"I have a better idea," said John. "Since your clothes need to dry, and you weren't really into that hand-job, why don't you take off your clothes and serve me breakfast naked? You can have some too."
Sasha grinned. "You're incorrigeable, John," she said. "Okay, that sounds like fun. Go wait in the living room while I get out of these clothes. I don't want you trying to peek while I'm undressing!" she said, playful but serious.
John was confused, but realized that she might still have taboos about being watched while taking her clothes off, even if she was going to show off her body afterwards. John thought about saying something to the contrary, but decided to just go with it, tired of trying to fix all the details. "Okay. Bring your clothes with you when you're nude."
"Sure thing!" she chirped happily. "Shoo now, I've got to undress."
John dutifully sat on the couch while he listened to the rustling of clothing. Momentarily he heard the sound of bare feet padding on the floor. Sasha entered, carrying her clothes in her arms, covering her breasts but leaving exposed a neatly trimmed thatch of brown hair between her legs as she walked. Her skin was smooth and lightly tan, and she had a slight blush from her nudity.
"Where should I put these?" Sasha asked cheerfully.
"Just put them down there, next to the TV stand," John said. Sasha wandered over and bent over to set them down. She looked back at John with a smile, catching John looking at her well-shaped butt. "Oh, I see what you did there," she teased. "Naughty boy! Well, I'm sure you'll get a chance to see all of me anyway, so..."
Sasha gracefully pirouetted to face John, spreading her legs to expose her pussy. "Get a good look," she said, putting her hands on her butt and pushing her C-cup breasts forward, her areaolas a rosy pink. "I don't want you *too* distracted if you're going to be decent conversation over breakfast. If you're good, I might even let you touch," she promised, swaying gently back and forth, gently showing off her naked body.
"Okay, mister," she said, drawing her legs back together to stand normally. "What's the plan for breakfast?" |