"Can I? Please? Please Please PLEASE?"
She was doing a very good imitation of a six-year-old, but it was all in fun. I had to admit, I had brought it on myself when I crossed the line between being an incorrigible flirt and an indelicate one. A few months ago, she and I had met to go for a walk and a bite to eat, and I had shown her a picture of myself I had taken with my cell phone. She had been shy, at first, and refused to look at it while I was in the room. After our walk, we had shared a bottle of wine and gone out to dinner. On the taxi ride home, while we cuddled and I kissed and licked her ears and her neck, we looked at the photo together. She told me that she doesn't usually find such things attractive, but mine looked quite nice. I thought this a wonderful compliment! And she reinforced it by surprising me with a nice, very forceful, wet kiss on the elevator ride back up to my place to get her purse. This was like nothing I had ever experienced before; I have had my share of lovers, but their kisses were always quite demur. None of them had ever taken charge like this; it was nice to be on the receiving end of so much passion!
She came inside for a few minutes so we could say good-bye in privacy; it might be quite some time before our paths crossed again. We sat together, on the sofa, and traded a few more kisses. Suddenly, she had stood up, as if dragging herself away; I suppose she was thinking about her long drive home, but I like to imagine she was on the verge of ripping off my clothes and kissing me in even more sensitive places. Or perhaps she felt too close to being tempted by my playful suggestion that we should take turns licking each others' breasts. I am, or try to be, a gentleman, and would do nothing to prevent her leaving. We walked out to the hall together, and she picked up her purse. I asked her to shut her eyes, since I had one more surprise for her. I am not sure what she must have thought I had planned, given the picture I had surprised her with - perhaps that, when she opened them again, I would be standing naked before her. That, however, would definitely have been ungentlemanly. Instead, I got down on my hands and knees, and kissed her calf. She giggled with delight, or perhaps because it tickled. I walked her down to her car, made sure she escaped from the underground parking garage safely, and came back upstairs.
Eight months had passed; it was now late fall. She had called me mid-morning on Saturday, telling me she was downtown, unencumbered, and asking me if I was free for a bit. I was, more-or-less. I was cleaning my new condominium; I had just been granted occupancy two days earlier, and it was a mess. There was construction dust everywhere. I had the time to take care of it now, so there I was, in a suite overlooking the city skyline, in my underwear and wearing knee pads, cleaning the engineered hardwood floors with a rag. Once I told her what I was wearing and doing, she absolutely insisted on coming to visit me. It would have been ungentlemanly to say no!
She got there about ten minutes later, and walked right past the front desk - since the upper levels of the building are still under construction, the concierge cum security guard sometimes leaves his desk to go on patrol. There was a knock on the door. I had put my jeans and T-shirt back on; no sense in teasing her unduly, or giving the neighbours a site they might not want to see.
"Aw! You got dressed."
She was making a joke of it, but sounded genuinely disappointed. I smiled. I couldn't resist setting her up for a chance to say something flirtatious.
"Haven't you seen enough of me?"
She giggled.
"No, not in the flesh... And that was a long time ago. Do you have another picture to show me?"
"Actually, I don't. But I can always take one if the need arises."
"I have to see it!"
I smiled, I knew what she meant by "it."
It was here that she started with the "pleases.".
"You know, I thought about putting my camera on a tripod and taking a movie of me pleasuring myself, up close and personal, to send to you."
She grinned, broadly.
"You should have - I would have loved it! But today, I'll settle for a still picture."
I thought about it for a few seconds. I am, it had become clear, an exhibitionist, but there might be a way to have even more fun with this.
"Well, I guess I can take a picture for you to review."
I paused for a few seconds.
"If, that is, you are willing to pay the price."
Surprise flashed across her face - she knew I wanted to show her what I had, and was a little bit vexed that I was playing games with her.
"Price? What price?"
"Well, the last time I showed you a picture it was an act of selfishness - something I wanted to do. You gave me an unexpected reward - it was, if memory serves, a passionate, and oh-so-tasty, kiss. Today, though, you asked for it. And I'm afraid you'll have to pay up front."
I was sure she would be willing. This could become very interesting, since she was also very imaginative, passionate, and loving.
She smiled a sly, catlike smile. I could almost see her mind working as she went through the possibilities open to her.
