A quick one, she doesn’t notice.

You peak past the curtain as she takes her shower and your eyes caress her beautiful lean form, your cock presses against your clothing, growing hard as she lathers her perfect c cup breasts. Eyes wandering lower, you see a tribal tattoo of what look kind of like wings at the small of her back, and a pair of red lips on her right ass cheek. She starts to turn back toward you lathering her spiky hair with her eyes closed and you see where you expected to see a pussy hangs a long 10” cock, easily 2” thick. You find yourself mesmerized at the sheer size of it and instantly feel somewhat emasculated in comparison. She opens that lovely mouth of hers again to speak and you jolt backward in fear of getting caught peeking.

“I really appreciate all your help. I feel like I owe ya something in return.” By how loud she is, you can tell she must not realize you are in the room.

You quickly scamper down the hall to your laundry room and stuff her clothes in and hit start, before calling back, “Oh it’s no trouble. Happy to help.” The image of her cock twitches in your mind. What would it look like if she got hard, you wonder.

The shower stops. “Ya got a girlfriend?” She calls down the hall, then adds, “Boyfriend?” You hear her open the door, “Other?”

“No.” You answer. She steps into view wearing your robe. You can’t help but stare at her perfect looking toes.

“Your turn. Don’t worry, I saved you some hot water.” She walks toward your living room. “Mind if I grab a drink?”

“I’ve got beer in the fridge, or wine, I think.” You call after her, leaning out into the hall so you can watch her walk away.

“Sounds good. Now get cleaned up. I’ll make us something to eat.”