 years old, with straight black hair down to her shoulders. Her skin was medium compexion and she was very easy on the eyes. As my gaze continued downward, I got even more of a treat. She was wearing a powder blue t-shirt with the sleeves cut off and the collar ripped away to reveal ample cleavage from her large, full breasts. the shirt was tied in a knot below her breasts, showing off her tight stomach and a dangling belly-button ring. It just keeps getting better...

Her ass was amazing: full and round, but tight. Her daisy dukes could barely contain it, in all its glory. Her long, athletic legs continued on downward, all muscle, and were topped off with platform sandals with straps laced up to the middle of her calves. Wow. Good thing I grabbed a magazine, because I would need to cover my crotch soon, as it began to stir.

This lovely lady removed her designer sunglasses as soon as she walked in and quite me looking at her right away. I think I detected a smirk as she slipped her sunglasses into the plunging V neck of her shirt as she began to walk slowly and seductively my way. She was looking at me so intensely she seemd to be reading my thoughts, but she only needed to look at my crotch to see what i was thinking: my erection was growing, and I crossed one leg like an L across my other knee to hide my package. Her smirk seemed to grow as she neared me and prepared to ask me a question. I stared into her light brown eyes as her full lips parted to ask me: