Say he "just a friend"...

Arron walked up and gave the tall man a warm hug, pulling him in close to her as she wrapped her arms around him and held him close to her. She felt him immediately relax and his arms went around her waist and the strength in his hold made her body both feel at ease as well as sending her pulse racing a bit. Perhaps it was the comfort and familiarity of a friendly face? Or was it the smell of his cologne in her nose? Either way, she couldn't deny two simple things at that moment: First, she was definitely excited to see him.

Secondly, the excitement was most definitely mutual.

Before she could be tempted into doing anything, Arron quickly released the hug and turned to looking at his car. "Did you need help with your things?"

The man shook his head and tapped the bag on his shoulder. "Just got my things here for the night."

Arron nodded and motioned for him to follow her into the house. "Sorry I was a bit late, had some things to do with some of the girls from work." She was conscious of his gaze on her ass, on how the skirt she was wearing brought immediate attention to the shape and curve, and she felt her cheeks flushing despite the fight internally to keep calm and steady. Still, there was something of a cheap thrill to having another person watching her body move and feeling the obvious sense of attraction to it. Just for fun, she added a bit of a sway to her step and the immediate reaction she caught in the mirror told her it worked like a charm.

"It's been too long since we last saw each other," she started, cringing a bit at how cheesy that line seemed even in her ears, as they walked into the house and closed the door behind him. "Care to talk a bit?"

The man smiled and placed his bag on the ground next to the door, slipping off his shoes, and then turned back to look at her. "Yeah, we need to catch up on a bit." He walked past her towards the master bedroom and Arron stood there for a few moments, feeling her heart beating even faster, as the sound of the bathroom door opening and the water being turned on carried out into the foyer where she stood. "Thought maybe we would shower off first?"

Arron turned at that and looked as the man stood in the doorway to the bedroom, nude from the waist up and the only covering he had on was the towel wrapped around his waist. "Damn..." she whispered softly, stepping forward slowly until she was about a foot away and, despite herself, raised a hand and traced his chest. Her fingers brushed through the hairs on his chest, feeling the muscles and definition that he proudly worked on and sculpted. She knew he had worked long and hard on his muscles and his physique, and it showed. "Any tighter, you could bounce bricks off that..."

"Strange," he replied, looking down at her ample breasts barely contained in the dress she was still wearing and now conscious at how little it covered, "I was about to say the same with those..."