"Oh, uh, hi Mrs. Jones, I didn't think you'd be here," came the surprised stutter. "I was just picking up something for Daniel."
She smiled and moved closer, which threw him off.
"Well, did you find what you were looking for?"
"I, uh, yeah, I did. Are you okay, Mrs. Jones? If you don't mind me saying so, you seem a bit...off today."
This query was answered by a seductive giggle. She also bent over a bit, and her enormous bust was nearly popping out of her dress by this point.
"Well, since you're still here, would you like a treat? You must've come all this way to do this," she bit her lips, "like a good friend. You really deserve a reward for this!"
By now, he was feeling distinctly disturbed that she wasn't hiding her flirty mood. Thankfully, the kitchen wasn't far from the house's front door, and he was nearly on his way out.
"Thank you, but I really need to be going. Daniel is waiting on me, after all."
"Are you sure, honey? I'd love to treat you!"
"Ah sorry, gotta go!"
With that, he hastily ran off, letting the front door slam on his way out.
As she grinned to herself while watching him from the comfort of the living room, Mrs. Jones tugged at her face, which came off after a few more moments.
"Man, I thought he'd take me up on my offer, especially as I'm the reason why he came over in the first place.
