Client's wife
As an accountant in practice, I was accustomed to going and visiting my clients occasionally at their homes.
On one occasion, I had arranged to visit this client and I was sitting down in the living room facing him. His wife, who always seemed to be very friendly towards me, came into the room, saying that she was not feeling well and explaining that she had been in bed earlier on. I realised rapidly that she was wearing a nightie that covered not very much, my first impression of her full-breasted figure being how dark her nipples were. I tried to keep talking to her husband without looking at her while she curled up on the sofa over to my right. As she lay on her side curled up with her knees pulled up in front of her, I realised firstly that she probably hadn't got any knickers on and that if I looked to my right I would almost certainly be looking straight at her furry bush. I managed to keep my gaze in front of me towards her husband, who in turn had a strangely embarrassed look on his face. He obviously knew what she was showing!
I knew that if I looked to the right I would see something that I probably shouldn't and that her husband would know that I had seen it. I managed somehow to keep my face looking straight ahead, all the time wishing that I could catch a glimpse of her sn*tch. It was hard, and so indeed am I just at the memory of it!
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