"Oh no! it's all over my jeans, too!" says Sarah, a look of frustration on her lovely face.
"Well," you say,"throw those in the wash too. Everything will be clean before you leave here!"
"Okay. Do you have something I can wear instead of these pants?" she asks as she starts unbuttoning them.
"Actually, I'd prefer it if you just wore that cute thong. You look really nice in it!" you nervously admit.
By this time her jeans were around her knees as she pulls them down her body. She looks up at you from her bent over position. Both of you are frozen in a moment that seems like forever before a shy smile lights up her face and she says, "Okay."
She continues to look you in your eyes as she finishes removing her jeans, at a much slower pace now. Try as you might to meet her stare, your eyes drift down to those fit, tanned legs, slowly being revealed to you as the last of her pants are pulled from her feet.
Sarah stands back up, still locked on your eyes, before turning around to place her soiled jeans into the washer. She adds some soap, shuts the lid and turns it on, all the while giving you a jaw-dropping view of her gorgeous thong-clad ass. She turns her head and catches you staring at her. "You really think I look good in these panties?" She asks as she turns toward you.
"Oh yes. You're the type of girl that would look great wearing absolutely anything or absolutely nothing."
Sarah giggles and blushes a bit. She backs up against the washer, pressing her butt against it and grabbing the edge with her hands. "Oooh!! That tickles!" she squeaks, pulling her ass from the vibrating machine for a moment before slowly leaning back against it again.
She gives you that look that would melt a glacier and says, "So, what do you wanna do now?"
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