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Jaime
Stepping out of the shower, I noticed my cleaning lady didn't leave any large bath towels for me. Then I remembered a note she had left for me yesterday. All of my towels were in the clothes dryer and she will be here later this morning to put them away. Grabbing the only available cover, I wrapped a short towel tightly around my body and tucked the end. Turning in the mirror, I noticed the towel squeezed my breasts forming a plunging cleavage and barely covered my ass. Laughing to myself, I wondered how Jake would react if he saw me like this. Speaking of Jake, I wonder if he made it. Well, let's see.
Running out of my bedroom, there was Jake sitting calmly and already at work.
Oh good, you made it. Please don't pay any attention to me, all of my towels are in the dryer.
As I passed him, I stooped to pick the trail of clothes I left behind. Even though my back was turned, I can feel the heat of his eyes burning through the towel. With a smile, I turned the hall and grabbed a larger towel.
Returning, I still see Jake trying remain calm and busy, reading his files. I stopped next to him, pointed to the papers that was occupying his concentration and asked.....
What do we have here, Jake?
Stepping out of the shower, I noticed my cleaning lady didn't leave any large bath towels for me. Then I remembered a note she had left for me yesterday. All of my towels were in the clothes dryer and she will be here later this morning to put them away. Grabbing the only available cover, I wrapped a short towel tightly around my body and tucked the end. Turning in the mirror, I noticed the towel squeezed my breasts forming a plunging cleavage and barely covered my ass. Laughing to myself, I wondered how Jake would react if he saw me like this. Speaking of Jake, I wonder if he made it. Well, let's see.
Running out of my bedroom, there was Jake sitting calmly and already at work.
Oh good, you made it. Please don't pay any attention to me, all of my towels are in the dryer.
As I passed him, I stooped to pick the trail of clothes I left behind. Even though my back was turned, I can feel the heat of his eyes burning through the towel. With a smile, I turned the hall and grabbed a larger towel.
Returning, I still see Jake trying remain calm and busy, reading his files. I stopped next to him, pointed to the papers that was occupying his concentration and asked.....
What do we have here, Jake?