They reach the apartment.

They went down a floor to quickly find Eric’s apartment, which they discovered was still empty.

“I’ll hunt down some clothes,” said Jeff as motioned towards the bathroom.

“Thanks again,” replied Ashley as she hurried in and started the shower.

Jeff passed into Eric’s room and began rummaging through the dresser. After some searching, he found a lady’s tube top and some ripped jean shorts. These will have to do, he thought. He made his way to the bathroom door and shouted the news to Ashley.

“I found some of Eric’s ex-girlfriend’s clothes…hopefully they’ll fit. I’ve left them outside the door,” yelled Jeff.

“Okay. I’ll be done soon!” replied Ashley. She had finished washing the cream from her face and was taking a moment to cool down in the cold shower. It felt good on her back, and she did not want to leave yet. Reluctantly she killed the water and stepped out to dry herself. Wrapping her hair in a towel, she cracked the door to retrieve her clothes for the night and spied Jeff busying himself in the kitchen. He had found a bottle of vodka in one of the cabinets and juice in the fridge, and began pouring himself a glass.

“I’ll take one too,” said Ashley. He’s seen me naked, least he can do is make me a drink, she thought as she grabbed clothing. Unfortunately, Eric’s girlfriend was less endowed than her in the boob department. Ashley wiggled into the tube top, the shirt clinging tightly to her chest. Through the mirror she could see that her breasts were almost spilling out from the tiny garment. The shorts were slightly better, though there were several rips at the back, giving a nice view of her cheeks. Leaving her hair to air dry, she hung the towel and stepped out as Jeff finished mixing. “It’s pretty hot in here still,” she stated, sweat already begging to drip off her.

“Yeah, we were trying to fix his A/C before he was called away. It needs some new parts which he said he would grab on his way home,” answered Jeff as he handed her a drink. He too felt the heat, and already unclasped his top two shirt buttons. “Those fit you nicely,” he added.

“Cheers,” said Ashley raising her glass and walking over to the couch. Jeff joined her.

“Shall we watch a movie?” he asked.

A few minutes passed before they settled on CLUE. As the movie started, Ashley slid down to the floor.

“Ugh, the leather feels so sticky.”

CLUE was a funny film and caused many laughs, allowing a sense of relaxation fall on them. However, Ashley was struggling with her tube top. The sweat had turned the tight top into a slipping nightmare. Each laugh **** it down, leaving it to hang precariously on her nipples. But with each sip, Ashley began to care less and less. She was fully relaxed now, her cheeks flushed red from the heat and ****.

Meanwhile Jeff had slowly been drawn away from the film with every bounce of laughter. From his higher vantage point on the couch, he could see clearly down Ashley’s shirt. The sight of her cleavage made his mind wander to the thought of placing his cock between them. It twitched in response, forming a large hump as it rose under his shorts. He was shaken from his daydreaming by Ashley’s voice.

“Want another drink?” she asked.