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he had just scanned the same page five times
he set the book down on the end table. He realized he was as nervous
as he normally got on the first date with a new girlfriend. He shook
his head wonderingly, evidently his subconscious had gotten his hopes
up that this was for real and maybe he'd finally found a woman that
he didn't have to worry about cheating on him. That was always what
he wondered about someone right before his first date with them. Then
he'd forget his worries if the new girl seemed to like him. So far,
during his adult life, that had gotten him stung repeatedly.
    He heard a light sound on the stairs and realized that he hadn't
heard the shower on for a few minutes now.
    “I hope you don't mind” said Courtney, “I didn't
want to put those clothes back on without cleaning them and I left
the rest in my bag down here.”
    Blake turned and his jaw dropped. Courtney was standing in the
middle of the stairs, nude as the day she was born. Blake could see
everything about her physically from the front. She had dried her
body and hair as best as she could but the hair was still quite damp,
the moisture emphasizing the red highlights near her scalp. The rest
hung tamely down her back so he couldn't see the lighter highlights
at the ends. Her skin was colored as though she had a tan, despite
the time of year. The light yellowish tint he had noticed earlier on
could be seen here and there, highlighting her skin tone. She was
trim and fit all over with just enough softness visible to enhance
her femininity. She had a classic hourglass figure with a large
ribcage, a small waist, and hips that flared out just like the
classic hand gesture used by men for years to describe an attractive
woman's figure.
    He could also see her breasts clearly and she had no need to wear
a bra as there was no sag to them whatsoever. He guessed that they
were slightly smaller than the most his hands could hold. Her nipples
were large, erect, and slightly upturned, protruding from hot pink
areolae. Courtney had no hair visible on her body except for that
hanging from her scalp. She had removed the rest of it. Her pussy was
a dark pink and clearly visible to him. When she noticed his gaze
there she subtly shifted her stance to reveal even more of it.
    “Do you like what you see?”
    “Ummmm” answered Blake wittily.
    “I'll take that as a yes. Would you prefer I stay like this
or get dressed? If you want me to stay like this you might like to
close the curtains. I don't mind putting on a show but they're your
neighbors and you'd know best how they might react.”
    “Yes” said Blake, belatedly answering Courtney's first
question, “and yes, I'll close the curtains.”
    Blake got up and shut the curtains. When he turned Courtney had
sprawled herself on the couch. Her legs were slightly spread,
revealing even more of her pussy to him. Beads of moisture dripped
along the edges of it and he was pretty sure that they weren't from
the shower.
    “You said something about testing me I think?”
Courtney asked boldly.
    “Yes, well...” Blake had to think quickly, obviously
his ploy of ordering her to strip had just gone out the window. He
proceeded with the rest of his plan.
    “I can easily verify one of the things in your story, so
we'll start with that. You said you were excellent at oral sex. I
think I've had enough of it in my lifetime to be a good judge of
quality for it.”
    “Okay, sit down please unless you want me to start with you
standing up. I'll warn you though, I've weakened men's legs with my
womanly wiles before so if you choose to stand and end up falling
down, please don't blame me.”
    Courtney offered up a humorous grin to go with her warning.
    “No, that's okay. I'll sit.”
    Blake moved back to the couch and sat beside Courtney. As he did
so she smoothly slid from the couch to land on her knees. She pivoted
on her knees to face him and leaned over. Blake's gaze shifted down
as she closed in on him. He watched her