“Here it is,” she murmured self-consciously. “Quaint.” Zoe looked at him and laughed. “Yeah, I guess. Come on.” She walked up the pathway and climbed the stairs of the porch. He admired the pull of her muscles in her legs and ass as she stepped up. She opened the front door and flipped on a kitchen light. He looked around the old kitchen and smiled. “A lot like my grandparents' house.” She grinned. “Yeah a lot of them here are identical.” Her eyes met his and he saw a blush blossoming across her cheeks and she bit her bottom lip. “I'm going to change really quick, this swimsuit is uncomfortable. I'll be back. The living room is just in there; you can turn the TV on and relax.” She turned and looked over her shoulder. “Won't take me long.” “Just don't change too much,” he called after her. He heard her laugh. He took the bags of snacks into the living room and plopped on the ugly orange couch, trying to get comfortable.
