Well, the first thing we need to do is get out of this formal attire, Mr. Burns said, beginning to untie his tie. I watched him undress, as I had many times before, but tonight it seemed a bit different. A bit sexier. Or maybe it was just my imagination, inspired to wildness by the cold, isolated, romantic winter evening.
Would you like me to get you some pajamas, sir? I asked, staring salaciously at my friend unbuttoning his shirt.
He looked over to me and I pretended not to be staring. Well, of course. Do you think Im going to prance around here in the nude? Honestly, Smithers, sometimes I wonder about you. That statement made me wonder if he was referring to my intellect or my purity.
I looked in my closet and pulled out two pairs of satin pajamas. I caressed the material with desire. Snap out of it, Waylon. Nothings going to happen tonight, I told myself, although I was not quite so sure. It certainly was the ideal setting and situation for a little erotic exploration.