Seymour Leggs - Tease Them With Ease

"Oh! Yes, we do! I forgot… it's been so long since we complained about it."

The hair and eye, the bright Christmas colors, disappeared as the door shut and Neil heard the clatter of a chain lock being undone. Then to Neil's great surprise the door swung open and revealed much more of the lady than he had ever hoped to see.

She was wearing a house robe. Terrycloth, nothing elaborate. Tied around the waist with a terrycloth cord. But that was about the only area where the house robe came together. He saw directly into the cleavage between two small but firm breasts. Right into the center where the ribs met. From there on forward it was the small, round mountains of soft-textured tit.

Their smooth whiteness and visible lines of broad blue veins were a pleasant, exciting sight for Neil. Unfortunately, the house robe managed to just conceal the tips, the nipples, the spongy buttons. From the breasts it cut a slow vee to where it was tied at the waist.

But from that point the vee opened up again. Like an hourglass trying to conceal an hourglass figure, Neil's eyes drank the sleek, liquid lines of two long, limber legs and a crotch unmercifully squeezing pink satin panties into the tightness of a full-mounded vee.

Her thighs were the full, supple thighs of an athletic person. Their graceful, solid curves sloped down to flat knees and calves which further evidenced a love for sports. But no tan. She was stark white. It suddenly dawned on Neil that this lady had too light a complexion to take much sun without burning, so she wasn't the type who could enjoy a golden tan.

She must have noticed his goggle-eyed stare because she quickly readjusted the terrycloth robe to leave herself in a more modest state. Neil was somewhat embarrassed but decided if she wanted to open the door that way she might as well expect to be looked at, and what a sight!

She closed the door behind him and held a long-nailed finger to her lips. "Shhhhh… my roommate's sleeping. She got in late last night… had the midnight flight from New York."

Neil nodded. "Where's the switch?" he asked.

She tiptoed across the room and Neil followed. As she got to the door on the far side she again held her finger to her lips. Neil nodded to save her from having to "shhhhh."

She smiled back gratefully and pointed at the bed in the room. Underneath a pile of disheveled blankets was a sleeping lump. All Neil saw was a tangled mess of healthy brown hair and a small, dainty foot. The rest was blankets, a twisted sheet, and a constant wheeze of deep breathing.

The redhead pointed at the light switch just inside the door. She reached out and flicked it up, then down. Nothing happened. She moved close to Neil's ear and whispered, "We've been using the lamp ever since it broke. That's why I forgot about it."

Her closeness excited Neil. She smelled fresh, clean, like she had just gotten out of the shower. That explained the house robe – who else would be sitting around in such attire at this hour of the day? Neil, nodded and stepped from the room, and she followed. He was already regretting the fact that he hadn't changed into his street clothes before coming up here. He made a mental note not to do any more repairs in his swim trunks.

"Where's the fuse box?" he asked the attentive green eyes.

She blinked. It was obvious she didn't know what he was talking about. Her red eyebrows furrowed and her button nose wrinkled into a state of nonunderstanding. "Huh?"

"You know, the fuse box. Where the fuses are kept."

That beautiful face was still a question mark. Neil realized he was dealing with someone who lacked the awareness necessary to get through everyday life. But he also saw she was beautiful enough to have these things willingly done for her by almost any man she chose.

He went into the kitchen and searched inside the cabinets until he located the box. The redhead followed close behind like an intent child. When he opened it and pulled the switch to cut the power in the apartment everything went dark. The redhead gasped and jumped onto his back with a hug of fear.

Neil was cramped over in the cabinet and could do nothing except feel the warm firmness of her small breasts as they dug heavily into his shoulders. Then her thighs brushed his to send ripples of tingling fire along his legs which centered right in on that inadequately contained peter.

She was trying to climb on him out of fear. After all, everything had gone dark. Neil whispered back to her, "Nothing to worry about… it's okay."

"But it's dark! There's been a power shortage or something!"

Neil had to push the switch back up and return the reassuring light to the apartment before the clinging redhead would relinquish her hold of safety. Neil patiently waited as she slowly lifted her tits from his shoulders with a grinding, soft slide. Then her tender thighs slipped along his until she was at last free. He turned to face her.

"Now the lights are going to go off again, but you have nothing to worry about. I'm doing it so I won't get a shock when I replace the busted switch."

That seemed to get through the emerald-green eyes. She blinked, then said, "Wait, let me light a candle first. I hate to be in the dark."

Neil waited while she lit her candle and walked into the living room. He noticed the terrycloth had once again parted at the top and bottom. His pulse hadn't yet returned to normal from her healthy climb on his body. He flicked the switch and decided to get the busted one repaired and scram out of there in record time.

He was glad the light was low in the living room as he passed through. His semi-erection was less visible. The redhead sat in a chair and stared closely at the newspaper in the inadequate light. That's how Abraham Lincoln used to study. Neil mused to himself.

He had no idea why the thought passed through his mind.

The removal and replacement of a light switch is a simple job. Two wires to undo, two screws to unscrew, and the old switch just falls out. Reverse the procedure with the new switch and replace the cover plate and it's done.

But Neil forgot the flashlight. This made things a bit tougher. Some light filtered through the draperies into the bedroom and he was able to do half the job. But the second half was tougher. He needed more light and decided that opening the draperies a few inches would do the trick He was sure the small amount of light wouldn't disturb the redhead's sleeping roomie.

He crossed the room and parted the drapes The light came in. With the new vision and the different vantage point on the bed, Neil couldn't help seeing what he saw. What looked like a body under the blankets was something much different when viewed from the window.

The disheveled pile of bedclothes was for the most part behind and around the sleeping woman. From her sprawl of whipped hair to the tiny foot she was totally, unquestionably naked. And what a body to see in full nudity!

Her head was tilted back, mouth open, she took long, slow drags of air which made her chest lift and fall. Her nose was sort of long and pointed, not a beak, a graceful spear. It was balanced by high, arched eyebrows of healthy thickness which had a slight uplift at each end. Her mouth was large, red, and languid.

Her gazellelike neck swooped down to straight shoulders and mammoth, unending pillows of swaying breast. They were huge! Large brown nipples stretched each round end like big smears of chocolate. She was partially on her side and her tits sloped and hung in two full mounds of creamy flesh.

Neil had thought she was a small woman by the size of her foot But he was mistaken. She was at least as tall as he was, but for such size she had a remarkably small waist. From the monumental breasts everything crashed inward to a flat, slightly heaving stomach, a tight, narrow waistline, then an abrupt ledge of hip.