testing with Ms. Damon

Curious, you head back to the lobby. You see Ms. Damon chatting up a young delivery man who is obviously embarassed at this older woman throwing herself at him and just wanting to do his job.

"Ms. Damon, could you come here please?" you call out.

Ms. Damon turns and sees you. She smiles, turns to the delivery man, says something you can't hear, which makes him blush, then turns and heads your way. As soon as she is near you, her demeanor changes from one of a cougar on the prowl, to one of smiling affection. "Why, what can I do for you?" she asks warmly.

"Could you take me to your place. I have some questions about...um...women I'd like to ask you," you say trying to sound sincere.

"Oh, certainly. Anything you want!" she says. She takes your hand and walks you to the elevator.

In the elevator, you test whether Ms Damon will believe anything you say. "Ms. Damon, you're wearing two pairs of shorts. Take one off."

Ms. Damon looks down at her spandex shorts. She furrows her brow for a moment. "That's weird. I guess I was in a hurry." She reaches down and pulls off her shorts. She's now naked below the waist expect for her shoes and socks, but still believes she is wearing her shorts.

You smile broadly. "This is fucking great!" you think as you also notice your dick twitching seeing Ms. Damon's neatly trimmed bush.