With a very large glass of wine Tasha headed for her bedroom, composing herself in order to try and portray a calm and unflustered front when she contacted Jim.
“Hi. Sorry. I’m all sorted now.”
“Sit down, let’s talk,” Jim said.
She sat in the wicker arm chair in the corner of her bedroom and put the laptop on the bedside cabinet in front of her.
“Where to start?” he asked.
“We could do inappropriate clothes,” she suggested, hoping to avoid disclosing the incident with her father.
“Maybe. Have you been drinking?”
“No. Not until I got back and I’m on my first glass.” She raised her glass to him.
“Let’s do the clothes while we talk. Is that what you wore tonight?”
She nodded, stood and gave him a twirl.
“The blouse needs a camisole underneath rather than your underwear alone, but it works. Next outfit.”
She kicked her shoes off where she stood, removed her trousers and pulled her blouse over her head. With her discarded clothes on the bed she stood in a black push up bra and thong.
“I like that outfit, but it’s highly inappropriate.” Jim wore a genuine smile making Tasha happy.
She gave him a twirl and with her back to the laptop she bent down to pick up her shoes.
“Oh honey, it is obscene,” he laughed.
“You like?” she asked, turning back towards him.
“Very much so. Come on. Next one before I get too distracted.”
She continued modelling outfits, most of which were deemed completely inappropriate or only fit for a date with Jim. Her final dress was a long sleeved, black, backless, short evening dress. It was skin-tight to the waist and the back plummeted to the top of her bottom, while the front just clung to everything. At the waist a chiffon floaty skirt fell to about half way down her thighs. She picked it up and held it against herself to show him.
“It’s very little, Tasha. Put it on.” She began to move out of the camera’s eye. “No, don’t move. Show me there.”
With a grin, she put the dress on the chair, turned her back on him, removed her bra and pulled the dress on over her head. She smoothed it down her body and turned to face him.
“Very nice, I like it, a lot. Put some shoes on.” She complied. “Turn around and bend down.”
Again she followed his wishes then heard him let out a low groan. “I can see your ass. Take your panties off,” he ordered, making her stare at his intense gaze as it seared through her to her very soul.
Just his eyes on her made her gulp at the realisation she was aroused, desperate for him to touch her, hold her and kiss her.
“James,” she moaned at the sensation of moisture gathering between her thighs. Her breasts heaved, her nipples pebbled and beaded.
“Honey, take your panties off,” he repeated and this time she did, immediately, before bending over again, revealing herself to him.
“Fuck, Tasha! It’s definitely a keeper, but will never be seen outside of the bedroom.”
She smiled, coyly as she imagined just what sort of evening she could have wearing that dress whilst being confined to Jim’s bedroom. Sitting back down on the chair again Tasha crossed one leg over the other and then, slowly, provocatively uncrossed them.
“Very Basic Instinct, honey, I like it.” He smiled. “We still need to talk. I have been thinking whilst you were unavailable for sexting,” he said with a deep frown.
“And?”
“I probably do need to chill, a little. And I was out of line referring to Jake as an ex- boyfriend you used to fuck. It was anger speaking and I apologise. He didn’t try anything did he?”
