Why not

And yet, seemingly with a mind of their own, my hands found a cute little black shirt with lace trim. Since it was tight-fitting and somewhat sheer, it required a coordinating bra. I located my one black bra in the drawer only to remember that it was a push-up bra. Was this going too far? I never answered that question.

As I slipped off my oversized night shirt, I caught a glimpse of my naked chest in the bedroom mirror, and held up my breasts with my hands for a moment. My boob's weren't anything spectacular, in my opinion, but they were still fairly perky. Squeezing them into the cleavage-enhancing bra, I pulled on the tight little shirt, and settled on a pair of less enticing jeans as if to offset the outfit.

Like a young schoolgirl waiting for the bus to arrive, I paced anxiously in the kitchen until I heard the key wiggling in the front door (we had given the spare to Josh to borrow). Deliberately, and yet while trying my best to appear casual, I walked out into the living room to greet him. "Good morning!" Damn, that might have been a bit too cheerful.

"Good morning!" He responded in kind, but he was carrying in some tools and hadn't actually seen me.

I pursed my lips and stood there somewhat awkwardly until he put his stuff down and looked up. His eyes widened, subtly, as his gaze reached, and then lingered upon, my more-pronounced-than-usual chest.

His ensuing question might've been innocent, but it caught me totally off guard: "Going out again?"

I could feel my face starting to flush red as my mind raced to generate a plausible explanation as to why I was wearing this ... well ... much sexier outfit. "Ummm ... yeah, later," was the best I could come up with.

Wow, that was lame. I quickly tried to change the subject. "What are you working on today?"

The diversion seemed to work, as he proceeded to share his plan for that particular day, which centered around finishing the grouting of the shower walls. When he finished speaking and the timing seemed right, I excused myself, and went into the adjoining room to marvel at what an Idiot I had been. I hadn't planned on going out anywhere, certainly not in this outfit, but now I'd have to do so in order to avoid creating suspicion. I eventually decided to just go for a drive, though I lied and told Josh that I was meeting up again with some friends. Great, now I'm lying, what have I gotten myself into.

I found various things to do, purposefully staying out long enough that Josh would be gone before I got back.