Wardrobe Malfunction

Amy Tachibana opened the door of her apartment for Steve, flashing him a smile. "Ah, Steve! Welcome, please come in." She said.

Amy bowed at Steve, "Sorry Steve. My husband isn't home yet." Steve **** himself to tear his eyes away from her chest - whose fabric was semi-transparent due to the slick coating of sweat - and onto her eyes.

"That's alright, Amy." Steve replied.

"Can I get you something to drink?" Amy offered.

Steve responded, "Yes please, water would be nice." As Amy turned, bounding off to the kitchen, Steve allowed his eyes to wander back down for a brief second, catching the edges of his tenant's wife's ass from beneath her shorts. Steve had heard stories of how dumb Amy could be, but he didn't believe any of them. But now, seeing her in this attire even when she knew he was coming... 'maybe this situation has potential' Steve joked to himself.

Soon, a flustered Amy returned with a glass of water, her braless breasts bobbing around slightly underneath the thin tank top. "Sorry about the heat, the air conditioner broke a couple of weeks ago." Amy blushed. As their landlord, Steve would almost certainly add the air conditioner to John's list of expenses.

Steve's his eyes locked onto hers. "You know, I've been meaning to talk to John about the rent." Steve lied. "He's been late for the last couple of months."

Embarrassed, Amy tried to avoid eye contact while bringing the glass towards Steve when... SPLASH!

The glass slipped from Amy's hand, colliding with her chest on its way to the floor, water drenching her already damp tank top. Amy looked down in horror as the thin cotton top absorbed the material, the semi-transparent material transitioning to a state of full transparency. Amy's mouth was agape as she stood in front of Steve, her breasts and midriff practically on full display through the fabric as her limited intellect raced, thinking of what to do.

Amy gasped, her cheeks flushing crimson. "Oh my god! I'm so sorry!" She instinctively crossed her arms over her chest, but the damage was already done.

Steve smiled, pleased with the show, "It's alright Amy, these kinds of mistakes happen."

Amy nodded frantically, embarrassed beyond words. "I'll... I'll go get changed." She turned and hurried towards the kitchen, her shorts riding up slightly as she walked, revealing more of her precious butt.

A short while later, Amy returned, her hands still over her breasts, still donning the same outfit. "Umm..." She didn't know how to begin, "John and I aren't doing too well financially, and I, uh... have no other clothes right now." She **** the words out, her cheeks blushing.

Steve grinned, "That's understandable." He paused, "In fact, I don't mind it at all."

Steve was about to continue when there was a knock on the door.

Amy looked down at her attire, her entire body was practically open for display. "Oh no!" Amy exclaimed, "I can't open the door like this!"

Steve knew that this was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He shot Amy a smirk, "Don't worry Amy. I have an idea." Steve put a hand on Amy's shoulder, "But you need to trust me."

Amy scrunched her forehead, thinking "Hmm, you are our landlord." Then, Amy nodded frantically, "Okay Steve! What do I do?"