Christie sat up straight staring at her television wearing just a pair of bubble gum pink panties and a matching tee shirt ripped so it only half covered her breasts. She had her bright blue Xbox controller in hand and her headset on. "There's a Smoker out there someplace." She whispered panning across the screen searching for something.
"You know it's too bad I can't see you babe. You sound hot." A voice called back from her televisions.
"Oh I am hot. Now focus." Spotting her target she quickly squeezed off a two shots and eliminated the threat. Then she reached down and adjusted her panties, they were starting to ride up into the crack of her ass again and that was only sexy when there was someone watching. Home alone there was no point and the only reason she hadn't changed into something more comfortable was that she was to involved with the game and before that her husband had still been home.
The blonde had hoped that she could get a morning quickie out of David before he left for work. No such luck though, he had an important meeting first thing in the morning and couldn't spare even a moment. Not even the moment she had bought him by bringing him breakfast in bed. It wasn't that important though, the two had always had an open relationship. It was the result of him being a corporate man and she was a model. The only reason they even owned a house was because it made them feel "normal" truth be told they both spent more nights in hotels around the country and the globe than they ever did in their own beds.
"Come on, all we need to do is last another thirty seconds and we'll be in the clear for the gold standard on this level and I've only got a few left to get." Christie said firing off another couple of rounds. "Oh and you sound cute yourself."
The next thirty seconds were intense. A little more than she'd really been expecting actually. First a Tank, a zombie Hulk had knocked her from her perch with a rock. Then a Smoker had dragged her half across the stage only for a Hunter to pounce her. For a second she didn't think she was going to make it to the end of the level but she did. "Good job. I need to stretch."
Christie sat the controller aside and rose to her full five ten height and stretched. She interlaced her fingers as she arched her back pushing her chest outward until the half shirt rose up over her light brown nipples. She followed that by leaning down to grab the backs of her calves again forcing her panties right up into the crack of her ass. She was about to twist when the doorbell interrupted her. "Oooh pizza's here." She said to herself skipping over to the door. She glanced out the peephole to make sure that it was the pizza she'd ordered and not one of those pesky Mormons always trying to get her to go to church.
It was the pizza, more importantly the pizza boy. He cute, a little awkward like his skin had never quite caught up with his skeleton and now he looked like a shirt stretched over a hanger. His brown hair was slicked back, which looked ridiculous with the black visors that the delivery boys were forced to wear. If he knew that he was about to win the lottery he certainly didn't show it. He looked rather bored actually balancing the pizza with one hand while the other was about to knock on the door again.
