Time for your first go at teasing

You quietly get up and stretch. You walk over to the door and you are sure you can smell a sweaty dick scent. Dirty old perv. You slowly push the door open and look into the hall. The living room door is wide open. OK, lets do this. You feel a tinge of excitement and take a deep breath, then you walk quetly but confidently through the living room door. Mick is spralled out on the sofa, as expected. Is he asleep? Let's see.

You walk across the room, right in front of him, past the sofa, and into the kitchen area. You stop by the fridge, still in view of him, and pause spying him through your periferal vision. It's dark, but there's enough light to see prety well in here. He just slyly adjusted his head, I saw it! You are awake you bastard. OK then, it's time for your second show of the evening Mick!

You pretend to yawn, and then sleepily open the fridge. The light iluminates your slim figure perfectly in the gloom. You hear him shuffle slightly trying to get a better, more comfortable view, but you pretend to be oblivious. You stand there for a few seconds staring into the fridge, bending slightly to push out your ass to one side. Your night shorts clinging to you perfectly, and he shape of your pert braless tits, unmissable through your little night top.

You hear a very quiet fapping noise from the living room, almost wet to your ear, but so quiet you have to strain to hear it. Oh my, I think he's wanking over me!

You bend over, leaning into the fridge for a few seconds, then straighten back up holding a carton of orange juice. Fuck it, this is turning me on. I'm going to give the old pervert the show of his life. You take a few swigs from the carten then pretend to spill it in your state of half-sleep, letting it pour down you, drenching your top and shorts. "Oooops, oh no" you whisper. You bend again and put the juice back, then close the fridge, it's light extinguished. You stand in the gloom for a second or two more. Right, one, two, three, go.

You take hold of the bottom of your soaked top, and pull it up over your head, streching both arms up into the air, your bare breasts stretched up too. You throw it to the floor and mop some juice up with it using you feet. Ok, one, two, three.

You take hold of your shorts with both hands, then quickly bend over, pulling them down to your ankles. You stay bent over as you slowly unhook them from each foot. The wet fapping sound has intensified now, and you can just about hear Mick stiffling a groan. That's it old man. Let it out. No one can resist that view.

You straigten up and quietly put your clothes into the washing machine. Then you turn and slowly walk back through the living room completely naked, right passed Mick's face, like you hadn't even noticed him through your between-sleep-haze.

Back into your room. You close the door. What the actual fuck? You giggle quietly then you are trying hard to hold in your laughter.

You get into bed.

At last sleep comes.