I turned to see her and had to hold back a small gasp of surprise.I turned to see her and had to hold back a small gasp of surprise. She stood in the hallway dressed in just a nightshirt that just came down to her upper thighs, and apparently nothing else. The shirt was slit partway up the sides, showing tantalizing glimpses of skin. Her braless breasts hung firm and high, the nipples hard, straining against the thin cotton and just begging to be set free. Her bare legs were magnificently toned, retaining just a hint of tan leftover from the summer. I noticed she was smiling at me, nervous but apparently enjoying my attentions. Then, to my complete shock she yawned and stretched her arms high above her head. The shirt, which was just barely long enough to begin with, rode up and I plainly saw the brown fuzz of her pubic hair. She held the pose for one magnificent second, then dropped her arms down again, much to my disappointment. I made no pretense of not looking at her. That would have been ridiculous. But her eyes met mine and I saw the same fire I saw earlier in the lunchroom, only this time it wasn't smoldering but raging almost out of control. With slow deliberation she walked across the room, swinging her hips just the right amount to make the slits in the nightshirt part and give excruciating glimpse of bare skin. She sat down on the couch next to me, close enough to touch. One gorgeously unclad leg rested on the couch and across the other leg at about mid-thigh. |