Yes, she's happy to help.

"Sure, no problem," you hear in reply. To your surprise her voice is loud and clear, almost like she was waiting outside. A moment later, she calls back, "Got it!"

You poke your head back out to grab the towel and your face comes inches away from Ashley's breasts.

"Jesus!" You quickly draw your head back and start to sputter an apology, getting a full view of Ashley for the first time in years.

Her tits, which your face just became intimately familiar with, were straining to get out of a tight white tank top. She was wearing blue denim jean shorts, which didn't raise quite high enough to cover her belly-button, and her blonde hair framed her face perfectly.

"You okay?" She asked, her voice barely above a whisper, but with a small smirk on her face.

"Uh yeah, sorry about that." You realized you were staring, but then again she was too. You made to grab the towel from her and regain some decency and hopefully a little composure.