Free Taxi Teasing by Stephanie Knight Page B

strength of power without seemingly trying. This time I couldn’t even put it down to the effects of alcohol but I told myself that I was reading too much into it , again brushing aside the little warning voice in my head . I heard myself inviting him round for coffee, an invitation he seemed genuinely keen to accept, which both surprised and flattered me. I tried to come across as casual and nonchalant as I gave my address details although a s soon as I ended the call it was a completely different story altogether!
    I flew around my flat plumping cushions, washing cups, straightening the bed , well you never know do you?, sliding to a dead stop in front of the mirror. OK, the flat was presentable but what about me? I reasoned that I might just have enough time for a very quick shower and a quick lick of makeup before he arrived so I bolted towards the bathroom and began stripping off my clothes , ensuring that I bundle d them into the linen basket rather than leave them strewn all over the floor as I would usually do. I flicked the shower on whilst I went looking for a fresh towel. I was pleased with myself that I was using every second wisely and not wasting time waiting for the hot water.
    I tied my long glossy hair up in a high ponytail so that it wouldn’t get wet , I reasoned that since I had w ashed it yesterday anyway I would save even more time by not washing it again so, pleased with my own efficiency, I stepped into the bath tub under the spray of tepid water. Hmm, could have done with a few more minutes I thought but there was no time to waste as I still had to work out what to wear and put on makeup that looked like I had made no effort at all. I smiled ironically to myself at that thought and I was just lathering myself up with my favourite Baylis & Harding shower gel when the doorbell chimed. I froze. I think my heart stopped. ‘What the hell?’ ‘ Noooo , no, no, no, no, not yet!!’ I stepped out of the shower still covered in slippery suds and covered myself with my white cotton robe. The door bell chimed again. ‘Hang on!’ I called as I scurried down the hallway towards the front door. I left the chain on and opened the door just enough to see my visitor. To my dismay it was him. Already. My heart sank. I smiled apologetically as I removed the chain and then opened the door to let him enter.’ I, um, thought I had a bit more time to freshen up’ I said staring down at the foamy puddles I was leaving on the floor. He laughed, ‘ You look fresh enough to me’ nodding at my breasts which were clearly on show through the wet cotton material. I smiled weakly a t his attempt to ease my obvious embarrassment and hurriedly ushered him into the lounge. He stood casually beside  the big bay window, his hands in his pockets looking every inch as mesmerising as I remembered. I hovered in the doorway, ‘If you wouldn’t mind, I’ll just be a few minutes’ I mumbled as I gestured to my robe and immediately scuttled out of the room without waiting for a reply.  I had left the shower running and it was a small consolation that it had actually reached an enjoyable temperature by t he time I stepped back under it.
    I was rinsing off the now sticky residue of the shower gel when I had the same strange feeling of being watched that I had experienced in the club . I glanced over my shoulder and did a double take in shock . He was leaning  against the doorway with his arms crossed, smiling. ‘Don’t mind me’ he said and made no effort to move. I was taken aback by his sheer audacity and was about to vent my indignation but stopped with the realisation that I was sexually aroused by his intrusion.
    I am proud of my body and very uninhibited so if he wanted a show I would damned well give him one. I reached for the shower gel again, and turned full on to face him. He could see my body in all its glistening glory. My long toned legs, my flat belly , tiny waist and my heavy full breasts with dark pink nipples