“You like the sweater Mom gave me?” she asked innocently enough, but with a wicked smile.
“I do, indeed. It fits you very well,” I replied.
She put her hands behind her back in a sort of innocent pose, pushed up on her toes and back down again. As her heels hit the floor her boobs jiggled in the most impossibly provocative way. I made no bones about where I was looking and she didn’t seem to mind. In fact, I was quite sure the little bouncing performance was completely for my benefit. My eyes moved back to hers.
“In fact,” I added, “it may be my most favorite sweater of all time.”
She giggled provocatively and suggested we head inside. As she started prepping dinner, I made us each a drink with bourbon, figuring we’d start with a little buzz before returning to beer. I made a nice fire and turned on the Christmas tree lights. We turned on some non-Christmas music and drank and danced as we heated leftovers. We had a veritable feast and were both heartily enjoying our party for two. I would have gone anywhere she had wanted to go on this night, but I was very happy she’d chosen a night at home. The fire was cranking and things were heating up in more ways than one.
As we finished up Lanie asked to look at the list of movies and I brought them up on my laptop. She chose one that we could watch and then said she was going to get comfortable for movie time and change into her jammies. She suggested I do the same.
“Hmm, well, I don’t really wear pajamas,” I replied.
“Well, what do you wear, then?” she asked.
“Nothing,” I said. “I sleep naked.”
“I see,” she said with sly smile.
“Why? What do you wear? I asked a little overanxiously.
“I guess you’ll just have to wait and see, bro. Why don’t you get the laptop connected up to the TV? I’ll be right back,” she promised, as she headed upstairs.
I cleaned up the kitchen a little and then got the laptop connected up with the television and dialed up the movie she wanted. It was a light romantic comedy, but I figured it would end up being background after a while. I was just settling into the big leather sofa when she came back down from upstairs. I stared in awe.
She was wearing a tight little black top with spaghetti straps and skin tight shorts, almost like boy shorts, that were deep pink with big black polka dots. It was casual, but sexy as hell. Her breasts were barely contained in the top and the shorts fit her like a second skin, highlighting the perfect curvature of her sinfully round butt. I stared as she moved about the room, seemingly oblivious to me, as she gathered up a few things, including her glasses and a big comforter. I marveled at the way her braless breasts bounced tightly under her sexy black top.
“Those are jammies?” I asked in disbelief.
“They are, indeed. Some of us wear them,” she pronounced.
She finally settled down on the couch next to me and smiled.
“Showtime?” she asked.
“I don’t know. Showtime already started as far as I’m concerned,” I said, as I took in this lovely creature settling in next to me for a movie.