Yes, to her instant regret

"O-ok..." Lauren says as she timidly nods, causing her whole plump, pasty-white body to jiggle enticingly.

Dennis awkwardly shifts around as the sight makes him pop another boner.

"Which way is it?" Lauren asks as stands there completely nude, one hand cupping her pussy as her other arm tries to shield her small breasts.

Dennis is lost in thought as he continues to leer at Lauren.

Didn't her boobs used to be bigger? Maybe it's just cause she's put on some weight...

He ponders.

"Dennis?" Lauren asks, the irritation creeping back into her voice.

"Oh! Uh... this way," he says as he opens the door leading out of the office.

He quickly looks both ways to make sure the coast is clear, and then holds the door open expectantly for Lauren.

She just looks at him, confused.

"Ladies first?" He says, really he just wants to look at the meaty beauty from every angle.

But Lauren doesn't realize that, and instead mearly steps out, her bare feet gently slapping against the tile floor as she slowly walks out.

Dennis grins as she passes by, getting another look at her massive, amazing ass as it warbles with each step.

God, he wishes he could just bury his face between those cheeks!

He lets out a grunt of approval, startling Lauren.

She quickly realizes what he's looking at, and squeaks in embarassment.

She tries to shield her bountiful booty with a hand, exposing that sexy, smooth cunny of hers.

Unfortunatley, she's a bit reckless in her movements, causing her whole plush, curvy body to jiggle as she moves, with the whole thing punctuated by a loud *slap* as her hand connects with that fine behind, followed by yet more jiggling.

Lauren blushes hard. Again. And looks away from Dennis, as shame washes over her again.

Dennis meanwhile is doing his damndest not to just cream his tighty not-so-whities as he drinks in Lauren's unintentional show.

"The girls at the strip club were never this good..." he mumbles.

"WHAT?!" Lauren asks in a mix of anger amd confusion.

"F-forget it," Dennis stammers, his own face now crimson. "L-let's just go."

"Fine," Lauren huffs. "And you go first. I... I don't want you staring at me."

At least, that's what she tells herself, even if she's starting to get a funny feeling in the bottom of her big, soft tummy...