"Wow~" We reached her house, and my mouth fell open. It wasn't just a house—it was like a small bungalow, two stories tall with clean white walls, big glass windows, and a neatly trimmed garden out front. The driveway had a shiny black car parked, and the whole place looked expensive, way out of reach for someone like me.
"Haha... is my house that surprising?" she asked, turning her head slightly as she walked ahead of me. Her voice was light and teasing, like she was used to people staring.
There was a natural elegance in the way she moved, her hips swaying just enough to draw the eye, each step confident and smooth. But the only thing I could really focus on was her ass in those tight denim short jeans. The fabric hugged her perfectly, stretching over the full, round cheeks. Every step made them jiggle softly. The jeans were cut high, showing off the smooth tanned skin of her thick thighs rubbing together as she walked.
From behind, the view was hypnotic by the way her ass bounced lightly with each stride. It made it impossible not to stare. My cock gave a small twitch in my pants just watching her.
"Well, I think anyone would react like me after seeing your house." I said awkwardly, trying to pull my eyes away.
"It makes sense knowing your father is a councilor." The place was huge, the kind of house normal people like me only saw in movies. But honestly, it was nothing compared to the woman walking in front of me.
"How do you know my dad is a councilor? I never mentioned my dad." She stopped in front of the main door and turned around, giving me a suspicious look, her eyes narrowed slightly. Her arms folded under her massive breasts, pushing them up even more in the strapless grey top.
"I just... know, Your dad is quite famous." I said, voice catching a little. It was a lie, but I didn't want to tell her that I knew her brother Mike. Things were already messed up enough, I just didn't felt like telling her.
"Hm... yeah, you're right," she said slowly, studying me for a second longer.
"He is quite famous." She turned her back to the door and reached into her shoulder-hanging purse for the key. As she did, her ass pushed out toward me again, the tight denim stretching even more across her cheeks.
She unlocked the door with a soft click and pushed it open, glancing back at me over her shoulder with that same amused, teasing smile.
As we stepped inside the house, the grand entrance hall opened up in front of us. The place felt even bigger from the inside—high ceilings, polished marble floors, and a wide staircase curving up to the second floor.
Two people were waiting to greet us. In front stood an older man, probably in his sixties, with hair that was a mix of black and white, the kind that comes with age. His beard matched, thick and neatly trimmed, and he had a big mustache curved upward at the sides, giving him a formal, almost old-fashioned look. He wore a crisp black long coat over matching pants, the outfit of someone who'd spent decades in service. From his posture and the calm way he carried himself, he looked every bit like a butler.
Behind him stood a young girl in a classic maid dress, black with white decoration, apron tied neatly at the waist. She held a folded cloth in her hands, head slightly bowed, eyes fixed on the floor like she was trained not to look up unless spoken to.
"Welcome home, Miss Ashley, and..." The butler bowed deeply, one hand placed over his chest in a practiced gesture. He paused, glancing at me politely, clearly waiting for my name.
"A-Alex..." I said, taking a small step forward. My voice came out quieter than I meant it to.
"Alex~, adorable." Ashley repeated my name slowly, her tone lower, almost teasing. The way she drew out the syllables made me gulp. She turned her head to me, a flirty grin spreading across her lips. Her eyes sparkled with amusement, like she was enjoying how nervous I looked.
"Mr. Joffrey, I need the sauna prepared" she continued, handing him her shoulder purse without even looking at him.
Her words were simple, casual, but they carried the weight of an order, like she was used to being obeyed without question.
"I'll prepare it immediately, Miss," the butler replied in his calm, even tone, the kind that came from years of practice. He took the purse with both hands and bowed again slightly.
Ashley walked past him without another word, hips swaying as she headed deeper into the house, and headed towards the wide staircase.
"Why are you standing there." She stopped on the wide stairs and called back to me. I quickly moved towards her. As I moved past the butler and the maid I took a glace towards the maid.
She was keeping her head down whole time but when I was going past she looked up to me for a second and then bowed down again. She looked the same age as me, and a little familiar, like I've seen her somewhere but I didn't think much and followed Ashley.
"Huuuuh!" Ashley fell back onto her bed with a long, tired sigh. Her massive tits jiggled lewdly from the impact, bouncing heavily under the thin strapless black top like they were about to spill out completely. The fabric stretched tight across them, the purple lace of her bra peeking out at the edges, barely containing the soft, full curves.
She stretched her arms straight up over her head, still lying on her back, arching her body slowly. Her lower back curved upward, pushing her chest out even more, breasts rising high and straining against the top. The movement made them wobble again. Her tanned stomach tightened as she stretched, the muscles flexing under smooth skin, and her thick thighs shifted slightly apart on the bed.
"I'm feeling all sticky." she said, voice lazy and low.
"I'm going to take a shower."
She sat up suddenly and reached for the hem of her strapless black top. Without any hesitation, she started pulling it up over her head. She didn't care that I was right there, she didn't even glance at me as she stripped it off in one smooth motion. The top came free, and her breasts bounced again, now only covered by the purple lace bra that wrapped tightly around her chest. The bra had just thin bands that dug to her sides, pushing her tits up and together until they looked ready to overflow. The lace was sheer in places, letting the dark outline of her areolas show through faintly.
"What are you looking at? Never saw a pair of tits before?" she asked, turning to me with a teasing smirk. She cupped her breasts with both hands, squeezing them lightly, making them bulge even more in her palms. The motion sent another small jiggle through them, and she let out a soft, amused laugh at my reaction.
To be continued…
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