I couldn't believe my eyes. When Chris walked in I almost spilled my drink down the front of my pants. She looked AMAZING. I'd never seen her in a dress, let alone anything besides jeans and a t-shirt. Her hair was down around her shoulders as opposed to its usual messy bun and she was wearing lipstick. I could tell the other guys were as surprised as me but I'd been sleeping in the same house as this... this... woman and didn't even know it. My god, those curves! How did I never notice them before?
She sat down at the table as if nothing was different but I could feel my eyes slipping over to her when I thought she wasn't looking. I just hoped I wasn't acting weird and tried to keep the conversation going as usual. I watched her make her way to the bar and admired her toned legs but when she leaned over the bar, my eyes zeroed in on her ass and my mind wandered back to that morning.
After she came downstairs in those ridiculously short pajama bottoms, and reached up to get a mug, giving me a peek of her back where her shirt had ridden up, she went back upstairs to take a bath. I had admired her legs when she had stood in front of me, but promptly forgot about it when I started making a sandwich to take with me to my apartment later. I realized she had an empty container of mayo in her fridge and rolled my eyes. I opened a few cupboards looking for an unopened container but gave up and decided to just ask her. I went upstairs to knock on her door but realized the bathroom door was open a crack. I lifted my hand to wrap on the door when I heard a groan from inside. I froze, and soon heard some more moaning. As it got louder in pitch I realized what it was. It was the unmistakable sound of a woman's pleasure. I was afraid to move for fear of creaky floorboards, and quite frankly, I was riveted to the spot. I heard squishing noises and the moaning got quicker in pace. Finally I heard one last moan and then quiet. I crept off when I heard splashing but I was thoroughly embarrassed by the whole incident. I shouldn't have listened. I shouldn't have been up there at all. I was a guest in her house and I had disrespected her privacy.
I had decided to put the whole thing out of my mind but I couldn't help hearing her moans as I stared at her luscious ass from across the room. It didn't get better when I couldn't see her ass anymore. Instead I was presented with a view of her cleavage and red lips as she sipped her drink. I was going to have a very difficult time sleeping tonight. In the same house as her. On the couch that smelled liked her strawberry shampoo.
We paid the bill and said our goodbyes. Luckily Chris and I had arrived in separate cars so I wouldn't be stuck sitting next to her making awkward conversation on the way home. I didn't trust my brain to function in an enclosed space, inches away from her bare legs. I had to calm down by the time I got back to her place. I tried breathing in and out slowly and concentrating on nothing but the road and by the time I parked the car in front of her house I felt like I could even say hello without my voice coming out in a squeak. Things would go back to the way they were before and we'd just be good friends. I had driven slowly to give myself time to cool off and when I knocked on her door (even though she'd given me a key; I didn't want to catch her unawares again.) she opened it in her pajamas with her hair back in a messy bun. She smiled and ushered me in.
