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Added 2017-06-27 01:59:01 +0000 UTC
He might’ve expected a sports bra, the yoga pants Jen wore that said ‘Green’ on the ass, even those booty shorts that made him feel like crap for not being able to take his eyes off ‘em, perched on the very top of her well-rounded thighs as they were.
Instead, she wore a pink bra of a dainty, lingerie style. Demi-cups and all, and they were shot through with holes, by design, little cut-outs in the 30G cups showing tantalizing tastes of green inside.
Her panties weren’t much better. They weren’t even boy-shorts. Heck, they might’ve been a thong—Ben was a little afraid of her turning around. And the crotch, while pink, wasn’t even opaque, it was a fine mesh that let him see the ghost of her womanhood, every bit as much as he could see but not really discern her breasts through her bra.
Ben was used to thinking of her as a warrior, her well-displayed muscles and even the tightest, skimpiest of costumes only emphasizing the power she possessed in her perfectly formed body. But with that top, those bottoms, there was no hiding the flattering curves of her flesh. The sex appeal was right in front of him, making him see even her bulging muscles and sizable veins as aspects of her incredible, undeniable sensuality.
Now, he saw her as a woman.
He saw her as a fuck.
Ben literally shook his head, as if he was seeing things—trying to ignore the obvious truth that he was seeing something, and for the obvious reason that Jen had shown it to him. “Aww, heck, Jen, I, uh, I wouldn’t want to get your nice undies there all ripped up. Probably run ya up a pretty penny. Lemme see if I can find ya somethin’ else to fight in. Ya know, some rags or somethin’…”
“I think I look much better in this than in rags,” Jen purred, her voice low and husky, and her green eyes downright glowing as she regarded him. Ben felt like a dildo or something, right before some horny she-devil reached for it…
“Of course ya do, Jen,” Ben agreed, taking an involuntary step back. He told himself to stop looking at her, stop looking at her tits and pussy, he could see them… but he also didn’t listen. “I just mean ya wouldn’t want those to get all ripped and torn up…”
“Would you?” Jen teased.
