I was wondering if you could help me with these pants.

Jennifer smiles as she slinks over to you, never taking her eyes off of yours. "What seems to be the problem?" she asks, her lips very close to your chin. You feel their softness brush up against you as her hands rest on your hips.

"I can't get the zipper down," you manage to whisper. Jen smiles and slowly works her hands towards your fly. In moments, you feel a gentle tugging.

"Well, there's something long and hard in the way," she says matter of factly. "I can probably fix it, but I don't want you bored." She places your hands on her breasts. "Why don't you keep yourself busy," she tells you. At her insistence, you begin slowly rubbing her breasts. Her hand strokes your cock sensuously as she manages to get that pesky zipper down.

"Is this the problem?" she asks, pulling your erection from your underwear and through the zipper. Never removing your hands from her firm breasts, you nod. "Do we need some lubrication for it, do you think, sir?"