Neil nodded. 'Okay, I'll do it Day after tomorrow.'
'Four o'clock.'
'Four o'clock.' Neil stood and silently walked from the apartment. His heart was in his stomach, he had goofed, the dirty bastard had him trapped. His only hope was that the model would be beautiful and his face obscured in the new photographs. Big hope.
He took his tools to the apartment of Miss Touffle, after changing out of his swimsuit. He was completely occupied with thoughts of Helen's giant husband as he rang the doorbell. The door was opened by a short woman with ebony-black hair pulled tightly back on her head.
She had large, heavily made-up eyes and pink-rouged cheeks. She smiled. 'Oh? Are you the repairman?' she asked.
Neil nodded. 'Yes, I'm here to fix your faucet'
'Wonderful.' She opened the door fully and Neil saw she was dressed in a pink leotard. The skin-tight body stocking hugged her body like flesh. She led the way to the kitchen and pointed at a dripping faucet. 'That's the culprit.'
Neil surveyed the job and said, 'It won't take long. It must be the washer.'
'Good. I'll be in the other room doing my exercises. Let me know when you're done.'
She walked off and Neil noticed how solidly built she was. Her legs were her most outstanding feature. They were long and muscular. With each step the defined muscles rippled sensuously up her legs to the perfect ovals of tight, hard buns. Her waist was the thinnest he had ever seen. He figured she was some kind of athlete or something, she was built like the Russian gymnasts he saw on television. Muscular but not thick He turned his attention to the faucet.
He didn't notice when it started but soon he found himself humming along with some very pleasant music. The faucet washer was worn. He replaced It and the drip stopped. As he put his tools into the toolbox he heard Miss Touffle coming from the next room.
'Isn't this you?' she was asking. Neil saw she was carrying a copy of the paper with his picture on the front page.
His first impulse was to act humble… but then he remembered the wise words of Mr. Crocker. He played the role. 'Yes, ma'am, that's me,' he proudly said.
'Oh.' She looked again at the picture. 'Do you dance?'
'Huh?'
'I was noticing your body. It's quite well developed, like that of a dancer.'
'Oh! No, I don't dance. But I swim on the swim team,' he replied.
She nodded. 'That's it. You look like you'd be an excellent dancer.' She dropped the paper and started to size him up with her eyes.
'Well, actually I'm pretty awkward. Oh, I do the dances at school, but I don't think that's what you mean…'
'Come with me, young man. I'd like you to see something,' she said. Abruptly she turned and strutted into the next room. Neil followed.
It was a two bedroom apartment but the second bedroom was lined with mirrors along two walls. A long bar about waist high ran the length of the third wall. She stopped in the center of the room, turned, and gracefully did a knee-bending dip with one hand extended.
Neil stood just inside the door and watched. The music came from a small stereo in the corner. She leaped into the air from her squatting position and flicked her feet several times before landing. Then she went into a wild spin and jumped like a gazelle almost halfway across the room. Neil was impressed, he had watched the guys on the track team practice their jumping… none of them came close to her distance.
She turned to him and smiled sweetly. 'Take off your shoes, Neil. Let's see how far you can leap.'
'Oh, Miss Touffle, I don't think I can do it very well,' he mumbled.
'Now, come on, Neil, just give it a try.'
He heard the echo of Mr. Crocker's words once again and swallowed his shyness. Quickly he kicked his shoes off and took three prancing steps before launching himself high into the air. He was pleasantly surprised at how well he did. It was a fine jump.
'Excellent!' Miss Touffle screeched. 'Why, you're magnificent, simply magnificent!'
'Thank you,' he said. Then on impulse he asked the obvious: 'Are you a ballet dancer?'
She nodded as she approached him. 'Yes… not professionally anymore. I gave that up after my second husband died. But I do give lessons. That's why I've made my studio here.'
'It's very nice,' said Neil. He was edging toward his shoes.
'Wait. I want you to try one more thing. To see how limber you are.' She did the deep squat again. This time she stayed down. 'Can you do this?'
Neil's eyes were glued to the husky lump of flesh and hair bulging against the crotch of her leotard. He had never seen anyone so supple, so graceful. He slowly squatted down as far as he could.
She raised up and circled him. 'Very good,' she bummed as she pushed softly back on his shoulders. 'Must keep your back straight… that's right'
She was standing in front of him with her mounded crotch right in his face. Neil could feel the heat of her exercised body and loins on his cheeks. The pinkness of the leotard gave her a confection-sweet appearance. He decided it was time to test the advice of Mr. Crocker.
Impulsively, without thinking or hesitating, he leaned forward and kissed her mound. She froze. He rocked back and waited. She stepped back two graceful steps and stared down at him. 'You're not taking me seriously, are you?' she asked.
Neil knew he'd won. If she was going to react to his gutsy advance she would already be at it. But instead she was asking stupid questions. He smiled. 'I can't think about dancing with you looking like you do. I'm sorry, but I just can't do it'
She blushed. Then turned. He stared at her firm rump then noticed she was watching him in the mirror. Suddenly she giggled, her hand came up to her mouth. Neil felt his ears growing red. Was she making fun of him?
His question was answered by her hand reaching up behind her to find the leotard zipper. 'Well, I can't have my student distracted, now can I?' she whispered.
'No! You can't!' he answered.
She wiggled out of the leotard as Neil watched with an open mouth. Her breasts were small and pointed. Brown nipples sat high on each one. As she bent over to step out of the leotard he saw the pulpy, tender flesh of her cunt The pubic hair was shaved back on the edges to keep stray hairs from creeping out of her leotard crotch. It was a full-blown, ripe cunt with a glistening red slit and inviting neatness.
Neil stood and found his cock was stiff as a board. It bent against his pants and caused a tremendous bulge. Miss Touffle smiled, did a bow, then a breath taking pirouette.
Her body flew into the air as she leapt with great freedom around the room. Neil quickly shed his clothing and eagerly pranced after her.
'Oh! Now I see my student is more willing to cooperate' she laughed.
He lunged for her but she sidestepped and he hugged thin air. She went to the practice bar and hoisted one leg up high into it. Her box literally lunged outward in full display. Neil started for her but she held up a hand.
'No. I want you to see if you can do this too,' she instructed.
Neil stood a few feet in front of her and lifted his leg up to the bar. It was a strain but he managed to duplicate her position. One foot on the bar almost straight out to his side. His erect cock poked stiffly up and out Then she grinned like a mischievous child and started to edge closer and closer.
He watched intently as her outstretched cunt moved to within an inch of his pounding cock. Then she arched her back and the hair-capped slit pressed forward to touch softly against his leg. She was too short, or he was too tall. Either way, it wasn't a match-up.
But Neil enveloped her in his arms and brought his leg off the bar. She squirmed and hummed as he maneuvered his purple cock head down to her box. She kept her leg on the bar as he lifted up the wet skin and eased inside. The yawning lips accepted him with a tight, hot squeeze.
'Ummmmmmm,' she sighed in his ear. 'That's exactly how I like it'
