Natasha

Sir's idea wafted in my head like cigarette smoke. I didn't know it was a 'task.' "Look into her eyes and think of IT. It take's only 15 seconds for God's sake!" Think of WHAT?! His cigarette smoke was coming out of my ears.

A sheer camisole jumped out of my drawer into my hand as I was getting ready for my facial with Natasha. The Cosabella is a special piece for me, a confection. Whisper white, delicate and sprinkled with little white flowers, it is a showy curtain for my window. The rest of my clothes, well washed and faded, consisted of black jeans and sweater. But this camisole made me feel dressed up under my clothes.

Today was a beautiful day and I was going to see one of my favorite people.

I arrived early and there she was, looking at her watch, waiting for a late client. She smiled like sunshine at my arrival. Tasha was in for a treat today. I was going to show her my camisole WITHOUT showing her my camisole.

"Niki! I haven't seen you in...what?...six months?"

We gave each other warm, bust squeezing hugs, her breasts in my face and mine at her tummy. Although this is a very satisfying greeting, I end up feeling somewhat like a pet.

"Oh no...not that long. Wasn't it May? Remember? The gift certificate from my husband?"

It was obvious we were very happy to be in each other's presence.

"What special think do you vant me to do for today?" she said sweetly as I gazed at her lush lips.

Natasha reminds me of vodka and caviar, lush fur and the smell of ripe figs.

"The usual. I just can't wait to feel your magic hands on my face, whisking all my troubles away."

If it were me, I'd be blushing, but Tasha knows she's good. And how!

Tasha gives her customers privacy as they change from their clothing into spa clothes. Most women demand privacy when changing, and rightly so, (me too, especially if it's my Mother.) I didn't mind if she stuck around while I took my clothes off to put on the spa strapless tunic. But today, I had a dare to fulfill, a personal best. After all, it's just us girls, and you know how that ended. (Smirk.)

One of the reasons I like the Russian princess is that she's a lot like me, an earthy paradox. That sounds pretty arrogant. I like her because she's like me. The point is, paradoxical women are an anomaly, so we stick together, like magnets to metal.

Let me describe Tasha, because you know ME just a little. She's tall, big boned but thin, (that's the opposite of me,) huge hazel eyes, lush, juicy lips, very quiet demeanor, and has the aura of a saint. But, behind closed doors she loosens up, just a little. After I start the ball rolling with jokes and admissions, she will contribute her own. Give her a little vodka, and she unleashes herself! But, I don't think she would need a little vodka with me. I'm her American mirror.

Don't get me wrong. I'm not a girly girl. Tasha's not a girly girl. We are 'soul' sisters, in many ways. She sees it and I admit it. We talk the usual talk but every time, it gets MORE revealing. She is a little more talented than I at the tactic. (I think.)

Back to Sir's game, 'look at her for just 15 seconds, in her EYES, and do what?! OK! this is what.

Today, two things happened with that freaking '15 seconds' dare. I still can't believe it.

While chatting with Tasha, my clothes flew off quickly. I stood there, in panties with matching Cosabella camisole, complete with stiffened nipples, and looked at her eyes for 15 seconds, (I had to count in my head,) before I whipped it off and covered up with the tunic. She watched in stunned silence.

Finally, she commented on the camisole, "Ees this Cosabella?"

Laughter peeled out of my mouth and she got it. She laughed too, very hard.

"Oh Nikita, you pulled a goot one this time. I vill be tellink my husband about you." she admonished.

Sir, that was not all. I will tell you the second part later. This part has taken an hour to write. The next part is not so dramatic, but it deserves telling. Hope this gets you off to a good day. (That didn't sound right, did it?)

Nikita