The Killer Of A Woman

Episode 10

“Ehhh…you could hav….” he still tried saying but in a stutter!

From the reflections from the ceramic plates I was serving him food with, I could see his completely lost-self attentively staring and following the many sways of my sprawling melons! His head and eyes moved from side to side as my boobs did. I still remained silent and perfectly pretended as though I hadn’t noticed that my breasts were out on my chest and unconcealed!

After what seemed like several hours, I finally stood back up and that was when I acted like I was only realizing that my boobs were out and everywhere. With a brief utter of the word ‘oops!’ I grabbed the shooters and shoved them back into my camisole top. Mr. Johnson only got to realize himself at that very point too and in apparent embarrassment, tried returning to his books again, without saying a word. I waited for a while for the word or any move that could be interpreted as a sign to pull off my cloths. But both never came and instead we were quickly enveloped by a very loud but awful silence! He wasn’t going to make a move, surely!
“Oga, you no go chop now?”, I began erratically, determined to push further.
He didn’t speak but only nodded his head. Eyes still fixed to the book.

I was of course expected to leave now, but yet, I couldn’t just come to accept that so I remained where I was. I didn’t add another word to my last. I just remained rooted to where I was while he continued starring into his book even though I did doubt seriously, he was actually still reading anything from it.
After about 15 mins, he dropped his book and closed his eyes. I still didn’t talk. Instead I sat on his reading chair, just across where his food was sitting. He suddenly opened his eyes again, put aside his book and the blanket he had over himself and began climbing down from his bed. Still without a word. I then got to see that he was wearing a pajama-trouser. When he got to the edge, just exactly behind the stool that had his food, he stopped and began getting set to eat. For me, I needed to justify my reason for remaining in his bedroom with him. Even though his refusal to enquire a reason from me was a clear sign that he wanted me there, I needed to play better into the game by putting up any reason I wished. But before I could say a word, he started to talk.

“Hope you didn’t face any challenges cleaning the house this morning madam Daniela?”, he had never asked me such a question before, and he was looking at his food while doing so. I could still feel the ice!

“Yes sir”, I replied. Glad he was being a bit timid. A result of the edge I was driving him too.

He continued with his questions which did appear very irrelevant and pointless. But I tried answering them all. I did later add a twist to my s£duct!on when I dropped my legs which I had kept crossed all this while, and then slowly spread them apart! He stopped right in his track when he saw it!

“You had…a…you had a need…so..in..of….”, he was lost as his eyes couldn’t leave my exposed crotch.

I had white dotted p@nty on so I was sure he must have seen it because he became very slow in eating his food. But unfortunately, this was all he did all the while we stayed. I moved my legs and hip into various angles to aid his view, hoping to get a reaction from him, but nothing happened. And after several minutes that seemed like an hour, he dropped the shell! He needed to get set for a meeting! That meant I was being asked to leave!