Sure.

You follow her into the house, much to the disappointment of your neighbors. Their boos are cut off when the door shuts behind you. After you lock it from **** of habit, you almost run into Jess, who has removed the t-shirt and is standing in front of you shyly. She is biting her lip, and you worry that you may have gone too far with this public display, especially given that she is usually a very private person.

"Are you okay?" you ask. She leans into you and wraps her arms around your neck. You feel her breasts crush against your chest and despite yourself, you pull her closer. She stays for just a few seconds, then pulls away, tossing her wet hair over her shoulder.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asks. Your eyes are involuntarily drawn to her naked top again, and she smiles.

"Yes," you say, lowering your eyes. She giggles.

"Good. That's part of the bet." You look up at her, and she is gazing at you with hunger in her eyes. "I can't believe that you wanted me to be on display like that. You've never even said anything." She walks closer to you, tracing her finger across your neck.

"You seem like such a private person," you counter as she walks behind you. She murmurs a yes, and you feel her lips nip at the nape of your neck.

"So what changed your mind now?" You can feel her tongue begin to dance across your skin as she kisses you with a bit more fervor. You begin to buckle, and Jessica laughs.

"The fact that I know you'd do it," you groan. Jess walks around to your front and languidly traces her finger around her nipple, hardening it even further. She grins at you as you watch her massage herself.

"Boy, you sure like watching a show," she says, looking at your crotch. She moves in and lightly kisses your chin, gripping your shaft through your slacks. "So hard," she murmurs. "Do you have time for a show, or is that going to need some immediate attention?"