Figure out what's going on

"Anne!" I said with surprise for the second time today. The shock of this display was just as big as when I met her at the door. "What are you doing?"

She stood up, walked over to a dishtowel hanging on my stove and started to pat her breasts. The action did little to dry her, but did much to draw my attention to the budding nipples under the red dress.

As she motioned the towel over her chest, she says, "I'm just having a beer with an old friend. Is that so wrong?" Her innocent looking face in the naughty outfit totally blew my mind.

I took a deep swig of the bottle in my hand and swallowed with two huge gulps, noticing that she was walking to me, the dishrag in hand. Her eyes now could see my arousal as my hardened cock struggled for room in my blue jeans.

As I took the towel from her, she pushed in closer, pinning me against the front of the refrigerator. She looked up at me with quivering lips, whispering, "You remember our little deal, Max? Well, with Kevin out of town, I think its a good time to make sure you keep it."

Her free hands were now on my chest; my hand slid down to a nearby counter to put my beer down. I knew I was going to have my hands full enough without it in the way.

"All right, Anne. I'll bite. How should we make sure I keep it?" I asked.

Her hands slid to the shoulders of her dress, two fingers under each strap sliding the red garment down to her arms. Gravity finished the job nicely as the dress dropped into a pool at her feet.

"I have to make you dirty too. You tell me how you want it, how often you want it, and I'll give it. What do you say?"