Chelsea is outside naked!

As soon as the door closed I sprang off the couch. I bashed my shin on the coffee table as I rushed over to the window, too excited to care. I looked out the window. There Chelsea was, right out the window. She was crouching at the railing right out her door, using it for cover. This left her naked, hunched backside exposed to me. I'd never seen her naked at this angle. Her butt really was pretty big for her slim build... and soft! It jiggled wildly as she looked side to side, trying to make sure the coast was clear. Grinning, I whipped out my phone and snapped some quick photos. For personal use.

I watched Chelsea look back and forth frantically. Then, with nothing but a hand towel pressed to her crotch, the other arm clutching her chest with her keys and wallet in it, she bolted down the steps toward the cars. I watched, utterly fixated as she bolted for the cars. I realized the flaw in my plan: once she got in the car, she could get out of my sight. And I didn't want this to end!

As if some unseen force was reading my mind, or because Chelsea was running through the yard, a small furry shape ran towards her. I recognized it immediately. It was Rocky, the neighbor's Jack Russel Terrier. Cute as a button, and a total pain in the ass. It had ripped the cuff of my pants more than once as I walked to Chelsea's door, and always barked and made a scene when someone came or went. And here he was, charging straight at naked Chelsea, and barking his little head off...