No beating around the bushes!

Jon is following you though the room. Standing on the other side of the sofa table, taking a long look at you again. He read you, counting every move n' the dress you wear.

"Hmm...! Well, I got the clue there is no reason to beat around the bushes on you, my dear Amber!" he says nonchalant.

You can't keep from grinning n' nod.

"How about a drink before we start the casting?" he says with a wide smile.

"Oh Jon, behave, it's not 9 A.m, sir! Hit me with a cool beer if you got one!" you say, glazing wickedly up to him.

"Do you mind if a girl get a lil comfy, sir?" is your next question.

"Well, not at all! Feel free as a bird, Amber! By the way, it's Jon, spare the sir thing!" the tall dude let you know. As he walks to the kitchenette to fetch the drinks.

You look at his wide back, his brought shoulders, n' his hot handy looking tush. The view let your southern parts get hot n' moist.

You kick off your flip-flops, pull your feet up on the sofa, readjusting your outfit.

The left sling of your short tank top is coming loos n' slide by accident from your shoulder.

Giving free look on more of your big boobs, as you nestle back into the cushion of the sofa.

Jon is coming to the table holding up two green bottle beer.

He is not blinked by the sight you offer.

"Amber, I'm sorry, but I only got this beer from Germany!" saying that, he set one of the bottles in front of you on the table.

While slowly coming around it. Sitting down close next to you.

You read the golden label of the flask, it says 'JEVER'.

It's said the krauts know how to make beer.

As you bent forward to take up the drink, you managed somehow to turn sideways, so Jon have a good look into your cleavage.

When you turn back to face Jon, he held his drink as away that it hit you on your nude shoulder, the cold makes you wince.

"Hey…! That's feels nice! I's very hot here, Jon!" you whoop in a cooing tone.

Touching yourself with your bottle between your knockers, sliding the wet, cold glass over to your already harsh nipples. Making them poke even more though the flimsy fabric of the bra n' tank top you still wear.

"Is this the part where we will talk serious about business, Jon dear!" you purr as sultry you can, without chuckling in laughter.

The beefcake next to you grin as is eyes sparkling in delight.

"Business uh? Have you ever heard of adult entertainment?" he asks.

"Yeah, sure. But I call it porn! Okay, got it. I'm got to get laid, if I want to be in business with you, right?" You say after a big chug of your beer.

"You nailed it!" is Jon replaying, opening the buttons of his vest n' taking it off.

Letting it glide to the ground next to the sofa you're both sitting on.

"And I will get nailed then too?" You tell, after placing the now empty bottle on the table, n' pull off your tank top over your head.

"Looking at how comfy you're still sitting there, you wouldn't mind it, am'I right?" the strong built stud say, by opening his white satin shirt.