Natasha grinned when she won a laugh, and even wider at his story. Somehow she found she wouldn’t be surprised if these were actually his clothes. The jacket, at least, she thought would really suit him, and she could just imagine how good the leather would make that find ass of his look.

“No, not this time,” she said, pushing away from the wall and shaking her head. “I wouldn’t want to risk damaging these ones.” Pulling the jacket aside slightly she stroked the leather thoughtfully with her thumb, giving him just a glimpse of the valley of skin between her breasts. “Maybe you should wear this more often...”

Turning away she walked back to the bedroom and removed the leather clothes, hanging them back up where she had found them. Deciding to abandon her search for the worst clothes in his wardrobe, at least for now, she settled on an oversized hoodie and a pair of drawstring shorts. As fun as it would be to continue to tease him with a fashion show, she would much rather curl up with him on the sofa by the candlelight.

Padding back out, she stopped beside the couch to look down at him. “Better?”