The devil makes work for idle hands and I think I was a good case for his attention. Rather than just sit back as a rich property millionaire, I kept myself busy doing some of the renovations myself. Coming home covered in paint or plaster in my old van each day, seemed to have an interesting effect on my young, well-bred neighbour, Sophy. She clearly had me down as a 'bit of rough,' and who was I to disappoint her! Particularly when the notion make her knickers fall down so easily!

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The eating finished, it was time to make my move. I stood and collected the plates, waving her down as she tried to clear. Then I came up behind her and poured another glass of wine, conscious of her slight discomfort at my proximity. "It's not really my place to comment," I said softly, "but it sounds like Stephen doesn't know much about how to treat a woman!"

"And you do, I suppose?" She shot back without thinking and I sensed her trying to catch the words before they left her mouth.

I let my hands drop heavily but gently on to her shoulders. "I like to think so!" I started to gently massage the knots in her neck and shoulders. "I tell you what. I'll tell you my theory before the end of the evening."

"Er. Okay," she mumbled.

Sophy smelt amazing. A mixture of perfume, shampoo and heady pheromones, I got the full effect that close to her neck. I bent a little and got closer until my lips almost brushed the downy skin on her nape and then I told her. You look delicious and you smell delicious, my dear!"

"Oh my!" She whimpered, suddenly unsure.

My lips touched and I slid my hands down a little forwards. She looked down. "If you go any further, your hands will be touching my breasts, Mister," she said, matter-of-factly.

"Like this?" I asked innocently, sliding them all the way into her bra, to cup her tits.

"Oh shit!" Sophy moaned her first expletive of the night.