I was asleep in your room when you got home from work and your roommate was gone for the next week. You walked into your room and I was laying on the bed in a white tank top and a thong. The blanket I had over me had fallen to the ground. You stared at my ass for a sec, you were tempted to climb in bed with me and wake me so we could have sex but you knew I must be tired if I was taking a nap so late in the day. So you pulled off your pants and walked back into the living room in your boxers and a shirt.
You sat down in your recliner and turned on the football game. You were half and hour into the game, which was really exciting, when you heard the bed squeak. Seconds later I was walking into the living room. Still in my thong and tank top. I stopped when I saw you and smiled. I was about to say something but yawned first. I stretched my hand over my head and watch as your eye ran from my feet all the way up my body.
"When did you get home?" I asked.
"About a half an hour ago." You told me, running your eyes along my body again. I could see that faint hunger in your eyes.
"Why didn't you wake me up?" I asked fake pouting.
"Believe me, I was really close to waking you up, but you looked tired so I figured you need sleep. Plus you look so cute when you sleep." You smiled at you.
"I wasn't tired I was just horny so I figured I would sleep till you got home." I started to walk towards you.
"Oh?" You said in a questioning voice.