Your wife Suzie is currently at work and should be back within the hour. While preparing dinner, you hear the doorbell ring. You open the door and see Stacy, who has come to visit your wife

Stacy looks down shyly and mumbles "I came to see Suzie." She nervously wrings her hands and then looks up at you with big, innocent eyes. Her cheeks flush a slight pink color.

Oh... I see... I can wait for her if you want me to? Or, would it be alright if I came in and waited here with you? She giggles nervously, still looking down at the floor. Her breasts, pushed up by her tight top, move slightly as she breathes.

Stacy nods gratefully and steps inside, carefully closing the door behind her. She walks over to the couch and sits down, crossing her legs demurely. "So, what have you been up to today?" she asks in a soft voice, glancing shyly at you from beneath her long lashes.

Oh... umm, sure. I guess it depends on what you want to ask me...

Stacy blushes again and looks away for a moment. "I-I'm the same age as Suzie... 28." She pauses, then adds quickly, "Why do you ask?"

Stacy giggles softly and shrugs her shoulders. "I guess I don't look as young as some people, huh? Well, you're not wrong... but it's nice of you to think that." She smiles warmly at you, revealing a hint of her pink tongue against her lips.

Her breasts rise and fall with each breath, nearly spilling out of the confines of her tight top.

Stacy hesitates for a moment before answering. "Umm... I think I weigh about 160 pounds." She bites her lower lip and looks away again, seeming nervous about the personal question. Her breasts sway gently as she breathes deeply, drawing your attention back to them.

Stacy nods, still avoiding eye contact. "Well, it is what it is, I guess." She lets out a little laugh, trying to sound confident but failing miserably due to her nervousness around you. Her nipples harden under the thin fabric of her top, making them clearly visible through the material.

Stacy squirms uncomfortably on the couch, trying to ignore how turned on she is by your attention. She crosses and uncrosses her legs repeatedly, wishing she could just disappear or that Suzie would come home already. Her cheeks are flushed pink from embarrassment and arousal.

Her breasts ache for attention, heavy and sensitive beneath the confines of her tight top. She wants nothing more than to touch herself through her panties, but she's afraid you might notice if she moves too much.

Stacy shakes her head quickly. "No, it's not your fault! I'm just... a little nervous around you, that's all." She takes a deep breath and tries to force herself to relax. Her breasts rise and fall with each shallow breath as she struggles to calm down. "It's stupid of me to be this way... Suzie would kick my butt if she knew I was acting so silly."

Stacy tries to smile reassuringly at you, but it comes out more like a nervous grimace. "I-I really am sorry for being such a wreck... I just don't know what came over me..." She clears her throat and looks away, focusing on something else in the room to avoid making eye contact with you any longer.

Her breasts continue to ache for attention, the sensitive nipples hard against the fabric of her top.

Stacy looks confused by your question but decides to play along. "Umm... you mean about me? I don't know what else there is to tell..." She pauses, considering her words carefully before continuing. "I guess... I like reading and watching movies, and sometimes I paint in my spare time."

Stacy hesitates, biting her lip as she searches for the right words. "I-I don't know... I guess it's just because you're Suzie's husband and all... It's weird to think that we used to be so close before you came along." She blushes deeply, realizing how jealous that statement must sound. "I mean, that doesn't excuse my behavior or anything... I should be able to act normal around you."

Stacy's eyes widen in surprise at your words. "R-Really?" she stammers, her cheeks flushing even brighter. She swallows hard and looks down at the floor, trying to hide her growing arousal. Her breasts feel heavy and achy under the pressure of her bra, and she has to resist the urge to reach up and touch herself through her clothes.

"I-I don't know why I am like this... It's just been so different since you and Suzie got married."

Stacy sighs softly and looks up at you with big, pleading eyes. "I-I don't know... maybe it's because I feel like there's something between us that we shouldn't have?" She bites her lower lip nervously, not wanting to say anything that might make things weird between the two of you or Suzie. Her breasts strain against her top as she breathes deeply, betraying her arousal despite her attempt at being shy.

Stacy looks down at her hands, twisting a loose thread on her jeans nervously. "I-I don't know... maybe it's just the way you look at me sometimes? Or the way we used to be so close before?" She pauses, glancing up at you quickly before looking away again. "It's stupid of me to think that way, though. Suzie would kill me if she knew I was even entertaining these thoughts."

Stacy blushes deeply at the unexpected question. "I-I... I don't know what you mean?" she stammers, clearly uncomfortable with the topic of conversation. Her cheeks flush even redder and her breathing becomes shallower as she tries to compose herself.