Maybe...but do you ask...

You stand there looking at your boxers wondering, when there's a knock on the door, "Hey, B&E is done, I don't hear the shower running!"

"Okay, mom! Be out in a minute!" You say.

You hear her giggle outside the door.

After quickly taking a cold shower you dry off and get dressed, still wondering if you should bring this development up. Wondering if you should bring it up. Wondering if you should ask if she crept into your room last night and sucked you off. Wondering if you should ask about her always wondering what you tasted like.

You shake your head and leave the bathroom and head towards the eat in kitchen. As you step in your stomach growls at the scent of the bacon and eggs. Your mouth waters also, but that's for two reasons. First is the food, you are hungry. The second is Anna standing over the sink washing the pan...in just her thong. She hears you enter, and looks over her shoulder. "Hey! Have a good night's sleep? I know I did. Your couch is really comfy."

"Uh...yeah, I like thick couches. Uh...why are you washing in just a thong?"

She shrugs, "Well, you've already seen me naked, what's the point in modesty? Besides I told you I'm not shy. I'm proud of my body. I'm a bit of an exhibitionist as well. So as soon as you leave for work I'm probably going to jill myself stupid thinking of the desire in your eyes." She says with a wink.

"Oh, great. I'm going to have a really hard...uh...difficult time keeping my mind on work today..."

"Well, just go to the bathroom during your lunch and take care of that...hard time." She said as she turned the water off and turned around. She leaned back against the counter and crossed her arms, which lifted her already perky breasts and mashed them together a bit.

Tearing your eyes away from her so you don't miss the chair you sit down. "Were you always like this? I remember you being a bit more modest."

"In college? Oh, well...that was before I told my parents I was bi, so I had to keep it on down low, you know? After college I told them and they disowned me...so I said I'm going to be me. That's what the fight with Corey was about. He thought I was being a little too showy. I don't know, maybe I was. But he was too possessive, you know? He wanted to own me, and no one owns me! I'm not a sub. I did try that for a bit, but, eh, did nothing for me."

"MMmf." You mumble as you fill up your fork with some eggs. "Mmm, dis is 'eally 'ood."

"Thanks, I always liked to cook. It's a hobby. Not cut out for nineteen hour restaurants days." She says as she sits across from you. "What are your hobby's?"

"Staring at breasts...I mean...uh, oh shit."

"It's okay. Stop being embarrassed!" Anna says with a laugh. Then she stands up and walks towards you, "Here...get a closer look." She says in a low voice. "You like them? Are you a tit man, John? Cuz I'm definitely a tit girl. I love to rub the nipple in the palm of my hand and listen to them sigh and coo. Do you?"

"Yes..." You say, breakfast forgotten as you stare at Anna's perky breasts.

"My nipples are very sensitive...want to feel?" She asks, her voice now tinged a bit with excitement. She was getting off on this.

"I...I really have to get to work, Anna." You say, though your hand is practically tingling at the though of touching her magnificent breasts.

"Oh, I know. I want you to touch me. Please?"