Tina fiddled with the switch on the boiler, but it didn't seem to make any difference. 'When is that landlord going to get this thing sorted?' she asked. 'I'll remind him in the morning when I give him the rent' replied Roger.
They weren't living together, just sharing the flat. Tina had been there 6 months and they had a good friendly relationship. Roger did find the petite brunette extremely attractive, but tried to keep things on a just-good-friends basis, at least for now. Though he admitted to himself that one reason he wanted the heating fixed was so that Tina might start wearing shorts around the flat again, she had the most amazing legs and he was very careful that she didn't notice him admiring them. He figured that if she realised he how lusted after her she'd be more careful to cover up, no more bathroom dashes in skimpy nighties. One fabulous evening she'd fallen asleep on the sofa wearing just a short bathrobe and Roger had carried her to bed, he had always liked carrying girls, but he had resisted the temptation to peek at her body, well mostly. The next morning she had thanked him for putting her to bed so clearly felt safe. One or two things Tina said even made him think she wouldn't mind too much if he got a glimpse of her undressed, but he resolved to play it safe.
Tina stopped struggling with the boiler, 'I give up, I just hope I can sleep in the cold'. 'You should have some nice thick pyjamas like mine' said Roger, 'much more practical'. 'Maybe I'll borrow yours, goodnight'.
A beer or two later Roger decided to go to bed, when he got to his room it took a moment to realise what had changed, the pyjamas weren't where he had left them, but on the floor was Tina's blue nightdress. The door to Tina's room was ajar and he went in, sure enough Tina was fast asleep wearing his pyjamas. Roger already knew Tina was an immensely heavy sleeper and this was a chance too good to miss. Emboldened by the beer he unbuttoned the jacket Tina was wearing and tried to remove it, after all it was his jacket.
It was the first time he'd properly seen her bare breasts and as he raised her to a sitting position they looked fantastic. Just big enough, the top surface shaped like a ski slope, pointy nipples, the underside flat, not droopy at all. Roger was suddenly terrified that she would wake up, he tried to replace the jacket, but in Tina's tiny room he just couldn't manoeuvre, hemmed in by the dressing table he couldn't get her arm back in the sleeve. He had gone too far to back out now, and remembering how much fun it had been when he had last held Tina's unconscious form in his arms he decided to carry her to the spacious lounge, lay her on the floor, then strip her off properly.
He lifted her from the bed and carried her towards the lounge, one arm under her legs and one under her waist, her body limp, her head hanging back and her glossy dark hair dropping towards the floor. A minute later she was still sleeping soundly, sprawled on the rug in front of the electric fire. Roger turned the fire on for her benefit, wincing at the noise, then went to the dimmer switch and slowly turned the lights up for a better view. He turned Tina onto her front and slipped the unbuttoned jacket off, then hesitated before removing Tina's trousers. This was a big step. If Tina woke topless she might, just possibly, be persuaded it was a harmless prank in revenge for her stealing his pyjamas. Not once she was bottomless. Roger took a deep breath before slowly pulling her trousers down, half way down her butt he had to lift her hips but then the pyjamas came off easily leaving Tina completely nude. The butt cheeks were firm, not flopping to the side at all and with a faint tan line.
By now Roger had the greatest erection ever, he hadn't had one like this even during that business with the girls hockey team. As he slowly and carefully rolled Tina onto her back it got even stronger. Tina's breasts were as firm as her butt, even flat on her back the nipples pointed at the ceiling. The pubic hair was partially trimmed, a neat triangle just inside the tan line, interesting that there wasn't any tan line on her breasts. The legs looked better than ever. This wasn't really wrong, Roger told himself as her scanned his beautiful flatmate's naked body from top to toe, not an assault. She had borrowed his pyjamas, he was entitled to retrieve them. Not his fault she happened to be wearing them. She was sound asleep and with luck would never know, and she looked so utterly gorgeous like this she should be pleased, he was practically doing her a favour.
OK next job. Get her into her nightie, take her back to bed and with luck she'd wake up assuming she hadn't slept in his pyjamas after all. This turned out to be more difficult than he'd thought. Holding her up with one arm and trying to get the nightie over her head with the other didn't seem to work. Ever careful to avoid waking her, he tried holding her from behind with his right arm round her stomach and the nightie in his left hand, then the other way round. Then tried putting an arm round her shoulders with her breasts pressing gently against him, no easier.