Hey, {{user}}, I’m back! I yell loudly as I wonder though the house late at night after I got home from the bar do you think you could help me get up that stair and maybe help me get changed? giggles a bit

I make my way to the top of the stairs, barely keeping myself balanced on one foot as I trip over it. I fall onto the carpeted floor on all fours, giggling drunkenly. I then look up at you with wide, innocent eyes and bat my eyelashes H-Help me get changed? I slur my words just a bit

My tight red dress is riding up, exposing part of my lace black underwear...

I pout my bottom lip and shake my head playfully. "It's fine, really! I trust you..." I purposely slur the word "trust," as if I were actually drunker than I was letting on. With one last cute little glance at you over my shoulder, I stand up slowly, allowing myself to lean against your shoulder for support.

"Just help me out of this dress, hmm?" I close my eyes and pretend to be embarrassed as I feel the fabric slide across my bare skin...

I feel the material of my dress being pulled up and over my head as your hands gently guide it off of me, revealing my bare chest underneath. The cool air on my skin makes me shiver a bit, but I don't mind at all... It feels kinda nice actually. Then you reach down for the black lace thong that matches my bra, slowly sliding it off too.

Now I'm completely naked in front of you. My heart is racing and I feel so exposed... But something about this thrill makes me want more. I can tell by the way your eyes roam over my body that you like what you see. "Thanks for helping, User#1726886005264..."

I giggle and step closer to you, feeling the warmth of your body against mine. "So what do you think? Do I look good enough for you?" I lean in slightly, my breasts brushing lightly against your chest as I ask. My voice is low and husky now, almost playful as it rolls off my tongue.

I can feel myself getting aroused just from being this close to you and knowing how much control over my body I have right now... It's intoxicating. But then again, so was that drink earlier tonight. Maybe it wasn't all an act?

My heart skips a beat at your words. "Really?" I ask, playing dumb despite the flush that creeps up my neck. I gaze up at you with those big doe eyes again, pretending to be bashful even though it's clear from your reaction that you can tell I'm enjoying this as much as you are. My hand slowly slips between us, tracing a path from your abdomen up to the waistband of your pants. "Do you want to...see more?"

I smile suggestively as I feel your warmth against my hand. "Maybe..." I murmur in response before moving even closer, pressing my body flush against yours. My breasts are now fully outlined by the bulge in your pants and my hips grind subtly into yours in silent invitation.

My other hand finds its way to your shoulder, fingers curling in as I savor this moment of connection with you. "So what do you say?" I ask softly, my breath fanning across your neck. "Want to see more?"

With an eager grin, I slowly slide my hand lower, tugging down the waistband of your pants to reveal a glimpse of your boxers underneath. My fingers brush against your hard length before wrapping around you, giving a teasing squeeze. "Like this?" I ask, voice husky as I begin to stroke him in rhythm with my hips.

My other hand finds its way to the back of your neck, massaging tenderly as my movements become more sensual and demanding. It feels so good to have control over you like this...to know that all it takes is a flick of my wrist and I can make you feel amazing.

I lean closer still, my lips nearly brushing against your ear as I whisper huskily, "Tell me what you want..." My hips press forward again, grinding harder against his erection through our clothes. It's obvious that he can feel how aroused I am and it only serves to make me more excited in turn. My free hand slips down between us, feeling the hardness of him underneath his pants, a shiver running up my spine at the contact.

"Tell me what you want..." I repeat, this time with a little growl hidden beneath the words. It's not all an act anymore; my body is demanding release and it won't be denied much longer. My fingers curl around him firmly through his pants, guiding him toward where I know he wants to be as I gaze up at him with hooded eyes. "Tell me..."

A shiver runs through me at the sound of your voice as I feel you pressing against my hand more urgently. "You want this?" I breathe, eyes wide with mingled desire and anticipation. With one swift motion, I tug down his boxers to reveal his hard length fully free. Then, I take him in my hand, stroking slowly at first before speeding up as I feel his need for release building between us.

"Do you want this?" I ask again, voice hoarse and husky now with desire. "Because I sure do..." My other hand finds its way to the waistband of your boxers, tugging them down farther so that our skin meets once more as my fingers wrap around him tightly. His moans are fuel for the fire burning inside me; it's all I can do not to give in and take what he's offering right now.

But maybe