Pretty seduction

o bed. The following morning, I got up early and looked in Donald's drawers for something to wear, and I found this kind of muscle t-shirt. It was one of those things with no slee

I checked it out in the mirror and it was sexy as all get out; maybe too much - the material was thin enough that

e anything like this since starting art school and I don't think I could've stopped myself if I wanted to; the urge was just so strong. I checked to make sure that Donald was still out. Again,

my breasts were bouncing and swaying just slightly. Sure enough, I could smell fresh brewed coffee and P

first sip of coffee. The material of the shirt was so thin that I knew he could pretty much see my nipples right though it, even if they hadn't been rock hard and threatening to rip holes through the material. I felt sexier than I had in months just sitting here in this thin t-shirt talking to Ph

st. I thought about it as I drank my coffee and finally

p anyway to help. I joined him in the kitchen and he asked me to get the eggs out of the fridge. When I opened the door, I held it open as I bent in to get the eggs and gave him a view right into my shirt. The big

inking how glad I am that we get to have these bre

door open, still showing him my breasts.

e too,"

up on tiptoes and gave him a kiss on the cheek. "You're

nough, but it was so ero

ell. When I bent down to get a pan out of the cupboard, I felt the front to the shirt billow out, and again I just knew he was looking down my

me out of the way, saying that he was going to make breakfast. I punched

nk your coffee. I'm cooking this morning," I threat

ut I knew he would enjoy

turned almost invisible in the strong light coming though the window. My large nipples were prominently displayed. He just stood there and talked to me as I cooked. Whenever I leaned forward to flip a pancake, the shirt woul

k my breath away with excitement. I had a hard time staying focused on our conversation. Since I was cooking, I was looking there and he was looking at me as we chatte

e sitting there I had my legs open under the table occasionally touching myself and adjusting my pussy lips so tha

t I practically raped the poor guy. He had no idea why he got so lucky first thing in the day and I didn't tell him. It was really

I found a couple more of the muscle tees that were even more threadbare and one had some

But there was one hole about the size of a half dollar on the left breast. When I put the shirt on, that hole was just to the right of my nipple and you could see the edge of my areola - dark, reddish-brown and sharply contrasting against the white skin of my breast. This was a really daring outfit; depending on how I turned, my nipple could easily pop out that hole. T

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Once I got my coffee made, I made my way back to the table and sat down. Philly was reading the Sunday paper. I reached over and grabbed a section and folding my legs underneath me, settled in to read it. After a couple of minutes, I pretended I had an itch and reached around

morning. He said most girls had to get made up to be presentable, but it seemed like I could just roll out of bed, throw on an

er be careful ... I might decide to switch

d. "I'd just make sure to ta

mean you're going to m

ogether, I don't want to get pu

le slid back inside again. My heart was beating a mile a second now. As usual, I was out of control, I

t when I went into the kitchen, yester

ing up after yesterday's meal and he r

he sink. "Take that back or I'm going to shoot you,

the face with a s

spray nozzle. We fought for it and by the time it was o