"Shit! I didn't know we had company." One arm poorly covers her humble chest and the other hand covers her fuzzy mound.
"Hi Brooke," Ian's voice cracks and gives an awkward wave.
"Hi..." she lifts the wrist on her chest and wiggles her fingers to return an embarrassed wave. Enough that her nipple makes a cameo. "And sorry I need to get something downstairs," then daringly pushes forward through the wide living room. As she turns to get to the basement we get a front row seat to her bare backside jiggling with each hurried step. Ian and I exchange astonished looks and laugh after she disappears into the basement.
"I guess I should have told her you were here," I sigh.
"Glad you didn't," Ian has to shake himself out of his shock. The dryer door slams shut and those fast feet come up the steps. She emerges again. Still nude and only covered by holding her shirt in front of her chest. The rapid movements cause it to repeatedly bounce off her body giving us brief windows to see what is hiding underneath.
"Sorry again. My underwear is upstairs," Ian's gaze locks onto her cute bum as she passes again. Getting far more time to take in every step, shake, and inch of her. Back up the steps and the avant-garde performance is over.
Ian smirks, "never a dull moment."
"Never a dull moment," I take a deep breath and can't wait to find out what was going through her mind.