A few days later, Jason’s big work project was complete, and he was rewarding himself by sitting on the couch and swinging a golden sword at a giant crab with glowing red eyes. I stood at the door watching him for a moment, my yoga mat rolled up and tucked under my arm.
“Big night, huh?” I said. “Beating the seafood into submission.”
He smiled, not taking his eyes off the screen. “It’s a tough job, but someone’s gotta do it.”
I looked down at myself and smiled. He hadn’t seen what I was wearing. Yet.
“Thanks. It’s actually a pretty cool boss fight. The weak points are only activated when–”
He broke off mid-sentence as I stepped between the couch and the TV, dropping the yoga mat to the floor. I’d swapped my usual loungewear for the tightest set of black yoga gear I owned–or, more accurately, had outgrown. The top was a cropped sports bra that barely contained me, the fabric stretched so taut it left the faintest outline of my nipples and rode up whenever I lifted my arms. The straps dug into my shoulders, doing little to tame the generous curve of cleavage threatening to spill free.
The bottoms were worse. High-waisted, in theory, but the waistband cut sharply across my stomach and dipped lower whenever I moved, exposing a teasing sliver of skin. The leggings themselves were thin, glossy black, and cropped short at the calves, leaving the rest of my legs bare. They were so tight around my ass and pussy that I was confident he would be able to see almost every detail.
I stood between him and the TV, hip cocked, arms loose at my sides as if I had no idea what I looked like. The truth was, I could feel everything: the stretch, the cling, the constant threat that a wrong move might expose me completely. Jason’s controller sagged in his hands, the giant crab behind me screeching into the abyss. His mouth opened like he wanted to say something, then closed again.
“Sorry, am I in the way?” I unrolled the mat and laid it flat on the rug, turning and getting onto all fours whilst facing the TV, my heart racing as I dipped my spine and presented my ass to him in the most obscene way I could think of, spreading myself in front of him. If I was naked, he would be able to see everything.
“Not at all,” he said. “It’s your place…”
On screen, the giant crab used its claw to grab his character–some sort of mage–and lifted him into the air, throwing him across the temple arena.
“It’s your place too!” I said, slowly wiggling my butt from side to side under the pretense of my workout, hoping it looked as lewd as it was making me feel. “We can share. Unless you think it’s gonna be too distracting for you?”
“No, uh. It should be fine.”
“Awesome!”
I slid down onto my elbows and pushed my hips back into a stretch, feeling the material pull tight against my pussy. I looked up at the screen to see Jason’s character spring into action suddenly, and I smiled. Yes, he had been watching. The thought made me glad I hadn’t worn any panties, and I spread my knees a little wider, letting out a small moan as my lips spread and the seam pressed up against my clit.
Fuck, it felt good.
I heard Jason’s character die again.
“Sounds like you’re not having much luck tonight.” I shifted slightly, adjusting my elbows, which pushed my ass up even higher. I looked back to see Jason run a hand over his face. “Everything okay?”
“Everything’s good, just trying to think of a new strategy.”
“Fair enough,” I said, rolling onto my back, my feet still angled toward him, my legs still spread. I stretched my arms over my head, letting my chest lift naturally with the movement, and I felt the air on the underside of both breasts as my top lifted. “It’s good to have a gameplan.”
I closed my eyes, lifting my naked feet up in the air. I knew how my ass looked in this position, and I pushed the stretch even further to accentuate my curves. The outline of my pussy must have been almost perfectly visible to him now, and I felt myself get a little excited at the thought. I heard the rustle of fabric as Jason adjusted something on the couch. I couldn’t see what it was, but I knew what I hoped it was. I opened my eyes and his eyes snapped back to his game quickly.
“Hey,” I said. “You better not be thinking dirty things about me while I’m doing yoga…”
“What?” he said, his tone indignant. “I…what? No. Never!”
I sat up to face him, holding his gaze for a moment. His cheeks were slowly flushing red, and he had a cushion on his lap–hiding something, I hoped. He saw me looking at it and he flushed an even deeper shade of crimson.
“Honestly, Sarah. I’m sorry, please. I’m not like that!”
“That’s a shame.” I stood up quickly, rolling up my mat, my tits bouncing with the recoil, almost close enough for him to grab. “I was kinda hoping you were. Shame. I guess I’ll go do the rest of my workout in my room.”
He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, I was gone, on my way to my room to slide my fingers between my legs once more.
Turns out, this teasing stuff was kinda addictive…
He definitely can't be shamed for not being able to focus on his game, when he has such a sight before his eyes - I neither would be able to.
And for sure he thinks he's gonna get crazy when this continues - what definitely will happen.
Jason, I swear if you don’t fuck her soon, I’m going to come over and do it in front of you!!! Damn it boy, wake up!