Go see who's up in my t-shirt and boxers?

I got out of bed and walked out into the kitchen without getting dressed. I was wearing a t-shirt and my boxers. Rochelle was standing at the counter beside the toaster with a cup of coffee in her hands waiting for some toast to pop. She was wearing an over sized white t-shirt like a nightie. It came down to her thighs and I could very easily see she was not wearing a bra underneath, as I could see the shapes of her boobs behind the faded picture on the front of her shirt.

She smiled at me when I entered and looked a little shy like maybe she wasn't expecting anyone up before she could get dressed. She didn't run away however.

"Hi," she said. "How did you sleep?"

"Good," I said. "The beds are pretty comfy."

"That's good," she said and her toast popped. She turned and put them on a plate and began to butter them. I watched her ass wiggling underneath that shirt. The shirt barely covered her bum and I started to wonder if she had any panties on under there.

"Would you like some toast?" she asked.

"Cereal is fine for me," I said.

"Help yourself," she replied. "Bowls are in that cupboard."

I moved beside her at the counter and got a bowl down. She reached into a drawer and handed me a spoon and opened the fridge to get me milk. I was staring at her body as she moved and bent over and swayed. My cock got hard and I had no way of hiding it in my boxers. She turned to hand me the milk as I was trying to turn away and that **** me to turn slightly back to her to accept the milk.

"Ohh!" she said softly; so softly that I almost didn't hear. Her eyes were briefly on my tent pole. She quickly turned red and looked away. "The cereal is on the table."

"Thanks," I said, and turned from her to quickly sit down at the table and make myself a bowl of cereal with slightly trembling hands. I looked back at her as she ate her toast and watched me. She smiled and then came to get the milk when I was done with it. She smiled at me again and slowly walked to the fridge. She opened the door and bent over a little to place the milk on the lowest shelf. I stared at her ass as her t-shirt rode up slightly, giving me a quick peek at her light blue panties and little bit of ass cheek. Then she stood and turned back to the counter. I quickly went back to my cereal. Did she just do that on purpose?

She finished her toast and then went into her room and closed the door.