cpower .... you have a great style of writing ... man i'm cheering for you 2 nail her!!!!

I agree.. i read a lot, and you've got a given talent. The descriptions and detailing remind me of the book "perfume" andeuhh thats a huuge compliment.

Lying half awake as Claire slept silently beside me, my brain replayed the sight of her pulling her knickers down over and over again. Even if the evening were to end right here, it was a vision that would be in my scrapbook forever. The more I thought of those few seconds, the more I began to question her motives for doing it. It would have been far easier to put her nightie on first, so I had to wonder exactly why she chose to do what she did. I finally arrived at the conclusion that my own nakedness had somehow placed her under pressure, and she had felt the need to reciprocate. The decision to let me have a quick look at her bottom was perhaps her limit, beyond which she was not prepared to go.

As I felt myself finally ready to drift off too, I resolved to at least try to persuade Claire to push her limit a little further in the morning.

It was Claire who actually woke me, slipping out of bed at somewhere around seven. I was able to watch her, playing dead in the hope of seeing something indiscreet. I did manage to see her nightie ride right up the back of her thighs as she rose, but it somehow managed to keep her bottom just about covered. She threw on a dressing gown and left me both alone and disappointed.

The smell of warm toast drifting upstairs eventually made me get up too, and I threw on my boxer shorts and joined her at the kitchen table.

‘I need to go into work for an hour this morning, so if you could get dressed in a minute’ she announced as soon as I sat down.

So there it was. Not a second to thank me for my restraint. Not a second given in appreciation of a little comfort. I hadn’t realised until then that her icyness woke up at exactly the same time as she did. I focused again. Whether her story was true or not, it was pretty convincing. Nevertheless I pursued it.

‘Work? On a Sunday?’

‘To check last nights update. The system’s fallen over the last two nights. Its my turn to check it’

'That’s a shame. I enjoyed last night’ I replied, giving her my best doleful look.

‘Yeah. It was all right I suppose’ she said in a monotone, her tiny face disappearing into yet another mug of tea.

And there it was again. Clearly the kindness I had shown her last night had been so intense that she had completely blocked it from her mind. Claire began to clear the breakfast dishes, so I gave her one last left jab to think about.

‘You won’t tell anyone at work about last night will you? I asked

‘Why?’ she snapped back, an octave higher than usual. ‘That’s meant to be something a girl says isn’t it?

‘Well I’m just a bit worried’ I began in my best quiver. ‘I know girls talk, and well…you got to see me last night. I just don’t want to be the talk of the office’

‘Don’t worry. I won’t say anything to the girls’

I smiled inwardly at her suggestion that she considered herself a member of the group.

‘Well it’s not like you have anything to worry about is it? I continued. ‘It’s all right for you. I’ve got nothing to tell anyone, even if I wanted to.’

‘Well that’s not quite true is it?’ she replied ‘You must have got an eyeful last night too. I hope you’re not saying you looked away?’

‘Well I was a gentleman last night wasn’t I?’ I reminded her ‘And anyway, that wasn’t the same thing at all. If you were ever to say anything about last night I’d never hear the last of it.’

‘Don’t worry . I’m not going to tell anyone. It’s not like I’m proud of it’

The room fell silent as the last word left her lips.

‘I didn’t mean it like that’ Claire stuttered. ‘I just meant I don’t want people to know that I can get a bit down sometimes’

It was clearly as close to an apology as I was ever likely to get.

‘I’m just saying it wasn’t really even, that’s all’ I said, trying to feign far greater hurt than I was actually feeling.

‘Look. I have to get ready for work. I’ve told you I won’t say anything and I mean it. Ok?’

I cast her an even more pathetic look and finished my tea. Claire was, for the first time since I met her, on the back foot, and I was enjoying it.

Her feet pattered swiftly up the stairs and I followed a minute or two later. As I walked past the bathroom, I could hear Claire turning the shower on, and the thought of the delights on display behind the door sent a shudder through me.

I somehow managed to walk past, back into the bedroom and picked up the shirt I had discarded so quickly the night before. I made no effort to get dressed of course. I certainly wasn’t going to give her an easy way out.

I had been sitting there for perhaps ten minutes when I suddenly heard the shower stop abruptly, and the bathroom door creaking open. In an instant, a five foot dervish had descended without warning. She was wrapped in a huge white towel, and was scrunching the two flapping edges of it in the small of her back. I was drawn to her tiny fist holding them like a dying man clings to life, but she was only partly succeeding in keeping that wonderful bottom covered. I just watched silently, in absolute heaven. She was still completely dry, and her hair was loose, flapping around her shoulders as she bounced around. Those calves again, those delicate little collar bones and that cheeky little rear all took their turn in teasing me.

