My situation was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. I had been invited over for dinner by my girlfriend of one week, Penny. The main purpose of the evening was to meet her older sister, Kendra, who was apparently just dying to meet me. I had arrived on time, but Kendra and I had to introduce ourselves, as Penny was not yet home from class. Minutes after my arrival, Penny had called me on my cell to apologize, explaining that her professor was not letting class out early like he usually did.
This may seem innocent enough. My only obvious problem was that I was stuck with someone I barely knew for as long as 45 more minutes. But Kendra was not just "someone". At 28, she was a full decade older than Penny and I, yet her personality was youthful and energetic. She seemed like that 'fun aunt' that almost everyone seems to have: talkative, experienced in life, and focused on having a good time.
I, however, was focused on other things. Like her incredible body. Standing six-feet, Kendra was tall, and, like her baby sister, carried a bit of extra padding here and there. But also like her sister, a pair of huge d-cup breasts made that padding seem to all but disappear. This, plus her shapely hips and ass gave Kendra the perfect hourglass figure.
The details were just as amazing. Her brunette hair was tied back in a long ponytail, and she had the brightest brown eyes I'd ever seen. She was very tan, and apparently liked showing that off, as she wore only a gray sports bra and black, very low-cut shorts. As if that weren't enough, her sports bra seemed to be a size or two too small. Her breasts were squeezed in tight, and she had enough cleavage for a guy to get lost in.
So here I was, marveling at this beauty while trying to keep a conversation going, and knowing that if my eyes drifted for too long, I would have a lot of explaining to do when Penny finally got home. Although, really--how do you explain to your girlfriend why you were staring at her sister's hot, sweaty, half-naked body?
"Sorry I'm not really dressed yet," Kendra said.
I swallowed hard. She must have caught me peering at her chest. Shit.
We were sitting in the living room of a nice, two bedroom apartment. I was on the couch holding a cold glass of beer. She was in the recliner opposite me. The window shades were drawn to keep the setting sun from shining in, making the room relatively dark. The TV wasn't on, so the only things keeping us from silence were the hum of the air conditioner and our own voices.
"No problem," I said. "I didn't expect anything formal, anyway." I gestured to my own attire of t-shirt and jeans.
"Well, I was expecting Penny to be here so I could change and shower without leaving you all alone."
"Oh, just go ahead," I told her with a wave of my hand. "I don't mind, really. I'll turn on SportsCenter or something." I reached for the coffee table, searching for the remote.
"Ok," she said, getting up. "Just make yourself at home."
I was flipping over magazines, still looking for the remote. Although I was glad she would be leaving the room and breaking the tension, I was a little disappointed, too, for obvious reasons.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Kendra moving, but instead of going toward the hall leading to the bedrooms, she was heading my way. I tried to ignore this, and searched even more furiously for the remote, now looking under the coffee table, then on the floor...
But she kept coming toward me. She was so close I could smell her sweat, and then she was bending down. I had to look. I turned my head and my eyes were rewarded with an extra close-up view of Kendra's breasts pushing against that sports bra. Her huge, tanned mounds of flesh met with a deep, dark canyon of cleavage. I was so close, my nose was almost in it, and my eyes could look at nothing else.
I had to pull away, so I sat back, but she leaned in even closer, her breasts closing in once more. Then she was moving past me, reaching to my left side. I looked over and saw why: the remote was sitting right there beside me, on the arm of the couch. Kendra picked it up, her breasts still in my face, then paused for half a second or so, and finally stood up. I looked up at her, terrified, but she gave me a quick, innocent smile, and then gently set the remote in my lap--right on top of my growing erection.
"Here you go," she said, spinning around. "I'll try to be quick."
I gave a sigh of relief, then flicked on the TV, making a conscious effort to keep my eyes off of her ass as she walked away. That was unbelievable, I thought. It was as if she didn't know, or care, what she was doing. I tried to convince myself that that was just the way she was--forward and carefree--but something wouldn't let me believe it.
I flipped to ESPN and was trying to clear my head when I caught another movement. I lost my breath when I saw what had distracted me. The television set was on a small stand against a wall. The hallway to the bedrooms was on this same wall, and from my position, I could see past the TV, down the hall, and into one of the bedrooms. I wasn't able to actually see the bedroom itself, but there was a mirror on the open door, and the reflection on it showed me all I needed to see. My eyes about bugged out of my head as I watched Kendra, her back to the mirror, pull off her gray sports bra.
All the progress my dick had made in softening back to normal was lost as I stared at Kendra's naked back and wondered what I'd see next. She should have shut the door, or moved to a more discreet part of the room. I knew this, because it was not just too good to be true, it was downright weird that any woman would be so frivolous while a guy she barely knew was sitting in the next room. Yes, something was off--no pun intended.
But that didn't keep me from watching. I sat frozen as she turned slightly, offering me a glimpse of the side of her large, naked breast. She bent over, and her breast pulled away from her body, hanging. She was taking off her shoes and socks. A moment later she was pulling down her shorts. Now only a pair of gray panties covered her delicious ass.
I marveled at her body, noticing how perfect her proportions were, and that she had no tan lines whatsoever. Her skin glistened with her sweat, and I imagined what it would feel like to run my hands over her slick curves. Kendra then straightened back up and moved out of view of the mirror, and, again both relieved and disappointed, I thought the show was over.
That illusion only lasted a moment, for seconds later Kendra's reflection was back in the mirror. I nearly jumped out of my seat, because this time she was facing the mirror. I managed a quick peek at her naked breasts, taking note of how big and dark her nipples were, before nervously looking back to the TV. I sipped my beer to appear unaware and casual if she were to spot me.
I kept track of her presence in the mirror with my peripheral vision. I was certain that she would look up and discover how exposed she was at any second. But she never moved. Risking it all, I glanced back at the mirror. She had removed the band that kept her hair in a ponytail, and now was leaning over, shaking her hair out. The long, brunette strands kept me from seeing her breasts, but I could still see those panties, and my dick ached for what was underneath them.
Kendra straightened up again, tossing her hair back and fully facing the mirror. Too captivated to turn away, I watched as she bent over and pulled down her panties. When she came up again, she was naked at last, and her pussy, with it's neatly trimmed strip of fuzz, was in full view. I could only see her like that for a split-second, as she began walking toward the mirror, grabbing a towel on the way. As difficult as it was to pry my eyes from her breasts or pussy, I made sure to watch Kendra's eyes, too. Her head, so far, had always been directed down, but now she was moving closer...
I looked away just as she exited the room and, with her back to me, moved a step further down the hall to the bathroom. When she was gone, I looked back down the hall. From my vantage point, I could see part of the right side of the bathroom entry, but not nearly enough to get a good peek inside. I would have to move to the other side of the couch, and was not about to get that bold.
But as I looked toward the bathroom, I noticed that the door still hadn't moved. Then I heard a shower curtain slide open, the water turn on, and the shower curtain close again.
' No way!' I thought. First she undresses with the door open, and now she's showering?
