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.

“I could help with that.” She motioned to the table vaguely. “Since I caused the problem, I should help solve it, afterall.” She smirked.

He blushed and she saw his legs squeeze together slightly. His body wanted badly to say yes. His breathing quickened and he went to open his mouth but she was there.

She bent down slowly, carefully. Letting him get the full view down her shirt to see her lovely full breasts and perky nipples before she was on her knees before him. Legs slightly separated and head tilted expectantly.

His body moved before his mind commanded it. The screech of the chair moving backwards was all the sound he could hear other than the blood rushing to his head as he stood, the tent in his pants just above where she now knelt.

She fluttered her eyelashes at him, and long, deft fingers hooked into his waistband and pulled. She licked her lips as she stared at him before wrapping her slim fingers around his base and giving him a good tug.

He groaned and thrust into her hand slightly, his eyes snapping shut for a moment to revel in the feeling before his hungry eyes found hers millimeters from his cock. Her tongue flicked out tasting the tip of him and he shuddered, gripping onto the table behind him.

She grabbed his hand, prying it from the table and placing it on the high pony tale sitated at the top of her head before she sucked him into her mouth in earnest. Gentle teeth teased at his head as she bobbed there momentarily, keeping eye contact with him as she did so. She was waiting for him, waiting for his hunger to become too much to bear.

She did not have to wait long.

His fingers curled in her hair and gently pushed her down his cock, a hiss escaping through his mouth as she slid him down her throat easily. In and out she sucked, his groans the only sound in the small room before a hand found his family jewels.

She squeezed gently, pulling and squeezing in turn as he head bobbed up and down his shaft, her other hand on the base of his cock, pumping steadily. She blinked up at him, almost encouraging.

“Fuck I…” He moaned, and couldn’t resist the urge to push her further, faster, up and down her mouth and hand moved and she continued to squeeze him greedily. Her mouth was almost touching his pelvis as he thrusted in and out of her mouth at speed.

She could feel his body constricting, getting ready to deliver. She pumped him a few more times before pulling back with her mouth and letting the sticky white substance fall over the tops of her exposed breasts.

They stared at one another for a moment, her smirking up at him, still on her knees with his cum finding its way down her crop top and between her breasts, and him panting quietly, still shocked at what had just occurred.

He was about to apologize, say something to quench the slight awkwardness he was feeling when the oven alarm sounded.

Slowly she stood, accentuating that lovely Ass of hers as she did so. Even though he was already spent his eyes snapped back there and he felt a throb deep in his loins at the sight.

Perhaps, he thought to himself as he sat back at the kitchen table and watched her serve up dinner for the two of them, perhaps she would give him another problem that they needed to solve, together.