Can't believe I'm doing this

"Can't believe I'm doing this," Kate admitted after a moment of contemplation. Oliver gulped, the air thick with a mixture of tension and anticipation. "If my husband came home now, I'll have a lot of explaining to do," she added, her voice carrying a mix of playfulness and caution.

In one swift motion, as if to seize the moment before second-guessing herself, Kate pulled down her pajama pants and tossed them across the room. The casual atmosphere shifted, the room now charged with a different kind of energy. As the fabric settled, it revealed a pair of sleek black bikini bottom panties. Oliver, momentarily stunned, found his voice after a beat. "That's perfect," he declared, a mix of admiration and surprise evident in his eyes.

This time, Oliver guided Kate through a series of poses, determined to make the most of the artistic opportunity. As she moved gracefully from one position to another, Kate sensed a subtle shift in the atmosphere. A patch of wetness formed in her underwear as Oliver's eyes roved across her semi-naked body, his focus intense and unwavering. Despite Oliver's attempts to maintain professionalism, occasional compliments slipped through the cracks. The words "sexy" and "hot" punctuated the air, a stark departure from the earlier tone when Kate was fully clothed.

Despite the initial discomfort, Kate gradually grew at ease. The first few minutes were a bit unnerving, but as she explored different poses, each more alluring than the last, a newfound confidence settled in. At the back of her mind, a nagging awareness of having crossed a certain line lingered. It felt wrong, yet there was an exhilarating quality to the taboo, the unspoken tension filling the room.

After an intense hour of drawing, Oliver finally finished his work. Three sketches, each capturing a different pose, adorned the table in front of Kate. She remained at ease, having decided not to bother putting her pants back on. Resuming her previous position next to Oliver, she examined the images.

"You weren't kidding about the pants; losing them did wonders," she finally spoke, her tone a mix of amusement and acknowledgment. Oliver replied, "Told you so," his tone carrying a hint of satisfaction. As he spoke, he nonchalantly placed a hand on her bare ass.