Get her dirty clothes off

As tempting as it was to get some payback for ruining my night, I decided to be a good housemate and help her out as much as I could. I stepped into the confines of the cramped shower stall, picked her up under her armpits, and got her back on her feet. She flung her arms around me and let her head drop onto my shoulder, leaving me supporting her again. I groaned under the sudden weight.

I'd be lying if I said I hadn't thought about stripping my curvy housemate out of one of her form-fitting dresses before, but this was hardly the scenario I'd had in mind. Sighing, I reached behind her to get at the zipper of her dress. It took a little work, but finally the zipper came loose, and I managed to unzip it all the way to the base of her spine. The dress's bodice fell away from her body, revealing Anna's luscious curves in all their glory. That was half the task done. The wet fabric was clinging around her waist, so I got down on my knees to tug. I felt my swollen cock slapping against my thighs with every tug, and was painfully aware of how intimate this situation was. Thankfully the towel preserved my decency.

Some part of Anna's semi-conscious mind must have realised what I was trying to do, because she started shimmying her wide hips, helping the dress come loose a little more. Eventually, it slid down her shapely legs, and fell into a tangled mass around her ankles. Pulling it free, I flicked the dress out onto the bathroom floor. Now came the trickier part; her underwear.

I slowly ran my hands up the curves of her calves, revelling in the surprisingly hard muscles I could feel under her smooth skin. Her thighs filled out beautifully, and Anna sighed as I stroked them. This went well beyond helping my drunk housemate, but her body was so alluring, I couldn't help but sample some of the delights of her beautiful body. My hands cupped her full arse cheeks, lingering a moment before I grasped the thin string of her thong.

Anna didn't seem to mind, moaning under her breath. I could see her hips pushing towards my hands as I slipped the waistband of the thong down her shapely legs. The crotch was still wedged between her puffy pink lips, and as it slipped out from between them she gave another moan, louder this time. The strong stink of salty urine assaulted my nose as her pussy was exposed, though there was also a hint of musky arousal. I threw the panties onto the growing pile of defiled clothes,and took a lingering look at my housemate's exposed snatch. Her inner lips were spread and glistening with arousal, and droplets of moisture were caught in the light curls of hair that adorned her mound.