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"Okay on both conditions."

"Good. Now please get dressed as fast as you can and get the fuck out of here. I'm sick of looking at you-from any position."

CHAPTER NINE

"The dinner's just great, Linda," Joe said when he'd finished the steak. "You're a terrific little cook."

"Thanks, honey," Linda said, putting the little glass cups of dessert out. "I like to do things for you."

She thought he was looking appreciatively at her ass as she wiggled it, strutting to the kitchen for the coffee.

After dinner, she had his paper waiting for him beside the TV set, and his favorite show was about to begin. While Joe relaxed in front of the TV, she brought her purchases in from the car and concealed them in the apartment bedroom. The long packages she simply stood on edge against the inside wall of the closet. The little package fit in the nightstand. She found room for the larger package in the dresser.

An hour later, she was back in the bedroom-while Joe was running the shower. She looked down past the hem of her black silky dress at her ankles and the way her matching high-heeled shoes made her calves look so trim.

She opened the long packages from the closet and took out the mirrors. They were about three by six feet, but they were light and easy to handle. Joe always took a long time in the shower. There was plenty of time.

Peeling the tape from four adhesive pads, she stuck the pads on the back of one mirror. Carefully holding the mirror straight, she stuck it on the wall at the side of the bed. When she tested the strength of the bond, the mirror wouldn't move.

Quickly now, she prepared three other mirrors and stuck them to each of the other walls. Then she pulled out a chair and, slipping off her shoes, stood on it, reaching for the ceiling. With her small frame, she could just barely reach up to the, plasterboard.

Finished, she climbed back down and admired her work while she slipped her shoes back on. The mirrors were all straight and clean. Quickly, she stuffed the wrapping material in the back of the closet and shut the door. She sauntered to the dresser and picked up a brush and worked on her gleaming blonde hair.

When Joe came in. he was humming an old tune but he dropped the towel and whistled as he inhaled.

"My God!" he exclaimed.

Linda looked up from the bed where she was lying and smiled and said, "Like it, honey?"

"My God!" he said again walking slowly through the room while he looked at the mirrors.

He stopped at one place where he looked back at her through two mirrors. He stared at her body for a few seconds while her heart hammered away in her small chest. She felt her heart pound faster and harder, as though it would hammer its way out of her little chest.

Then he turned to her and grinned.

"I like it!"

"I did it for you, honey. I'd have died if you hadn't liked it."

Naked, he came to the bed and sat down just beyond her feet. He ran his hand over her ankle. She turned her leg slightly so he could run his hand up as far as he wanted.

"I'd like to strip you down naked," he said.

"I'd like to have you do it."

"This time, do you mind if I get a little… well, more physical?"

"I'd love it," she said.

"When I have to turn you over, do you mind if I sort of hold your leg and… well, flip you right over?"

She couldn't stop from wiggling her hips a little at the thought.

"I'd love to have you do everything to me you like. I like it when you really handle my body."

"It's a nice little body," he said.

While she lay on her back, he held her by one ankle and ran his other hand up under her calf. stopping just under her knee. He bent her knee a little and started twisting gently.

As the pressure on her leg increased, she made herself squeal a little, as though in delight, and rolled over on her stomach. He put a knee up on the bed and put his warm hand inside the back of her dress, drawing the zipper down to her hips. She shivered with delight when his lips brushed the back of her shoulders. He came back to her leg and bent her knee and twisted her over on her back.

While she smiled up at him, he bent and kissed her lightly, took the silky material in his hands, and drew it off her shoulders and down off her arms, peeling it all the way to her waist.

A shiver of pleasure ran through her body as he took her leg and again rolled her over on her stomach. He ran an arm under her waist, raised her ass a little, and pulled the dress down her legs and off her feet.

He ran his warm hands up herstocking-clad legs and up over her panties as he pushed the slip up to her waist. Pulling her up from the bed with an arm under her waist, he worked the nylon garment up over her tits, pausing to squeeze them through the flimsy little bra.

After rolling her over on her back once more, he straddled her waist and worked the slip up over her arms and head. It whispered as it fell to the floor.

While holding her captive between his legs, he slipped his arms beneath her back and held her up a little while he felt for the hook in her bra. The material loosened and he drew it up off her arms, the cups sticking momentarily to her tits, then coming free.

His hands were gentle while he squeezed her tits, but she felt her breath catch every time his fingers pinched the nipples. Her nipples tingled and ached while he worked the soft flesh with his hands.

He released her tits and slid himself back, still straddling her body, his stiff cock lightly touching her belly as he moved. His cock traced the shape of her curves, back over her garter belt, down over her panties, down against the tops of her stockings.

He slipped his hands inside the waistband of her panties and started rolling them down over her hips, rolling them into a garment smaller than a bikini. When they were down over her blonde cunt mound, he slipped a hand under her ass, then peeled them down to her legs. She raised her legs slightly to help him slip them down over her feet and off.

She looked up at him intently while he worked with her garters, unsnapping them from her stocking tops. His eyes avoided looking at her cunt. There was nothing to do now but wait and see what happened.

The garter belt slipped down over her ass, down over her legs, and fell to the floor. The feeling was delightful as he ran his strong hands back up her legs and then stopped, toying with the tops of her stockings. The soft flesh on the inner thighs tingled in ecstasy while he gently slipped her stockings down, rolling them awkwardly down past her knees. He paused to slip her shoes off and drop them, then he stripped the stockings the rest of the way off.

She watched in the ceiling mirror while he positioned her legs, spreading them gently. She wanted to scream but she lay quietly, watching him avert his eyes form her cunt, his hands gentle on the soft, creamy flesh of her thighs.

Without a word, he worked his fingers into her cunt-lips, separating the outer lips from the inner, making her tender cunt tingle while he massaged the slit. She lay back and rocked her hips with his motions.

Then, looking up through half-closed eyes, she said, "Honey, would you do me favor?"

"Sure, Linda, Anything."

"Would you stop for just a minute and open the little package that's in the nightstand?"

He squeezed her spread thighs and slid back off the bed and went to the stand. After ripping the brown paper apart, he held up the contents: a comb, a scissors, a razor.

He looked at the contents again, then down at her cunt.

"You mean… this is for… that?"

"That's right, honey," she said. "I'd like for you to shave my cunt for me… please."

"You know, that's exactly what I've wanted to do to you for a long time."

A surge of relief went through her small body.

"Then do it. Oh, honey, do it to me now!"

She looked up at him as he got on the bed, took her knees in his hands, and spread her legs, his cock turning stiff while he worked. She looked up. In the overhead mirror, her knees were spread but her cunt was still closed..