Room for Rent (Part 3)

The second time he saw my breasts, it was not a total accident.

In fact, it wasn't even a partial accident.

It was Wednesday night and I'd just stepped out of the shower, my towel wrapped tight around me, my hair still dripping. I heard him in the kitchen; cutlery clinking, cupboard door shutting, and I pictured him pulling leftover rice from the fridge, tipping hot sauce from a bottle, and eating it while standing up, the need to eat finally breaking a long spell of coding. He'd been crunching for the last few days, and with the deadline for his project looming closer, we hadn't spoken much since I peeked at his laptop.

My body still dripping from the shower, with only a few thin walls separating us, I should have gone straight to my room.

Instead, I lingered, listening to the soft rustle of his movements and once again brought to my mind's eye the images from his laptop. I had thought about them a lot in the intervening days, and to my embarrassment, had even found a few of them online.

I had found them very enjoyable.

I looked down at myself again and thought of those powerful, sexual, sensual, teasing, slutty, women.

If that's what he wants, that's what he'll get.

"Hey," I said, entering the kitchen.

"Oh, hey," he said, turning his head to me slightly. "You hungry? I'm warming up some--"

I let the towel fall.

It slipped off my body without resistance, heavy with moisture, hitting the tile in a wet, muffled thump. I stood for a moment, letting him take me in, my breasts full and heavy, my pussy shaved completely smooth, my skin still flushed pink from the heat of the water. I bent, grabbing the damp towel and handing it to him.

"Could you put this in the wash for me?"

"Uh..."

"Thanks," I added, heart pounding as I opened the cupboard and stretched out my body, reaching for a glass, just as I had when I reached for the popcorn a week ago. Only now he could see my ass in all its glory, still dripping from the shower.

"You okay?" I asked, as I lifted my chest, pulling my back taut, inches away from him. I didn't hurry, enjoying the sensation of my nipples tightening in the cool air. Water ran down from my hairline and slid across my collarbone. One drop trailed between my breasts, sliding over my stomach and disappearing between my lips. I could feel the heat coming off him, every muscle held tight in whatever awkward pose he'd frozen into.

"Earth to Jason," I said, finding the glass I was looking for.

"You're... you're naked," he stammered.

I filled my water and drank half of it in long gulps, cool and sharp against the warmth of my body. "I am very naked," I confirmed. "Do you... like it?"

I leaned against the counter, letting my hip touch the edge, one leg slightly bent at the knee. Jason was staring at the kettle.

"You can look, you know. I might even like it."

He looked, and his eyes widened at the sight of me, my body covered with a glossy sheen, shimmering with moisture in the kitchen light--my hips, my arms, the inside of my thighs, all full on display for him. It felt obscene to be standing there like that, pretending it was normal.

Obscene and fucking hot.

"I've been meaning to ask, actually. The other night got me thinking... You don't mind if I walk around like this sometimes, do you?" I asked, making my voice innocent and looking at him with my best puppy-dog eyes. "Only... it is kind of my place, and I miss walking around naked."

Jason tensed, every muscle in his face working overtime to look neutral, but no sound came out.

"It's not going to be a problem, right?"

He nodded. "No, uh... no, definitely. Of course not."

"Perfect," I smiled calmly, like my heart wasn't secretly racing. "I think this living arrangement is really working out for us, don't you?"

"Uh, yeah. I... really like it here..."

I placed my hand on his forearm and gave it a little squeeze.

"Good. I like having you here."

I turned, presenting my big ass to him once more and bending slightly. I walked back to my room, slowly this time, letting him watch, enjoying him watching, my hips swaying with each step.

"Oh," I called over my shoulder, turning slightly. "Whatever you're heating up smells great. I'd love some. I'll be back out in five."

"Nuh... no worries," he called back, his voice cracking slightly.

I went back to my room and made myself cum.

***

A few days later, Jason's big work project was complete, and he was rewarding himself by sitting on the couch and swinging a golden sword at a giant crab with glowing red eyes. I stood at the door watching him for a moment, my yoga mat rolled up and tucked under my arm.

"Big night, huh?" I said. "Beating the seafood into submission."

