I walk past you getting more and more irritated as you sit there watching me clean. I drop a magazine on the coffee table making sure I do it loudly to get your attention away from the TV but getting no reaction. I think to myself time to change my tactics here so I walk up you lifting my shirt up just to the navel. I ask you "Hon can you help me? " as I lift my shirt up more till my breasts are just starting to peek out from under.
You ask me "what do you need help with Hon"? as you give me a wink and a smile from the corner of your mouth. Well, Hon IM not going to tell you I want you to guess. I take the remote from your hands and shut the TV off and turn on the radio Rod Stewart is singing "hot legs ." I start moving my hips to the music slowly inching my shirt up then letting it fall down again and start to inch it back up again till it gets to my nipples.
I'm not wearing a bra so you see just a quick peek before I turn my back to you and slowly pull my shirt over my head as my hair falls down my back it sends shivers down my body and making my nipples hard. I turn back around to face you and am still moving my hips I take my shirt and toss it to you.
You miss catching it your eyes are fixed on my breasts. I move up to you and stand over your legs I pick up my shirt that landed in your lap and put it behind my back and hold it an end in each hand and move my shoulders causing my breasts to bounce and making you smile. You reach out to touch them and I drop the shirt and smack your hand I shake my finger no at you and tell you no, no not yet.