Hot Summer Job/Pickup Carrie's negligee
Wanting to be helpful, you get up and take a few steps to her negligee. You slowly bend over and not-so-subtly cock your head to one side to get a better glimpse of Carrie. Her body is practically spooning the corner of the door frame. You can see ever inch of her form from her left foot to the tip of her head, but facing the wall and moulding as she is hides the tastiest parts from your prying eyes. Thankfully with her hand and arm outstretched to grip the outside of the door frame you spy some amazing side boob with her fully exposed profile.
"No peeking!" she scolds you with a grin, rotating a few degrees further into the closet, although not nearly enough to matter. "I guess you just can't help yourself. All those hormones..."
Even with her comment it takes you a few seconds to snap out of it, bent over at the waist, fully gawking at Carrie. You straighten up sharply, article in hand.
"No, I just... you dropped this." Holding up her negligee in front of you as proof helps hammer home just how thin and sultry this nightie is. Does she always sleep like this?
"Thank you Riley." Her grin gradually grows into a smile. "You can put it down now."
You toss her garment in the hamper and steal another look up and down her trim frame before returning to your seat on the bed.
"Hmmmmmm..." is the purr you hear from Carrie as you sit. You immediately notice her left foot has lifted from the floor, her leg gently wrapping around the door frame. You can only imagine what she's doing, but the stare she's giving you suggests a few very specific imaginings. She raises both her eyebrows at you and quickly slips back inside the closet. A moment later the sounds of hangers moving breaks the brief silence.
"I'd just like to say, I can't thank you enough for doing this for me. It's so hard to do anything productive with those girls sometimes. They're just so distracting."
"I'll say," you mutter to yourself. You glance around the room some more. There's a small TV mounted on one wall and an antique mirror mounted on another behind the bed. Movement in the mirror's reflection catches your eye.
"Besides, it's more fun to be distracting." The reflection is Carrie emerging from the closet "What do you think of this?"
Moving from the reflection to the real thing, your eyes spot Carrie walking toward you with a dress. But she's not in the dress. She's holding it over her still otherwise naked body.
"Damn," you say before even registering what it is she's holding. It's a rather plain looking blue knee length dress with some pleating. But it's not the dress that's getting you excited; It's Carrie holding it up to her tits and swaying from side to side with each step, flashing her hips and waist at you. Granted, the blue is a pleasing contrast to her fair skin, but it's nothing particularly special.
"Tell me how you really feel!" she says with a wink. "Let's put this in the maybe pile, shall we?"
WIP