Isaac sat in what had come to be his usual seat, where he would join Kinsley and discuss her latest ideas, review her latest designs, and just generally help her. This time, however, he felt like he was going to melt into that chair, his eyes wide behind his glasses and his skin several degrees hotter than usual.
“O-oh… my goodness. K-Kinsley… I… Wow.”
That wasn’t the most articulate praise he’d ever given her designs, but it was a start, wasn’t it? Especially considering the shock of her appearing and baring herself to him like that?
Their friendship began innocently enough, with Kinsely having designed the bridal party for a wedding of his parents’ friends. Isaac had to attend, of course, and while the entire affair was as awful as he expected, he remembered being quite taken with the appearance of the bride and bridesmaids. Upon learning she had designed them, Isaac, surprisingly enough, didn’t hesitate to commend her.
One thing led to another and they actually began talking most of the night–and most days since then. Isaac had no real intentions on going into fashion, but he found himself often drawn to Kinsey’s work, and that must’ve manifested in something useful, because she often solicited his opinion.
This time, however, was entirely new. Was he guilty of looking at her a few times in ways just a friend wouldn’t? Yes, but he also never dreamed she would look at him the same way.
And that’s what this was, wasn’t it? Why else would she model a piece for him? Unless she thought it was better this way? Either way, he was stunned, and felt it his duty to say so. “You…” He pushed his glasses up his nose as his eyes wandered hungrily over her body, stopping especially at the way the cups of the bra supported her already impressive chest. “…Wow!” he exclaimed again, a rush of air leaving him. “I… I’m speechless! I just… Wh-why… Um. Not that I’m… goodness. Not that I’m complaining or anything but… why model for me? I mean, why model it? Why model the… piece. I…” he whimpered, his brain short-circuiting.
okay , maybe she shouldn’t have done this - but she’s just waiting for a reaction . and then , there it is . her cheeks flush a little as she listens to him , making her way over to him before running her fingers through her hair - sitting down in front of him . she leans back slightly , keeping the robe closed at her waist , but leaving her cleavage on display for him .
when they’d started talking at the wedding , she’d never imagined anything would come from it - let alone , this . of course , she’d seen the way the younger male looked at her every now and then but she never questioned it . maybe that was the reason that she’d had the confidence to do this , she wouldn’t usually . a soft laugh leaves her lips , moving a loose strand of hair behind her ear as she gazes at him .
“ yeah ? ” she questions , before leaning forward slightly - more than aware of the fact that the support in this bra makes her cleavage look bigger . “ i just think sometimes that you need to see something on to get the full effect , you know ? ” kinsley opens the tie on the robe , letting it slip off so he can see the panties it’s paired with .
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