begged Richard to lean forward and kiss it. With shaking fingers, he grasped the zip between his thumb and forefinger. His fingers brushed her soft delicate skin, finding her warm to the touch. As he attempted to draw the zip up, Pandora looked over her shoulder smiling at the uncomfortable situation she had put him in. He eventually drew the zip up to the limit of its extension. Stepping back from her she turned to face him.
"Well what do you think? Will it do?" she asked standing with her hands on her hips, her breast thrust forward, the nipples taught under the lacy undergarment forcing themselves against the material.
"It looks great on you" Richard replied trying to hide the shakiness in his voice.
"Great then I will buy it then. Just give me two minutes to get dressed. You can call Carl if you want, I don't think we need to go anywhere else." She offered her back again for him to pull down the zip.
Richard did so, and this time, she leant slightly forward and he could see the red material of the lingerie just covering her ass. He pulled back the curtain and left the cubicle. Beads of sweat had formed on his brow as he fought to subdue the sexual attraction he was feeling towards her. He pressed the switch of his personal radio and spoke into the microphone concealed in his collar.
"Carl, can you bring the car to the front of the store, Carl? We will be out in five minutes."
"Roger that," Carl replied
The curtain of the cubicle was thrown back and Pandora emerged, garbed once again in her flowery dress. They made their way to the checkout where Pandora paid for the clothing using a platinum American Express card. Thanking the girl, she turned and began to head for the exit, with Richard following close on her heels.
Carl was already waiting for them with the engine running, and Richard opened the door for her. She brushed past him again, and the feeling of his touch excited her. It had been so long since she had felt this way about a man. Yet there was something about him that was driving her wild.
The journey back through the now-busy London traffic progressed in silence. Richard and Pandora would glimpse in the mirror for time-to-time, one observing the other. Drawing up outside the house in Belgravia, Richard escorted Pandora back inside. Without another word, she left him in the hallway and headed up the staircase to her room.
Watching her as she ascended the winding staircase, Richard marvelled at her gorgeous ass as it swayed provocatively. Was this show of sexiness for his benefit, or was it just how she moved? No matter the answer, she had him captivated, and he was finding it difficult to separate professionalism from his desire to fuck the living daylights out of her. As she disappeared around the corner of the staircase, he slowly followed her up.
Knocking on the door of Hank’s office, he waited to be invited inside.
"Come in!" Hanks' voice called out
Richard depressed the handle of the door and entered. Hank sat at his desk, leaning back in his leather swivel chair. He had a series of papers in a file on his lap.
"How did the shopping trip go?" he asked smiling.
"No problems at all Hank, your daughter definitely knows what she wants," Richard answered.
"Yes, she absolutely does,” Hank agreed. “Look I haven't got anything else for you today. If you wish, you can go take in some sights. I go for a run most mornings. Do you want to join me? I normally do a couple of miles starting at 06:30 if that’s okay with you?"
"Yeah that would be good" Richard replied thinking this would be a good time to try to bond with his client.
Excusing himself, Richard left the office and strolled down the corridor to his room. The room itself was spacious; with its own built-in wardrobe and bathroom. His luggage waited for him in his room. For the next half an hour, he busied himself, hanging his suits and casual clothing. He put his running gear on a chair, ready for the morning’s run. Once he had