A slip up

As Ari focused intently on helping the guys maneuver Joe's deadweight onto the mattress, all thoughts of modesty temporarily vanished beneath the urgency of getting her boyfriend comfortable. Without thinking, she bent over at the waist to fluff the pillow behind Joe's head, her thong riding up to expose more of her round ass than intended and her tiny tube top riding up with every movement.

Both Tyler and Jake held their breath as the position accentuated every curve of her exposed flesh, the thin lace doing little to preserve her privacy. A bead of sweat trickled down Tyler's temple as he struggled to maintain his grip on Joe's torso without staring directly at Ari's **** display.

“You okay there?” Jake asked hoarsely, his voice several octaves higher than usual. Ari straightened abruptly, finally remembering her compromising position as she felt cool air hit places that definitely shouldn't be exposed in front of virtual strangers.