Jennie adds some makeup to make herself look more presentable and eye-catching. She decides to her hair down again and tousles it to bring out its volume. Even though it's very hot, the AC will turn on again soon. She looks at her stomach and unconsciously holds it, imagining how a pregnancy belly would look on her.
Soon, Jennie.
You'll have it soon…
She turns her body in the mirror and approves of her ass looking great in these panties.
Is it bad to say that she bought these with [Y/N] in mind?
Seriously, she went online shopping and added a whole new collection to her closet in hopes of seducing the younger girl. Every time the plumber visited, she would wear her clothes and ask for her opinions. [Y/N] would compliment them and all, but they weren't enough to make her jump Jennie's bones.
Those plans failed, as expected.
It also doesn't help that her husband has been begging for sex, but she hasn't been in the mood for it—with him, more specifically.
Jennie retrieves a plate of snacks and a cool water bottle for the maintenance woman. "How's it going?" she asks after joining the scene by the window.
"Doing alright," [Y/N] answers quietly without bothering to turn her head like she always does when Jennie directs a question at her.
"When do you think this will be done?"
"Um, hopefully in less than an hour."
"It's okay. I don't want to rush you, so take your time. After all, I enjoy your company," Jennie flirts as her voice drops low and sultry, causing the younger girl to stiffen. She giggles when she notices [Y/N]'s hands shake and the tip of her ears burn red. That lets her know she's having a great effect on her.
[Y/N] swallows hard and bobs her head. "Uh, thank you…"
[Y/N] fixes the air conditioner in silence while Jennie sits by the couch in a posture that makes her gaze linger. She quickly shakes her head and redirects her concentration on the window unit. Jennie catches a bead of sweat dripping down the slope of [Y/N]'s neck, and she oh so badly wants to lick it away.
God, she needs to fuck this plumber today.
She has been pent up all week that she's desperate for a release.
Not just an orgasm but some mind-blowing sex, too.
Eventually, [Y/N] grabs the remote and presses the button. The air conditioner doesn't make a sound of protest as it starts to blow refreshing cool air. The living room starts to cool down, but the heat in Jennie's body is still simmering.
"All good, Jennie," [Y/N] says, looking everywhere but in Jennie's direction. "Remember what I told you?"
"Yeah, yeah. How about you take a break for a minute? You've been working so hard," Jennie pleads, prancing over to the taller girl. "Do you have somewhere to be?"
[Y/N] has to go to other clients' homes to fix their ACs, but she's pretty sure her coworkers have it under control. "Not necessarily," she mutters, scratching her warm cheek.
"Then, sit." Jennie grabs [Y/N]'s hand and pulls her toward the couch. She spins her around and pushes her down to sit by her shoulders. She's being assertive and needy, but she could care less. "Stay here. I'll get you more snacks."
[Y/N] obliges and stays put like an obedient dog, her fingers nervously playing with each other. She glances toward the kitchen and finds Jennie at the fridge, bending down and providing an unforgettable view of her ass. Gulping, [Y/N] hastily looks away and focuses on her bouncing knee instead. The cold air in the room is doing nothing to calm down the rising heat in her core.
Jennie returns with another bottle of water and a second plate full of snacks. She sets them on the coffee table and plops down right next to [Y/N].
So close that she can smell her Chanel perfume.
Clearing her throat, [Y/N] grabs the water and twists the cap open. Some of it spills on her lap from how hard she squeezes the plastic bottle. Jennie notices her hand trembling as [Y/N] drinks the water.
She's making her nervous.
Good.
"I-It's getting cold here. Don't you… don't you want to, uh… put more clothes on?" [Y/N] stammers, setting the water bottle back on the coffee table. She grabs a couple of snacks to throw into her mouth.
"Why would I?" Jennie inquires, a bit too stern than she had intended. "It's my house."
[Y/N] exhales a shaky breath. "Right, s-sorry. I didn't mean to sound rude..."
"It's okay, baby."
As the pet name slips from her mouth, [Y/N] crosses one leg over the other and continuously scratches at a spot behind her ear.
"How are you feeling, [Y/N]?"
"Hot…" [Y/N] mumbles absentmindedly, and then she perks her head up in surprise. "I-I mean, it's hot in here. Actually, no. It was hot, but it's cold now. My body's still getting used to the temperature."
Jennie giggles uncontrollably at her nervous rambling. She puts her hand on [Y/N]'s bare knee and rubs her thumb along her skin, which has [Y/N] zeroing her gaze on it. "Calm down. I'm not gonna bite you."
Unless you want me to.