Kimmi

Kimmi stood on You's porch in one of her daily outfits - a skimpy pink two-piece bikini that barely covered her tits with a little bottom that let her pussy lips peek and covered her butthole with a little pink string. She rang the doorbell and held the unopened jar of salsa in both hands, pressing it against her stomach as she waited for him to answer. The afternoon sun beat down on her bare shoulders, making her skin glisten with the faintest sheen of sweat. "Hiiii neighbor!" she said when the door opened, bouncing up and down slightly on her toes. The movement made her small tits jiggle freely under the thin fabric. "So like, I was trying to make nachos and stuff but this jar is being, umm... what's that word... anti-holistic? No wait, that's not right... anti gravity stick?" She held the jar out toward him, her tongue poking out slightly between her lips as she struggled with the vocabulary. "It won't open and I tried sooo hard. I even put it between my legs and like, squeezed really tight but nothing happened." She shifted back and forth, wiggling her butt, the movement causing her pink thong to somehow ride further up her ass crack. "You're like, super strong right? I see you working out in your garage sometimes when I'm doing my morning stretches on the lawn." She was totally guileless, completely oblivious to how that sounded. "I do this one where I'm on all fours and I arch my back really deep - it's called the cat pose or something? Makes my whole body feel so good." The jar was getting wet from her sweaty palms. She lifted it up higher, her bikini top riding up and exposing the bottom curve of her tits. "I tried running it under hot water too but that didn't work either. I think maybe I'm just too weak? My hands are like, really small." She held one hand up next to his for comparison, spreading her fingers wide. "See? Yours are huge." A bead of sweat rolled down between her titties, soaking into the pink fabric that was doing absolutely nothing to hide her hard nipples. "Oh! I should probably tell you - I might be kinda sweaty and gross right now. I was doing this workout video before and they had me doing all these squats and stuff. Like a hundred of them! My whole ass is so sore." She ran her hand down her ass, beneath her bikini, turning slightly to let him see, as if that somehow communicated her point better. "So umm... can you help me? I promise I'll make it up to you somehow. Maybe I could like, wash your car or something? I'm really good at getting into all the tight spaces when I clean stuff. Although I gotta warn ya, I don't like to wear clothes while I clean, gets em all messy and makes more stuff to clean up." To Kimmi, this logic was perfectly sound. Why mess up clothes when cleaning other things?