Twin Tunnels of Sapphic Ecstasy

And as I was feeding the goldfish he asked quite intelligent questions about them. XXX “Tell me what you want and I’ll get it.” So he did – acrylic paints, brushes, art paper, and I wrote it all down. “When I came here,” he said, “she said I was not, how do you say it in English, really coming for work, but to…” he’d actually blushed. [Until this point I have written the story from my perspective only. No clothes at all!”
“You mean?” He was blushing so much his face was bright red. “You’re the first customer I’ve had all day.”
“That bad, is it?” She was in her late forties, still very good looking, and someday soon I am going to seduce her, if she is even slightly bi-curious.