Cheryl wants to stop by her place to change clothes

As we get in the car Cheryl suggests we stop by her place so that she can change before heading back to work. "Do you mind if we swing by my place, I think I have a little stain on this shirt too, and I'd hate to think people would be staring at my chest all day." Cheryl's peaks get a little rosy as she blushes.

"No problem, but I can't promise that will keep me from staring." I joke back at her. Cheryl turns bright red and she turns her face away.

When we get to Cheryl's house she asks me to wait in the front room, while she heads back to her bedroom to change. As I'm sitting in her living room glancing at the pictures she has on the wall, I hear a squeal and a thud from down the hallway where Cheryl went.

I say, "Cheryl?, are you alright?" I don't hear a response so, genuinely concerned for her, I head down the hallway towards the open door at the end of the hall that I assume leads to her bedroom. She appears to be a bit accident prone and I hope she didn't actually hurt herself this time. As I enter the doorway to the bedroom I see quite a sight, somehow Cheryl has ended up with her head and most of her upper body on the floor buried in a pile of clothes outside of her closet with her yoga pant clad ass pointing up in the air. She begins to move, and just as I'm about to ask if she's alright she raises her upper body out of the pile of clothes and I see that she's not wearing anything on top. I get a wonderful view of the smooth dark skin of her back, I can also see a significant portion of her side boob and can see that her boobs are just as large and firm as I suspected.

I have to decide quickly what to do.