I smiled softly and walked in. Fumi closed the door behind me and led the way into the living room. The sheer black nightie swayed with every step, still only loosely held closed by one hand. We sat down on the sofa.
The moment she settled, Fumi deliberately crossed one leg over the other, letting the nightie fall open along her thigh. The black lace panties between her legs came into clear view for several long seconds before she pretended to notice and adjusted the fabric again.
"Jack… what do you want? Tea, coffee, cold drink, beer… or something else?"
Her voice was soft, almost inviting.
"Coffee."
Fumi nodded and stood up a little too quickly. The sudden motion made the nightie flare open behind her, giving me an unobstructed view of her soft, round ass cheeks framed tightly by the thin black panties. She glanced back over her shoulder as if only just realizing, then pulled the fabric closed with a small, practiced gasp.
Her thoughts were already filthy and calculating.
