Kim froze. So this was it. If she stopped him, she was teasing him, exactly what she had sworn she wasn't doing. And his words made it also very clear that Curt would lose his job if she didn't let him remove her clothing. They also implied that he would move up in the organization if she co-operated. The fact was, it was unthinkable that she should let another man be this intimate with her, but what was she to do? Was there any alternative to letting this man kiss and bare her body this way? But then again, it felt so good.

Harvey pulled her clothing down over the smooth expanse of her belly, down to her thighs, revealing the puffy, pouting mound of tender vulval flesh and the vulnerable layer of blond hair feathering out from the cleft between her labia. She lifted her thighs slightly to allow him to remove them all the way, and he slid them down and off her feet. She wore no stockings or pantyhose. The only ones she had had in the house were old and had horrendous runs. As he gazed hungrily at her thighs and belly, she was glad that she had not bothered to wear them. She would have hated him to see her in runny hose.

Ike ran his hands briefly over her belly and thighs and then gently parted her legs so that he could feast his eyes on her sweet and vulnerable pussy. Kim watched him, knowing not what to do. No man besides Curt had even seen her there and now this man, his boss, had his face almost between her thighs. She felt, in the back of her mind, that she should jump up and run, but she fought down her revulsion, determined that when she left the office today she and Curt would be no worse off than when she had come.

Ike parted her lush thighs and raised them so that her knees were in the air and her heels were naturally resting on the cushion of the couch. He stroked the insides of her thighs, noticing that she had averted her face and would not look at this intimate inspection of her genitals.