I knew if I don’t show all my cards at once we’ll both probably have a lot more fun. I want to make sure he’s nice and comfortable as well as hornier then he’s ever been before I show him my little surprise.
“So, would you like to make some small talk or do you want to break the ice with a little fun and games?” I ask him, knowing that just like at the club he won’t know how to answer.
“Umm… what?”
“I know what will help break the ice. Why don’t you just relax and I’ll go get us a couple of drinks. Will I find anything in the kitchen?” I ask him while I rub my pink painted nails softly down his thigh.
After a gulp and a nervous nod, I stand up and make my way to his kitchen trying especially hard to swing my ass seductively as I head out of the room.
It wasn’t hard to find what I wanted, seeing how I knew that when I went back into his living room he wouldn’t be paying any attention to the booze.
“Here we go!” I say pleasantly as I tiptoe back into the room.
His eyes nearly popped out of his head as I pranced back to the table. I had found a little flat plate to use as a tray for our drinks which I carried at chest level to give him an excuse to stare at my breasts. Although, since I had abandoned my skimpy black top in the kitchen my plump, exposed breasts were the metaphorical cake and the excuse was more or less icing.
“So,” I say as I set the drinks down on his coffee table and gently slide in next to him, “shall we toast to a fun evening?”
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