I get home from work and you are cleaning my house. I ask you where the girl is that is usually here cleaning and you say she is out sick. Asking if you need anything you tell me that you are fine so I go on with my evening routine. When I walk into the kitchen to start cooking my dinner you ask if you can help me. Telling you that I am going to put a frozen dinner in the microwave you stop me and say I need a real meal.
You look in the refrigerator and see that I have very little in it. You take out a few items and start cutting things up then putting them in a pan. As the temperature rises in the kitchen with your cooking you tell me you are hot and take your apron off. When you remove your apron I notice that you do not have a bra on and your breasts look amazing in your tight shirt.
I try to work on other things but I can't stop staring at your amazing beauty. Your clothes show how amazing your body is and my eyes are drawn to you. Trying to not act like a teenager I ask how your day has been and you tell me you are tired and sore from working all day. Walking up behind you I start rubbing your shoulders which startles you and causes you to spill something on your shirt.