He smiled, not taking his eyes off the screen. "It's a tough job, but someone's gotta do it."

I looked down at myself and smiled. He hadn't seen what I was wearing. Yet.

"Thanks. It's actually a pretty cool boss fight. The weak points are only activated when--"

He broke off mid-sentence as I stepped between the couch and the TV, dropping the yoga mat to the floor. I'd swapped my usual loungewear for the tightest set of black yoga gear I owned--or, more accurately, had outgrown. The top was a cropped sports bra that barely contained me, the fabric stretched so taut it left the faintest outline of my nipples and rode up whenever I lifted my arms. The straps dug into my shoulders, doing little to tame the generous curve of cleavage threatening to spill free.

The bottoms were worse. High-waisted, in theory, but the waistband cut sharply across my stomach and dipped lower whenever I moved, exposing a teasing sliver of skin. The leggings themselves were thin, glossy black, and cropped short at the calves, leaving the rest of my legs bare. They were so tight around my ass and pussy that I was confident he would be able to see almost every detail.

I stood between him and the TV, hip cocked, arms loose at my sides as if I had no idea what I looked like. The truth was, I could feel everything: the stretch, the cling, the constant threat that a wrong move might expose me completely. Jason's controller sagged in his hands, the giant crab behind me screeching into the abyss. His mouth opened like he wanted to say something, then closed again.

"Sorry, am I in the way?" I unrolled the mat and laid it flat on the rug, turning and getting onto all fours whilst facing the TV, my heart racing as I dipped my spine and presented my ass to him in the most obscene way I could think of, spreading myself in front of him. If I was naked, he would be able to see everything.

"Not at all," he said. "It's your place..."

On screen, the giant crab used its claw to grab his character--some sort of mage--and lifted him into the air, throwing him across the temple arena.

"It's your place too!" I said, slowly wiggling my butt from side to side under the pretense of my workout, hoping it looked as lewd as it was making me feel. "We can share. Unless you think it's gonna be too distracting for you?"

"No, uh. It should be fine."

"Awesome!"

I slid down onto my elbows and pushed my hips back into a stretch, feeling the material pull tight against my pussy. I looked up at the screen to see Jason's character spring into action suddenly, and I smiled. Yes, he had been watching. The thought made me glad I hadn't worn any panties, and I spread my knees a little wider, letting out a small moan as my lips spread and the seam pressed up against my clit.

Fuck, it felt good.

I heard Jason's character die again.

"Sounds like you're not having much luck tonight." I shifted slightly, adjusting my elbows, which pushed my ass up even higher. I looked back to see Jason run a hand over his face. "Everything okay?"

"Everything's good, just trying to think of a new strategy."

"Fair enough," I said, rolling onto my back, my feet still angled toward him, my legs still spread. I stretched my arms over my head, letting my chest lift naturally with the movement, and I felt the air on the underside of both breasts as my top lifted. "It's good to have a gameplan."

I closed my eyes, lifting my naked feet up in the air. I knew how my ass looked in this position, and I pushed the stretch even further to accentuate my curves. The outline of my pussy must have been almost perfectly visible to him now, and I felt myself get a little excited at the thought. I heard the rustle of fabric as Jason adjusted something on the couch. I couldn't see what it was, but I knew what I hoped it was. I opened my eyes and his eyes snapped back to his game quickly.

"Hey," I said. "You better not be thinking dirty things about me while I'm doing yoga..."

"What?" he said, his tone indignant. "I... what? No. Never!"

I sat up to face him, holding his gaze for a moment. His cheeks were slowly flushing red, and he had a cushion on his lap--hiding something, I hoped. He saw me looking at it and he flushed an even deeper shade of crimson.

"Honestly, Sarah. I'm sorry, please. I'm not like that!"

"That's a shame." I stood up quickly, rolling up my mat, my tits bouncing with the recoil, almost close enough for him to grab. "I was kinda hoping you were. Shame. I guess I'll go do the rest of my workout in my room."

He opened his mouth to respond, but before he could, I was gone, on my way to my room to slide my fingers between my legs once more.

Turns out, this teasing stuff was kinda addictive...