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would have done.
    “Undress me,” she asked.
    “Hmmm?”
    “Please, go ahead and undress me. Then maybe I’ll do the same.”
    “This is unexpected.”
    “Well, I have been on my feet all night. I could use a little help.”
    But what Edgar started at a swift pace, Gillian slowed. “Take your time, we have all night.”
    “Of course.” Edgar got to his knees and carefully undid the straps on Gillian’s pumps. “Sore feet?”
    “No, oddly enough. I thought opened toed backless might be torture but they work, up to a point, and they do help with tips. Keep going.”
    Edgar undid the other shoe and soon Gillian was three inches shorter but still a statuesque red-headed goddess looming over Edgar.
    “What next?” Edgar asked.
    “Surprise me.”
    “Well, since I am down here.” Edgar touched the rim of Gillian’s jeans, his fingers tickling that skin just below her navel.
    He silently and conscientiously pulled at the zipper and slowly peeled back the jeans over her behind. “Lace? For work?”
    “Lace undies make me feel sexy.”
    Edgar tickled at the lace with his fingers. “They don’t leave much to the imagination.”
    “And what’s going on in your imagination?” Gillian asked.
    “Let me show you.” Edgar brought his face close to Gillian’s crotch and then she felt his tongue as it gently lapped against the lace. “Ooooh. That’s some imagination.”
    Edgar touched the elastic of her panties on each side and gently tugged them down. “You’re a true ginger.”
    “In more ways than one.”
    “Meaning?”
    “Meaning I’m a ball of fire when I need to be, but right now I’m just an ember.”
    “A glowing one.” Edgar pushed her panties to the floor and eagerly and deliciously started to lap at her.
    “Gently, gently. Oh my God you are good at that.”
    “First time for everything.”
    “Not true.”
    “Yes quite true.”
    “Well you certainly seem to know what you’re doing.” Gillian grasped the top of Edgar’s head in a hope to control his movements and to keep herself from climaxing, which possibility seemed to have sneaked up on her. “Let’s take it easy,” she said, slowly guiding his head towards her and back as his tongue did its work, shoving ever so gently into and out of her. Next she felt his hands move up under her blouse and press under her breasts. “Oooh, God.”
    “You must be exhausted, being on your feet all night, why not come over to the bed and sit?”
    Edgar was right, and Gillian stepped out of her panties and over to the bed, where she sat. Edgar’s face seemed entranced by her crotch as he shuffled over on his knees. Gillian opened her legs wide now and let him enter full force, his big nose pressing against her and his tongue greedily lapping and slurping.
    Finally he pulled his face away. “Should we, you know get comfy? Maybe lie down?”
    Gillian felt like it would be a much more pleasurable and lengthy evening than she had originally imagined. She was glad that it was the night shift that she worked. “I’ll just need a moment to, um.”
    “Catch your breath? Yes definitely. Would you like some champagne?”
    “You were expecting someone?”
    “Be prepared. I learned at an early age. I am an optimist, you could say.”
    “I would love some champagne, just please excuse me for a moment while I let down my hair. I may need to splash some cold water on my face too.”
    “Don’t change, don’t go far. You are perfect the way you are.”
    But Gillian would have to go far, as the suite at the Savoy was anything but compact or convenient. The bathroom was marble and mirrors and soft lighting that flattered an already perfect form. She undid her blouse and removed her bra. Edgar had brought her to the brink, and she touched her nipples, imagining all that had come before. It wasn’t so much that he had a fine technique as that he had had so little chance, as she believed, to actually use it and enjoy it. She heard the champagne cork pop. This