Peter returns

Jason finished her yogurt and tossed the cup into the trash, then grabbed her coffee. As she started drinking, she could hear the loud footsteps of Peter as he started to come downstairs. She smiled and shifted position, leaning on the counter to look out the kitchen window, ass pushed out behind her. The footsteps grew louder until Peter reached the threshold of the kitchen. No doubt taking in the view and committing it to memory.

"What are you doing?" Peter asked.

Jason turned her head, smiling. "Drinking my coffee and enjoying the view?"

"You know what I mean," Peter said.

"I really don't," Jason said, turning and leaning against the counter, her position chosen so that her chest was pushed out.

Peter walked across the room, stopping just in front of her, his face cold. "Look, I know you're a slut, but I would think you'd have a little restraint at home."

"I think I have very good restraint, all considered," Jason said, smiling. "Besides, who are you to complain? I know you've been enjoying the view. Did you jerk off to me in the shower after seeing me in my towel earlier?"

Peter's face turned red. "That..."

Jason cut him off, stepping forward and putting her hands on Peter's waistband. "It doesn't have to stop there. Doesn't have to be just a fantasy," she says. "I still have a bit of time left before work. Say the word and we can have a little morning fun."

Peter's brow knits together as he seems to think it over.

"Better be quick. Each second wasted thinking is one closer to me needing to head out."