She blew a hot breath as she looked at herself in the mirror. It had been a long day, and she was debating on if she had enough spoons to get changed before one of her best friends came over for dinner.
No She thought as she shook her head. And he wouldnt care, at least she hoped he didnt. The short black shorts scrunched in the back, and the crop top dipped so low at the front that she'd had a hard time finding a bra that wasn't going to be visible. It wasn't something she was entirely comfortable in, but it was what her work demanded of her.
A moment later and a knock sounded at the door. A smile found her face easily and relief and ease flooded her veins. She loved her friend dearly, and his presence always helped her feel so much better.
His eyes went wide as he looked at her. She felt herself blush momentarily before a strange sense of thrill tore through her core. His eyes kept dipping, first to her toned legs, and then catching at the low v of the crop. He was having a very difficult time meeting her eyes. "You look....wow." He breathed, and she blushed, the redness creeping down her neck and she watched his throat bob.
"Come on in." She smiled, carefully closing the door behind him and leaning in for a hug.
He was stiff. Almost robotic as his arm reached around her for a much shorter hug than would normally occur between the two.
She sauntered over to the kitchen, swinging her hips just a little bit as she walked. Knowing his gaze was firmly planted on her backside.
"Are you hungry?" Her voice was a little lower than normal, slightly more husky as she rounded the kitchen bench and lent forward on her elbows, squishing her tits together and providing a much larger view down her crop top.
"Uh.." He stammered, and she smirked. "Yeah. I mean. Yes. Please." He cleared his throat and looked away, quickly retreating to one of her kitchen chairs to hide the discomfort of the tightness of his pants.
She moved quickly, turning the oven on and bending over deeply to place the pasta in the oven. Positioning herself in such a way that he would be able to see how tight and short her shorts were, how much of her they revealed.
The oven door closed with a large bang, and she felt him jump, scared out of his trance of staring at her. She had never left like this before, had never been much for voyeurism, but this thrill of having him look at her like that. Knowing that he wanted her, was enough to have her insides molten and biting her bottom lip.
"Do you want some help?" Her eyes dipped to the edge of the table, where his prominent problem was hidden.
He laughed, shifting. "Arent, I meant to ask you that?" A hand ruffled through his hair, red staining his cheeks.
She moved closer, hovering just in front of him as she peered down. He had tried to squish himself tighter into the table, trying to refrain from making it obvious how much this new outfit was doing to him.
She sucked on her bottom lip thoughtfully. Toying with letting him sit in his discomfort for a little bit longer. Just to continue to tease him, to continue to see that look in his eyes whenever she bent forward and gave him a glimpse down her shirt or up her shorts.
But she wasnt that cruel.