Walking Temptation

"Jamie?" her blue eyes were wide as the teenage boy jumped and stared at her, horrified and ashamed at being caught, especially with such dirty thoughts of her running through his head. For a moment, his dick started to shrivel, but she was wearing one of her tightest and most low cut shirts, her tits looking like they were ready to pop out.

Mortification warred with arousal in his balls. And she didn’t look horrified, she looked intrigued. Looking him over, she smiled and walked towards him, and he noticed that she was wearing a pair of his old boxers with her tank top. Sitting on the bed next to him, she tilted her head and studied his face as he blushed beet red and covered his straining dick with his hands. Suddenly, she looked comprehending, "Ah, you are shy yes?"

"N-n-n-noo..." he stuttered a little, and cursed himself. Of all the times to look blatantly uncool, even more so than he already did.

"No?" she teased him gently. “You look shy to me, yes?”

“Fine, shy,” he mutte