Jen had been baking cookies all day, so her skin and hair smelled of sugar. It was all for a good cause, though. The man in the apartment below her loved homemade cookies.
Considering that they had been flirting shamelessly for the past weeks; Jen decided that this would be the perfect opportunity to get her foot in the door.
Satisfied with the arrangement of cookies, Jen headed to the bedroom to change. At the closet she chose her shortest miniskirt and 3/4 sleeve v-neck red top.
She moved down to the dresser and selected a black corset, black stockings and a pair of black cheeky boy shorts. Each of these in some way accented the curves of her body and the boy shorts hugged to her ass perfectly showing just a little bit.
After dressing she slipped into a pair of 4 inch black heels and checking herself in the mirror, running a hand through her short brown hair. Armed with her ticket in, she left her apartment and headed downstairs.
One leg cocked to the side, Jen knocked again on Jason's door. Her hands fidgeted nervously with the line of her shirt, absently stroking her breast.
Just then the door swung open and there Jason stood in a white shirt and tight jeans a bewildered look on his face.
"Hey, Jen, Can I help you?" he questioned.
"Oh, I was upstairs making some cookies when I realized I had too many for me to be able to eat." laughing, she answered. .
"Would you care for some of my cookies?"
"Of course, come on in, just sit them there on the table." he responded.
Jen's heels made no sound as she crossed the threshold of Jason's apartment, though her heart thudded in her chest. "Why don't you sit down, make yourself comfortable, I'm just gonna put these away." Jason murmured from the kitchen.
Jen adjusted herself on the couch, making sure that the skirt rode up just enough and that her shirt attracted attention to her breasts.
Looking coy, she sat and waited for Jason to return...
Hearing him start to walk towards her she began to pick at the line of her shirt and when Jason entered she barely gazed at him, batting her eyes and turning back to her shirt.
Jason sat on the part of the couch right next her, his arm touching hers slightly. "So aside from the cookie baking what else is going on?" he asked.
Jen cocked her head to the side as if recalling all the things she had been doing lately. She adjusted herself in the seat because just being this close to Jason already had her becoming wet.
It didn't help that she could smell his soap and know that briefly before he had been showering, hot soap and water sliding down his skin.