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    Date: 5/21/2017, Categories: Cuckold, Author: Alexanderpwllglas, Source: LushStories

    I had a part time job at a friend's window company, three half days a week, measuring clients' windows so the company could prepare a quotation. I've had several "interesting" experiences, but none quite as exciting as this one. I turned up at the client's house, armed with my trusty tape and notebook. It sounds like a cliché but, having rung the doorbell, the door was opened by a gorgeous young woman. She wore a skirt and a thin T-shirt. There was a chill in the air and, in the few seconds it took for me to introduce myself, her nipples had hardened and stuck out under her T-shirt. Gazing steadfastly at those gorgeous protrusions, it was a struggle to explain who I was and why I had called. But I managed. "Where would you like to start?" she asked. By gently sucking your beautiful nipples, I thought, but said. "Let's start in the lounge." As I began my work she asked if I'd a like a coffee. I began measuring. She returned and handed me the drink and, as I paused to sip it, she draped herself, rather provocatively, over the arm of the settee. We chatted, small talk, pleasant enough, although I confess that my mind wasn't really on what she was saying. The thing was she looked at me all the time she was chatting. Well, of course she did, but I mean really looked, sort of holding my eyes with hers, almost challenging me. I found it unnerving and arousing at the same time. She moved in a very slow, languorous manner. I felt drawn in and concentration was very difficult. Twice ...
    while I was measuring, I didn't press the grip button on the tape correctly and the tape came shuttering back into the spool. After the second time, she said, "Would you like me to hold the end for you?" I turned to look at her and her gaze did not waver. Her comment had been deliberately provocative and she stared into my eyes. "I'd love that," I said. Without a word she slid off the arm of the settee, came over to me and gripped the end of the tape. Beginning to slightly extend it, she asked, "Where do you want me to put it?" Her eyes never left mine. I did an involuntary self-conscious giggle, like a twelve year old. I immediately regretted it. Still looking into my eyes, she raised an eyebrow, questioningly. "Sorry," I muttered. " That's quite alright," she purred, smiling. She slowly and sensually pulled the tape from the spool. My God she knew what she was doing. How could pulling out a tape measure give me an erection? But no doubt about it, I was getting hard. The chat continued as we measured the windows together, always that unwavering look in her eyes. As we finished the last window downstairs I wound in the tape and, instead of letting go, she held on and came with it. I didn't notice at first then glanced up as I became aware of her being at the end of the tape. She came right up to me still hanging on to it. The tape wasn't the only thing currently being wound up. My jeans bulged! When the tape was wound right in she said very quietly, still maintaining that eye ...
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