Make her less wary around you

You knew Jennifer didn't like you very much, and suspected that your presence in the house was at least part of the reason that she favored such baggy clothing. She was a good girl, and probably drew a lot of attention as she grew up. Maybe that was part of the reason.

In any case, you knew she was going to make things difficult for you if you couldn't even appreciate her without her biting your head off. So you decided to start there.

She noticed your approach in the mirror as she moved things around to wipe the counter. "What do you want?" Her tone was guarded, perhaps even disgusted. She quickly stood up straighter, clearly aware of the way her ass was presented to the doorway. She turned to face you. "I said I would clean the bathroom; you don't need to watch."

"Relax," you said calmly. "I just want to talk. To apologize, even. You can talk and clean at the same time. Don't stop on my account."

Jennifer relaxed visibly, but struggled against your rapid series of carefully worded nudges. "Yeah... okay, then. But if I catch you staring at my ass..." She turned around to resume tidying and wiping down the counter and it took everything in your power to keep your eyes on her face in the mirror.

"That's what I want to talk about, actually. I don't want things to be so tense between us. This is your house and you deserve to be comfortable in it." You wonder for a moment if the app would reinforce those words hypnotically, and what effect that would have.

She nodded firmly. Her words came slowly and deliberately. "Yes, it is my house. Marcus works hard for it... for me." A normal look returned to her face. "And I don't like you making rude comments about my body in my house."

You held up your hands defensively, "Woah. I was not being rude. I was just surprised when the hoodie came off. It was just an unguarded moment of male appreciation for a stunningly attractive female body. It's a compliment, really. If anything, you're the one being rude to me."

Her hands stopped moving, eyes unfocused. Her expression looked almost pained, like she was resisting something.

You worried you were taking it a little too far, so hurriedly you added, "So I'm sorry if I seemed rude. I'm a guest in your house and you are gracious and accommodating."

She nodded gently, absently, and then suddenly was herself again. "Yes, I have been very accommodating of you. More accommodating, I think, than you deserve, but your apology buys a lot back. Perhaps I was a little too harsh when I snapped at you. You're..." she halted a moment, resisting something within her. "You're not a pervert. I shouldn't have said that... and thank you for the compliment, I guess."

You nodded with a smile. "You're welcome, Jennifer." Holy shit, holy shit. As she returned to her task once more, you stole a glance at her ass. The sweatpants couldn't fully hide her curves in her position and you couldn't help but let out a soft groan of appreciation.

"Hey!" Jennifer laughed, a warning look in her eye. "Don't push it, mister."

You laughed back and took the chance to push just a bit harder. "You got a nice ass, is all I'm saying. It's not rude to admire you. Try to enjoy the attention from a man who doesn't have to look."

"Get out."

You left, but not without noticing that her tone held no anger, only exasperation. It was almost playful.

That had been tremendously productive. Your aching cock begged for some attention. You could go take care of it yourself, or leave it to motivate you to keep pushing against Jennifer's boundaries and resistance.