Continue to ask if she's okay

I decide to just ask if she's okay and see where this goes. "Cheryl are you okay, I heard a thud?"

She spins around and then realizes she's on display. She moves to close the door but gets her feet tangled in the clothes on the floor and stumbles across the room falling into my arms. I can feel her warm pressing against my shirt.

"I seem to ask this a lot, but are you okay?" She just looks up at me and sheepishly grins.

"I guess I'll be okay as long as you don't let go of me."

I'm shocked that she's so forward with her feelings for me, but I decide to go with it and kiss. How can I pass up the opportunity with a half naked beauty in my arms. I lean my head down and kiss her. This kiss starts off slowly, but quickly becomes more passionate. I begin to rub my hands up and down her naked back. Suddenly Cheryl begins to giggle and pulls away.

"I just realize you thought I meant 'don't let get' because of well something like this. I just meant that you'd be able to see my chest if you let go of me. Of course now that might be okay."

"I think that would be okay," I say as I take her by her shoulders and pull her back a few inches so I can look her large tits and firm stomach up and down. "I've got to say, I'm glad I misinterpreted that." She smiles and I lean in and kiss her again, grabbing ahold of one of her gorgeous breasts. It proves to be more than a handful. I run my hand around the smooth expanse of her breast feeling her hard nipple rubbing across the palm of my hand. Cheryl moans into my mouth as I bring my fingers to her nipple and lightly pinch it.