Dressed to die for.

After laying down for an additional thirty minutes of complete unrest I decide to just get up and ready for the game. After cleaning myself up and putting on my suit I venture through the house where I no longer see Jamie anywhere. With her not giving me an answer about food I quickly shoot her a courtesy text expecting to be on my own.

“You comin? Leaving in 5 for Lou’s.”

Appearing on my phone so quickly I think she was waiting for my text.

“Be right there. Better be something beside pasta on the menu or I am kicking your ass!!!”

I climb into my Tesla Roadster and am instantly grateful for the noise elimination. As I am closing the door I spot Jamie coming down the sidewalk towards me and I can’t help myself and vocalize much louder than expected, “Holy fuck she’s hot!”

Approaching me with a distinct swing to her step my sister-in-law’s dress firmly resides under the classification as scandalous. A skin tight red knee length dress covers everything but leaves nothing to the imagination. The dresses neckline cuts deeply down off her shoulders, sharply down between her breasts coming to a point at the midpoint between her navel and breast line. The **** form fit and the cut of the neck serve to accentuate the shape of her modest breasts, making them appear at the least a full size larger than what they are.

As Jamie spots my eye contact with her she stuttersteps with a twirl showing off the entirety of the outfit. The neck of the dress is literally just that. Coming just over her shoulders the dress connects the two together with a thick line of fabric that then twists down into the sides of the dress forming the front however leaving the majority of the back open exposing the femininely toned muscular lines down her back. The smallest amount of modesty was used in the designing of the skirt of this dress. While still form fitting, the back of the dress resumes in a square form just above the lower back. The fabric appears to be pulled without stretching around to the front of the dress. The direction of the stressed fabric highlights her very well formed tiny round ass almost as beautifully as her tits. The dress finishes just above her knees where it is so pencil tight that I am amazed that she is walking rather normally and not like some penguin.

Jamie opens the passenger door and almost melts into seat beside me. “Do you mind dropping me off at Grauman’s Theatre after dinner? I called a girlfriend and am in for the movie premiere there tonight. It’s some indie film that Scarlett Johansson did. Cast and crew are going to be there.”

Completely dumbfounded by the amazing and sexy woman in the seat beside me I completely forget what we are doing and simply drink up her form from head to toe.

“I get that your wife is out of town for a few days, but that doesn’t mean you get to eye fuck her sister all you want.” Jamie snips at me in only a halfhearted rebuke. “Unless you are going to ...” I scarcely hear her continue, her voice fading away until I miss the last of it as she turns away from me to look out the window.

Snapping me back to reality I subtly give my head a shake as I put the car into reverse and am momentarily flustered as the car doesn’t move.

With a resigned groan of incredulity Jamie quips, “Hey genius, I know you are used to your archaic gas guzzling muscle machines, but you still need to press the start button on an electric car before it will do anything.” As she reaches down and pushes the start button on the center console.