The second time he saw my breasts, it was not a total accident.
In fact, it wasn’t even a partial accident.
It was Wednesday night and I’d just stepped out of the shower, my towel wrapped tight around me, my hair still dripping. I heard him in the kitchen; cutlery clinking, cupboard door shutting, and I pictured him pulling leftover rice from the fridge, tipping hot sauce from a bottle, and eating it while standing up, the need to eat finally breaking a long spell of coding. He’d been crunching for the last few days, and with the deadline for his project looming closer, we hadn’t spoken much since I peeked at his laptop.
My body still dripping from the shower, with only a few thin walls separating us, I should have gone straight to my room.
Instead, I lingered, listening to the soft rustle of his movements and once again brought to my mind’s eye the images from his laptop. I had thought about them a lot in the intervening days, and to my embarrassment, had even found a few of them online.
I had found them very enjoyable.
I looked down at myself again and thought of those powerful, sexual, sensual, teasing, slutty, women.
If that’s what he wants, that’s what he’ll get.
“Hey,” I said, entering the kitchen.
“Oh, hey,” he said, turning his head to me slightly. “You hungry? I’m warming up some–”
I let the towel fall.
It slipped off my body without resistance, heavy with moisture, hitting the tile in a wet, muffled thump. I stood for a moment, letting him take me in, my breasts full and heavy, my pussy shaved completely smooth, my skin still flushed pink from the heat of the water. I bent, grabbing the damp towel and handing it to him.
“Could you put this in the wash for me?”
“Uh…”
“Thanks,” I added, heart pounding as I opened the cupboard and stretched out my body, reaching for a glass, just as I had when I reached for the popcorn a week ago. Only now he could see my ass in all its glory, still dripping from the shower.
“You okay?” I asked, as I lifted my chest, pulling my back taut, inches away from him. I didn’t hurry, enjoying the sensation of my nipples tightening in the cool air. Water ran down from my hairline and slid across my collarbone. One drop trailed between my breasts, sliding over my stomach and disappearing between my lips. I could feel the heat coming off him, every muscle held tight in whatever awkward pose he’d frozen into.
“Earth to Jason,” I said, finding the glass I was looking for.
“You’re…you’re naked,” he stammered.
I filled my water and drank half of it in long gulps, cool and sharp against the warmth of my body. “I am very naked,” I confirmed. “Do you…like it?”
I leaned against the counter, letting my hip touch the edge, one leg slightly bent at the knee. Jason was staring at the kettle.
“You can look, you know. I might even like it.”
He looked, and his eyes widened at the sight of me, my body covered with a glossy sheen, shimmering with moisture in the kitchen light–my hips, my arms, the inside of my thighs, all full on display for him. It felt obscene to be standing there like that, pretending it was normal.
Obscene and fucking hot.
“I’ve been meaning to ask, actually. The other night got me thinking…You don’t mind if I walk around like this sometimes, do you?” I asked, making my voice innocent and looking at him with my best puppy-dog eyes. “Only…it is kind of my place, and I miss walking around naked.”
Jason tensed, every muscle in his face working overtime to look neutral, but no sound came out.
“It’s not going to be a problem, right?”
He nodded. “No, uh…no, definitely. Of course not.”
“Perfect,” I smiled calmly, like my heart wasn’t secretly racing. “I think this living arrangement is really working out for us, don’t you?”
“Uh, yeah. I…really like it here…”
I placed my hand on his forearm and gave it a little squeeze.
“Good. I like having you here.”
I turned, presenting my big ass to him once more and bending slightly. I walked back to my room, slowly this time, letting him watch, enjoying him watching, my hips swaying with each step.
“Oh,” I called over my shoulder, turning slightly. “Whatever you’re heating up smells great. I’d love some. I’ll be back out in five.”
“Nuh…no worries,” he called back, his voice cracking slightly.
I went back to my room and made myself cum.
I like the way Sarah is slowly getting into it.
Teasing him just a little bit more every time till his brain short-circuits and bluescreens totally aware of the effect she has on him🔥
Yum yum 😋 so good, so hot 🔥