‘Oh.. I thought you’d be ready to go by now’ she said mournfully.

‘No sorry- I’ll be finished in a minute’

Drawers were now being violently pulled open and wardrobe doors slammed shut, all while she struggled to preserve her modesty. A pair of tired jeans were thrown onto the bed and a range of blouses followed them in a vain attempt to find a suitable match. A fresh white bra and matching panties were sn*tched from somewhere, while a pair of court shoes fought hard to remain safe in the bottom of the wardrobe. Eventually the hurricane subsided, and she picked up an olive green bottle from the dressing table. She gave it a withering look of contempt before quickly placing it down again.

I knew just how it felt.

Silence returned as she began to gather her chosen items together, scanning the room for anything she might have missed. Clearly on her way to shower and get dressed, my hopes were sinking fast.

‘Claire’ I began, my fingernails sharp against my palms.

‘Could I… I mean.. could I just have…you know.. a moment?’

‘What?’ she looked up, her smooth brow furrowed for once.

‘A moment. Just one. Before I have to go. Please.’

‘No you can’t!’ she snapped back. ‘I don’t have time. Can’t you see I’m late already?’

It intrigued me that Claire used her lateness as the reason for not being able to give me my ‘moment’. She had surely understood what I was asking for, and didn’t seem to have any real moral objections. It was just that she was running late. This was certainly worth a final push toward the summit.

‘Ok. Well, thanks for a lovely night anyway’ I whispered back, my chin dropping toward my chest.

I watched her as she gathered up her clothes and began to make her way out, before pausing just short of the doorway. I offered her one last pathetic smile as she did so.

‘Oh God! You’re just not going to let this go are you? Honestly! I’m telling you now. If I let you see me, you’d better not tell anyone or there will be so much trouble.’

I thought my heart was going to simply combust, but I still managed to raise some words of reassurance.

‘Of course I won’t. It goes without saying. Haven’t I behaved myself all night?’

‘I suppose. I’ll have to have a think about it. Can you please hurry up and get dressed though? I’ll have to be gone soon’

She disappeared almost as quickly as she had entered, and I heard the bathroom door shut firmly behind her.

I sat back on the bed, shattered. If I was meant to be the one doing the tormenting, it certainly didn’t feel like it. I tried to remember exactly the phrases she had used. ‘If I let you see me’ and ‘I’ll have to have a think about it’ . She had never given a definite no, and allowed me to think that my plan just might work. Whether it did or not, it was clear our time together was short and she would have to make a decision very soon.

I had just closed my eyes when I heard Claire hissing my name from the bathroom. My heart really did stop until I heard her voice again, slightly louder this time. I walked out on to the narrow landing to be greeted by Claire’s reddened face peeking around the bathroom door.

‘I’ll let you have a look. Just a look though. No touching or anything. Oh. And you’ve got to stay there. No closer.’

Even though the prospect of seeing my little cherub naked in the next few moments was overwhelming, it still felt like she was the one in charge, and I found myself nodding my agreement.

‘Right. I’ll do it then. First time for everything’ her face disappeared again behind the door.

The enormity of her last few words hit me hard, but I don’t know why I was so surprised. This was Claire after all. Quite how anyone would manage to get close enough to love her I would never know. Nevertheless, knowing I would be the first person ever to see that pale, petite little body was causing pain within every single cell of my body.

The door opened again, only for her face to appear around it once more.

‘Could I show just the top? I don’t mind showing the top’

That minute trace of vulnerability had surfaced again, just at the perfect moment. I knew then that this was an enormous step for her, and her usual confidence was now leaving on the first available train.

I summoned the courage not to give in and shook my head just enough to register.

‘Oh. Right. One minute then’ The door closed yet again.

She used all of her minute, although it seemed more like an hour, before the door slowly creaked open once more.

And there she was.

It didn’t seem possible that Claire could ever appear any smaller, but standing there completely naked made her appear so. She had the toned physique of a dancer, a ballerina perhaps. Her nudity showed me that she possessed that incredible lazy ‘s’ curve, with hips that pushed her bottom out and her chest gently forward. A truly modern day Alice.

I couldn’t possibly focus on the details of her body details at first, as that first sight of her was so simply breathtaking. Her skin was flawless, the colour of the palest straw, with only the occasional freckle providing even greater interest. Even in those first few seconds I could see that her body carried not an ounce of spare flesh. She was standing almost to attention, and had brought her arms across in front of her, as all naked girls seem to do, and I knew I would have to wait even longer for that particular prize.

