A towel

Kristi was wrapped in a towel that was snuggly pressed against her damp body. Kristi smiled and said, “Oh hello! I was hoping your sister was home. Can I please come inside?”

“Absolutely!” You say while undoing the chain as she hurried inside. You quickly lock the door and suavely ask. “So can I assume this is your new wardrobe?”

She sat herself on a couch as she chuckled and said. “Only when little shit pranksters of little brothers interrupt a shower by messing with my car. I got the alarm off but they managed to close the front door and locked me out. I remembered my mom saying they left you guys with a key so I was begging that someone was home. Preferably a female but I’m grateful for you nonetheless.”

She was pushing aside her damp hair as you stared at the amount of leg that was revealed as well as her cleavage that was trying to poke out. (Shit! You shouldn’t be staring this much…I need to focus.) You couldn’t help as the towel left a gap to her pussy but it was too dark to make out any details. She looks at you and you know you’ve been caught staring too long. You await the verbal thrashing but a few seconds pass with nothing happening.

You quickly say, “Let me go find the spare key. I’ll be right back!” You sprint off to the kitchen and open the top drawer hoping to find just evade getting in trouble for gawking at her naked skin. You search about through the various keys and see your mom had labeled them luckily. You saw Kristi’s last name and grabbed it as you made your way out to the living room.

“Sorry for the wai…” You arrive to an empty room and don’t see her sitting on the couch anymore. You begin to wonder if maybe this was all just a dream too. You pinch your arm and feel the pain that indeed this was real life. You quickly scan the bottom floor but noises upstairs helps you determine her general location.