A Wonderful Awakening

"I didn't really want to disturb you, you looked so engrossed and peaceful," she apologised, "but I'm free now if you want to come over..."

"Thank you...Lucy," I stammered as I took refuge in reading her badge to cover up my embarrassment at being caught reading a girls magazine before realising there was nothing unusual in that in my new incarnation; "I was just trying to decide which style suited me best from this summer's fashions." I was quite proud of that one.

"Oh, you would look good in any of those, Alex, with a body like yours" she said over her shoulder, momentarily confusing me until I remembered I had given Kirsty my name. "Though I'm sure we can improve things even more – what are you after today?" she enquired indicating the chair in the window for me to sit in. Realising I had nothing else to do and wanting to spend as long as possible in this girl's company:

"Umm, a full manicure?" I queried. To my relief she smiled and said what a pleasure it would be. Pulling a trolley up behind her she sat down on a stool by my feet and started to manicure my unpainted toes whilst I relaxed and enjoyed that wonderful ritual and badge of femininity. She chatted happily whilst she worked and I gradually relaxed until I found myself engaging with her and had to be careful not to say anything suspicious. Concentrating as she was on my nails I had free reign to drink in her body and face, occasionally catching her eyes as she glanced up through the odd strand of red hair hanging down from her head. Her Paul Smith style stripy shirt tightened over her small, but pert looking breasts and as she bent over I could see the tops of her pale breasts above her white bra.

The receptionist, Kirsty, wandered over and quietly said she was going home early as it was so quiet and could Lucy lock up – of course she could came the answer, though could Kirsty lock the door on the way out to stop those teenage boys coming in and pinching stuff whilst she was engrossed with my nails.