She put her foot upon the footrest.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Billy," he said.

"I'm Marlene."

No customer had ever before introduced himself to Billy. Maybe things were different in the fashionable part of town, from where this woman obviously came, Billy figured. He hoped he wasn't expected, to shake hands with her. He bent over her foot and began to apply polish to her expensive shoe. She arched her ankle and Billy noticed how shapely her calf was. He tapped her foot. She stepped down and put her other foot on the box.

Somehow, no doubt accidentally, she managed to raise the hem of her dress in the process.

Her belly was thrust out and her legs were spread wide apart, and Billy just had to glance up.

He looked under her dress.

He blinked and beads of sweat popped out on his brow and he almost dropped the tin of polish.

She didn't have any panties on.

Billy was looking directly at her naked cunt.

Her cunt was wet and the lips were unfurled so that the juicy slot was an open oval, the pink flesh streaked with pearly ribbons of cuntjuice.

Billy figured that she had either just come from a visit to her lover or was en route to see that lucky man. He couldn't relate that creamy pussy to himself.

He looked up at her face.

She knew that he had been looking at her cunt. That was obvious. She didn't care, either, because she was still smiling at the youth.

Billy began putting polish on her other shoe, but his eyes kept going back to her crotch.

"You're a handsome boy," she said. He blushed. He was snapping the rag across the toe of her shoe and sweating heavily. He simply couldn't stop looking at her pussy.

When she switched feet again, she managed to keep her dress lifted so that the maneuver didn't hinder his view of her cunt for a moment.

Must be one of them cockteasers, Billy thought.