Kneeling wide on the counter

"I've got it," Elena said, a little too enthuiastically.

Steve looked over to her again, to see her blush at her eagerness. "I'll kneel on the countertop," she explained, as she lifted herself up on the counter with her hands.

Getting herself stable on the countertop, she began to spread her legs, causing her shirt to ride up over her panties. Soon they were in pain view, her lower lips making a clear impression on their shape.

"There," she said, triumphant but blushing, "How's that?"

Steve looked approvingly at Elena's panties. A small wet spot seemed to be forming. "Nice," he said.

Elena frowned. "This is all still just showing off my outfit, really. I mean that's also something I'm meant to do, but I should be looking out for chances to actually expose myself to you, shouldn't I? And since we're alone..." she slowly began to lift her shirt.

Steve finished washing the dishes, put the last plate on the drying rack, and turned to look at Elena, who was starting intently back at him. Her whole body turned red as she lifted her shirt to show off her bra.

They stayed like that for a moment, until a noise upstairs spooked Elena into pulling down her shirt.

"I'm done washing the dishes," Steve offered. "Thanks for keeping me company. What would you like to do next?"