Chapter 6
by 
AnonymousPornWriter
Do you inspect Kat?
Yes, in her apartment.
The mysterious packet is pushed out of your mind by thoughts of all the things you've imagined doing with Kat but never imagined you could do with her.
"Uh, yeah," you respond once you manage to bring your mind back to the present. "Let's go ahead and do that inspection. Can I come in?"
"Sure," she replies, stepping back and swinging the door open to let you in. As she does, its immediately apparent why she only cracked her door open before -- she isn't wearing pants. Now she stands in front of you, casually, with one hand on the door knob, wearing nothing but panties and a baggy t-shirt. Your eyes are immediately drawn to her smooth, toned, moderately tanned legs, and as you follow them up you notice that you can just see her gray panties peeking out under her shirt where they hug her mound. The t-shirt she's wearing is baggy enough to hide most of the detail underneath, but you're fairly certain she isn't wearing a bra from how it sits on her chest and the small creases where her nipples lift the fabric.
Forcing yourself to take your eyes off Kat, you step past her into her apartment, which is a mirror image of your own in layout, though the furnishings are very different. In the center of the living room are a couch and two comfy-looking chairs arranged around a coffee table. Kat closes the door behind you, then motions for you to take a seat in one of the chairs as she moves the table out of the way so she can stand in the center in front of you. When she bends over, you see that her panties suit her ass even better than her running shorts, sitting high and tight enough to show off her round cheeks and let the bottoms of them hang out. Sitting down, you briefly have the perfect view of her mound too, still held in gray fabric, before she stands up.
"Ready?" she asks.
Remembering the app, you pull your phone out and open it. The first fields are already populated "Name: Katherine Aberdeen, Age: 28, Height: 5ft 3in, Weight: 110lbs". How is that possible? You set it on the arm of the chair then look up at her and nod, still acutely aware of your prominent erection.
She grabs the bottom of her shirt with both hands and in one graceful motion lifts it over her head and tosses it aside. Her bare breasts confirm your previous suspicion, and you can barely take your eyes off her pink nipples, framed by small areolas. You have ****, though, as she spins to show you every angle, taking them out of your view. Your eyes hungrily take in all they can, her calves and ass again, her bare back and prominent shoulder blades, her stomach, soft but nearly flat, and finally returning to her breasts, round and perky, but not large, even on her small frame.
She hooks her thumb in the side of her panties. "Should I take my underwear off, too?"