She was relieved to finally have a day off. Work had been so intense lately, all she wanted to do was lay down and relax. She had nothing planned so she had more than enough time to simply lay out on the couch. The extreme heat and oppressive humidity of the day gave her the perfect excuse to enjoy her relaxing naked. Not that she needed a reason to enjoy spending time without clothes, but it was nice to have one.
She lays out on the couch in the apartment's living room. Her head is propped up by a throw pillow. One arm is draped up the back of the couch, the other falling towards the floor. One leg is stretched out straight with her foot up on the armrest of the couch, the other bent with her foot planted firmly on the floor. The couch is the perfect length for her height to fill it as she stretches out. The fine hair between her legs is trimmed short enough to be hidden from view at most angles in her current position. Only someone at the end of the couch would be able to truly see her intimate secrets, but there is nobody there at the moment. It is just her, the soft material of the couch against her skin, and some pointless show on the TV.
She is so relaxed, she fails to notice her roommate returning home. Without a glance in her direction, he drops his bag by the door and leaves a trail of clothes on the floor leading down the hall to the bathroom where he relaxes some himself with a hot shower. All of this goes unnoticed as the woman's mind drifts on clouds of nothingness.
Without realizing realizing the coincidence, her mind drifts to her roommate. She enjoyed his athletic body on the rare occasions she caught him without a shirt. He was fit without being too muscular for her tastes. The two of them sharing the apartment was a pure coincidence. Neither of them had ever expressed an interest in the other, but neither were they unattractive to the other. The subject of them being intimate with each other had never come up.
He steps out of the shower and walks towards the living room with a towel around his waist. He stops at the sight before his eyes. It is something he had often thought about, but never truly thought his eyes would behold. He dares not move for fear of disturbing the beauty before him. The slow rise and fall of her round breasts as she breathes. The smooth skin of her legs and soft curves of her hips. Her eyes not seeing him as they stare aimlessly at the TV. It is only by a sheer force of will that he didn't throw the towel across the room and ravage the woman this very second. Instead, he decides to make a more gentle approach and let the situation determine what happens next.
Stepping into the room more, he ensures he is completely visible from the couch but far enough so as not to be threatening. He drops the towel behind him and leans casually against the wall. He then coughs lightly, making the first sound he had since seeing her lovely body all stretched out. She doesn't jump, but quickly turns her head his direction. The corners of her mouth rise slightly in a small smile as her eyes take him in. He wasn't aroused, yet. Something she had the sudden deep urge to change.
The hand on the back of the couch unconsciously slides to her raised leg. There, it traces slow lines up and down her inner thigh. He strides across the room and kneels before the couch. Without taking his eyes off of hers, his hands come up and start lightly caressing her breasts. Her nipples rise and stiffen as his fingers dance over them.