Author's note: Alright finally getting to the good part guys!
Part 4.
They got back to the apartment in high spirits. Sophie wrapped her arms around his neck and they stumbled inside, closing the door behind them. They kicked off their shoes and Sophie pushed him onto the couch.
"I like where this is going," said Jason.
She placed a finger on his lips then lifted up his shirt. Eagerly he tossed his shirt aside. She traced the outline of the muscles of his chest and abs, feeling his pulse quicken as she straddled him on the couch. Then she stepped off of the couch and got up.
"W-Where are you going?" asked Jason.
"I'm going to go change," she said over her shoulder, already heading for her room.
"Figures.." he muttered under his breath.
"I heard that." she called from her room.
Jason flopped onto the couch, sprawling out lazily. "What is it with you and changing clothes today? We're not going anywhere fancy now, are we?"
"You'll see," she called back, her voice holding a teasing lilt that made him raise an eyebrow.
He shook his head, grabbing his phone to scroll aimlessly while he waited. A few minutes later, he heard the soft creak of her bedroom door opening.
"Alright," Sophie said, her voice steady but tinged with an edge of nervousness. "What do you think?"
Jason glanced up—and promptly dropped his phone onto his chest. His mouth fell open as his brain struggled to catch up with what he was seeing. Sophie stood in the doorway wearing a daring set of black lace lingerie, complete with stockings that clung to her legs in a way that made his throat go dry.
"Uh... wow," he managed, sitting up straighter as his gaze darted from her face to her outfit and back again. "Sophie, what are you...?"
Her cheeks were flushed, but she tilted her chin up, a mix of confidence and uncertainty in her expression. "You've been teasing me all day," she said, crossing her arms in front of her, though the motion only seemed to accentuate the curve of her waist. "I figured it was time to turn the tables."
Jason blinked, utterly dumbfounded. "Mission accomplished," he said, his voice coming out a little hoarse.
Sophie's lips quirked into a small smile, though her fingers fiddled nervously with the edge of her stockings. "Too much?"
Jason shook his head quickly, running a hand through his hair as if to clear his thoughts. "No, definitely not too much," he said, his eyes locking onto hers. "Just... unexpected."
Her confidence grew as she noticed the way he couldn't tear his eyes from her body, roaming all over her as he took her in. Jason stared at the way the fabric clung to her, accentuating the generous swell of her breasts, which were pushed up by the delicate, lacy cups of her bra. The fabric was so sheer that he could almost make out the rosy peaks of her nipples beneath. His eyes roamed further, taking in her narrow waist, before they followed the line of the garment as it flared out over her curvy hips. Her stockings, a shimmering black, hugged her legs like a second skin, the seams running straight up to her thighs where they met the hem of her skirt. Her long, shapely legs seemed to go on forever, and he couldn't help but imagine what they'd feel like wrapped around him.
