Josh.

"Hi, honey!" you say, a bit too loudly. You instinctively cover your exposed breasts, forgetting that something else is exposed below. When you remember, you cover that, too. Josh says nothing at first. He just looks you up and down until you start to squirm under his gaze. You try to think of something else to say to break the silence, but nothing comes to mind.

"What is this?" he finally asks.

You try to read his face, and the tone and inflection with which he spoke, but find both to be undecipherable. Is he aroused? Confused? Angry? All three? You can't tell, but you hope it's the first one, because you can work with that. You don't really want to at the moment, but you also don't really see another way out of this.

"Do you like it?" you ask, letting your hands fall to your sides. His look now turns incredulous.

"Did the kids see you like this?"

"No," you answer. "I just put it on. I was going to send you a picture of what was waiting for you at home, but here you are."

"Yeah, I got out early."

You step towards him and place your hands on his shoulders. "I see that, so do you like it?" you ask again. He looks down, then pushes you back, but gently. You smell the garage on his skin and his tank top and jeans. His hands are smeared with engine grease and motor oil and, now, so are your hips.

"Turn around," he orders, taking a step back himself. "Let me see."

You obey, and slowly turn in place, pausing subtly at the moment in which he's afforded a full-on view of your ass.

"Where did you get it?" he asks.

"Online," you lie.

He extends his hand and you take it, allowing him to lead you first to and then onto the foot of the bed. Using your feet and elbows, you scoot backwards up the length of it as he follows, and then he's on you, gropping your tits with grease-stained hands as he sucks them. You moan as you run your fingers through his hair and up his back, feeling dirty in both the literal and figurative sense, but then his hands leave you and you know that he's begun to wrestling with his fly. As usual, this is where the foreplay ends.