When she saw Mike standing there, her cunt started to steam and flood automatically.

Did she dare answer the door naked?

No, she mustn't. But she could wear her sexy, transparent negligee. The idea thrilled her to the core. She couldn't do anything – not with Mike – but she could at least have the pleasure of giving him a good look at her lush body and watching how he reacted. That was safe enough – especially if she acted as if she didn't realize how much of her body was on display, as if she figured Mike was too young to be interested.

She quickly slipped into her filmy robe and went to the door, opening it and looking surprised – as if she hadn't known who was there.

Mike's eyes bulged out.

Marlene pretended not to notice.

The flimsy negligee clung to her curves. Her big nipples were outlined, pushing out. She had secured the garment by a belt at the midriff, allowing it to gape open at the top so that her cleavage showed and to drift apart at the bottom when she moved her thigh forward.

"Why, hello, Mike," she said.

"Errr… ahhh… our telephone has gone on the blink and I wondered if I might use your phone, Mrs. Metcalf?"

His eyes were moving all over her, and he was blushing bright red. His reaction delighted Marlene.

"Of course," she said.

She showed him into the front room, walking ahead of him and undulating her hips. As the boy dialed the phone, she sat on the couch, her pose casual. She moved her legs apart as if by accident.

Mike was watching her and pretending not to be watching her.

She stretched. She picked up a magazine and began to glance at it, so that Mike was able to stare openly at her, without having his interest noticed. And then, feeling absolutely wicked, Marlene pretended to scratch her leg and, in the process, managed to draw the folds of her negligee apart so that Mike could see her naked pussy.