Client's wife
One of my earliest clients was a builder who had a very well developed wife. On one occasion, I had to visit him at home and his wife appeared shortly afterwards saying she was not feeling too well.
We were in the main living room and I was sitting opposite my client when his wife came over and sat down to my right on a sofa. I noticed that she was wearing a negligee which was fairly transparent. It was clear that her substantial breasts had very dark nipples and she made no attempt to cover her breasts up. With some difficulty I carried on the conversation with my client, yet still very aware that his wife had reclined on the sofa with her legs drawn up beneath her. I was aware that my builder client was looking somewhat embarrassed, but decorum forbade me from looking to my right in case I saw what I thought I might see.
Out of the corner of my eye I realised that her negligee had failed to cover the back of her thighs and I'm quite sure that there was a substantial amount of pubic hair on view, but still I refused to look directly.
Subsequent behaviour made me realise that the lady in question was quite attracted to me, all of which imprinted the memory firmly in my mind.
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