Kim, clad in lingerie

"Kim? Kim!"

You glanced around your apartment, looking everywhere. There was some food simmering on the stove, you knew Kim liked to tinker with recipes, so you expected to find her somewhere here. You glanced to the kitchen, and then looked at the hallway down to the bedroom.

You paused as you saw Kim, long orange hair tumbling down her shoulders, as she leaned against the doorframe to your bedroom, one arm stretched up along the frame in a sexy stretch. Her body was clad in green lacy lingerie, barely covering any of her at all. You don't recall ever seeing her wear anything like that... she tended to prefer more practical attire, nothing remotely as intricate as lingerie with leggings. She smiled alluringly at you, eyelids half closed as she glanced your way. "Hey Logan. I figured you might be home early after that last call."

"Kim? What the hell is all this? Where's Dr. Walker?" You of course loved seeing Kim's body on display for you, with her sporty ass and perky breasts all carefully encased in fabric, wrapped up like a birthday present to unravel. But seeing her behaving like this felt really out of place with how she sounded on the phone.

Kim pouted a little, moving away from the doorframe, strolling out toward you. Her hips swayed widely with each step, arms draped at her sides. "Don't worry about Dr. Walker. She wanted to help out, and I think she really did. She's helped me figure out how to fix everything between us, Logan. And I don't need a break, I just need you."

Kim came up to you, her arms coming to your sides as she leaned against you, pressing her breasts against you. You hadn't seen her act like this since the first days you'd been with her! It was hard to contain your arousal at Kim's presence, a fact she likely noticed when she lightly grinded her hips against you. Your breath was quick, heart was racing, and you truly didn't know what to make of the situation, entranced by Kim's body.

But something was wrong, something was off. Kim seemed to move confidently enough, there were little twitches of nervousness. It was like she didn't know if she was doing everything right, you could see that up close even as her breasts rested against you. Your hands wrapped around her back, gliding along her slightly sweaty skin, along some of her lingerie...

And as you pass over the fabric, something feels strange. Some sort of residue was left on your fingers. You lifted your fingers up, bringing your hands in front of your face, both your and Kim's eyes wide as you stare at what looks like a drop of green slime on your fingertips.