I was drawn to her face first, hoping that it would tell me the true story of how she was feeling. She had placed her hair behind her ears, showing even more of that cute face, while her eyes blinked more often and a lot harder the more I stared at her. When her eyes did meet mine, they seemed to plead with me to call enough.

Had she waited for me to say it, we would still be there now.

‘Oh Claire. You look absolutely stunning. Thank you so much.’ I began with flattery that was not at all insincere. ‘How are you feeling? Are you ok?

‘I thought it would feel a bit worse than this actually. It’s not too bad’

She didn’t sound too convincing to me and I took my opportunity to make sure I took my fill before she finally cried enough.

Her shoulders were quite square for such a small girl, on the verge of athletic, and a rosy coloured patch was beginning to appear between them, extending slowly across her upper chest and neck. Her breasts were a very pleasant surprise. Small, certainly, but much more pointed than anyone would have guessed from seeing her at work everyday. They were topped with pale pink button nipples that were the perfect compliment.

My eyes were drifting ever downwards following the lines of that flat tummy before being rudely interrupted by her hands, clasped together as if in prayer.

I had always loved her legs, as you may have already guessed, but the sight of them like this, uncluttered by tights and skirts, was another world entirely. Her thighs were truly the eighth wonder, not at all that horrid fashion model look, but instead tapering along a line drawn by nature herself, downwards from her hips to easily the tiniest knees I had ever seen. I knew her calves so well already, but I wasn’t rude enough to neglect them in their finest hour. Her ankles were so close together that they seemed bound, and as I looked at her feet, her toes began to wiggle, making dark marks in the pile of the carpet.

'Absolutely incredible Claire. You’re just the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen’

The faintest of smiles broke over her, as if some longed for reassurance had finally arrived.

‘Can I go now then?’

I didn’t reply, but can only assume that my face gave her an answer.

‘Oh’ she whispered, her nervousness suddenly flooding back. ‘I didn’t think you’d ask me to’

‘Please. Just for a moment.’ I tried to sound as calm as I could.

‘Its just that it’s so private. So.. personal.’

I declined to answer her again, letting her find her own way.

‘Oh God. If I have to. Here’

Claire’s arms seemed to move at the speed of light, and as they parted, her head rose towards the ceiling. Her nose wrinkled like a rabbits, and her eyes closed more tightly than they had ever done before.

I, on the other hand, wasn’t sure I would ever get my own eyes to ever close again, as they moved down rapidly to gaze between those fabulous thighs.

I immediately knew why Claire had been so reluctant to let me look at her most intimate place. She was almost hairless there, with just the finest strands of golden blonde hair making a very poor attempt to cover her modesty. I could easily see her outer lips, which were symmetrical and seemed to be already parted, ready to welcome some fortunate soul inside. It was truly a rare jewel.

‘I hope you’re not going to tease me about it’ she broke the silence without ever looking downward.

‘Why on earth would I do that Claire? I think you have a lovely one. Just like the rest of you’

The smile returned again, and combined with her nakedness, made a picture worthy of any gallery in the world.

‘Is that it then? Can I go?’ she asked, folding her arms.

‘Of course.’ I replied, stupidly.

She turned away and that pert bottom flashed into view again before disappearing behind the bathroom door. I heard the shower start up again, and all was lost.

















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Thanks!
 

Good story and a great storyteller.

I dressed alone, my head still filled with the sight of her. I thought further about how those angled hips made had made her stand, helpless and ready for inspection. How her tummy seemed to fade away underneath her. How minute her ankles were. The exact shade of those blushing cheeks. That ivory skin. Her most intimate, heavenly place. I tried to clear my head, only for it to be filled again with even more vivid images.

It was all too much. I needed far more time than I had been given. Knowing that little nymph was bathing just yards away offered little comfort either.

By the time I was trying to tie my shoelaces, Claire had entered the bedroom once more. Her hair was still soaking wet, but she was unfortunately fully dressed. She slipped on her shoes, grabbing at her handbag at the same time.

‘Are you ready then? She chirped. ‘Come on. I can give you a lift as far as the boulevard’

‘No it’s fine Claire. Don’t worry. I’ll walk. The air will do me good.’

It didn’t of course.

Monday came around even more quickly than usual, and I found myself watching the clock click ever closer to eight. It took an age to do so, and as the figures finally changed, my eyes focused firmly on the doorway, refusing to stray anywhere else.

Claire appeared, right on time as usual, shaking her umbrella and rearranging her damp hair.

The raincoat. The blouse and skirt. The tea. The silence. All were just the same.

Except that the same could never be the same.

Not the end ...
 

I hope that's not the end of the story.

I'm afraid so. Hope you all enjoyed it.

Reminiscing over this now don't you think you could have handled it different in a way she would have taken that extra leap?