She didn’t even remember she was topless until she was getting the washcloth wet. There wasn’t anything she could do about it. Her shirt was in the other room ... with him. She had a sudden concern that he’d be standing up. He hadn’t looked so imposing sitting there. She almost sighed with relief when she found him still sitting, with his pants still around his calves, his p***s soft now.
He stood when she came into the room, and bent to pull up his pants. Then, instead of reaching for the washcloth, he picked up her blouse and handed it to her, trading it for the washcloth.
“You are a beautiful woman,” he said, standing only inches away from her. “I could get used to seeing you this way.”
She blushed, realizing that this man had completed a s****l act while looking at her ... thinking
