“Or maybe it would be better if I sat on your lap?” I said, still naked as I stood before him, my body on display, revealed to him after all our years of friendship. His eyes went wide as he took me in, flicking from my face down to my body, to my large breasts, to my hips, to my ass.
The lie detector’s needle was going haywire, scratching back and forth in frantic little arcs, and I grinned at the sight of it, feeling like some sort of mad sex scientist, conducting experiments on my willing subject.
“I mean,” I continued, stepping closer. “I’d kind of like to sit down for a bit, if that’s okay with you?”