She apologizes

"Chris, I... " Amanda stammers, trying to pull her robe closed once she notices what I'm looking at, her cheeks flushing a bright red in embarrassment as she realizes that she was inadvertantely exposing herself to me. "Chris, I'm... I'm sorry," my Mom's hot friend apologizes, a small sob of embarassment escaping her as she tries to tie her robe tightly around her. "I'm sure you didn't want to see that," she says with a **** laugh, avoiding looking at me.

"No, I..." I stammer, the sight of her ample breast in the sheer black nightie firmly imprinted in my brain. "It's okay, Amanda," I assure her, my mind slowly resuming function after the erotic shock it had just received. "It's okay... I don't mind," I murmured, part of me wanting to tell her how much I'd enjoyed the unintentional show, my suddenly erect cock very obvious physical proof of how much I didn't mind.

"Thank you, Chris," Amanda says with a slight smile as she gets up from the table, her hands holding her robe clutched tight around her. _"I'm... I'm going to go get dressed now," she tells me, clearly mortified as she still avoids looking at me. _"_I'm sorry," _she murmurs as she hurries out of the room in needless embarassment.

"Believe me, I didn't mind," I mumble to myself as she retreats up the stairs, my eyes focusing on her shapely ass as she hurries up stairs. I think for a second that she hears me, her hurried footsteps pausing between steps, holding herself there for a half a heartbeat before she continues up to her bedroom. I spend the next couple of minutes trying not to think about Amanda's ample breast or her sheer black nightie, willing myself to calm down, hoping that my obvious erection will subside by the time she returns. I have just about managed to get myself under control when I hear Amanda coming back downstairs.

"Ready to get to work?" She asks me from the doorwary, clearly trying to pretend that nothing had happened, as if we didn't mention the incident then it didn't really happen.

"Yeah, sure," I agree as I get up from the table, turning to look at her. I probably stare, or at least my eyes go wide, but I can't help it as I see what my Mom's friend has changed into. I have never seen Amanda dressed this way before and it takes me a couple of seconds to assilimate the sight before me. Usually when Amanda comes over to our house she is wearing a conservative outfit, some variety of a nice blouse and slacks, very rarely a skirt... so I'd never seen her in shorts before, much less shorts as short as the ones she now had on. Mrs. Reynolds had changed into a pair of short khaki shorts, the bottom of the shorts barely touching her thighs. They were more like boy-shorts panties than anything I'd ever seen my Mom's friend in before... but they definitely fit her well, showing off her legs to good effect. I'd never realized how good Amanda's legs were, perhaps because I'd never seen them before, but I took a good long appreciative look at them now. Wow, I think to myself as I admire the older woman's shapely legs, my eyes slowly moving up her body to my next surprise. Like I said, Amanda usually dressed pretty conservatively, so to see her wearing only a tank top, a very tight and low cut grey tanktop was another shock to my system and all my efforts to calm down, to wish my erection away was completely undone as I saw her ample bosom in that tight shirt.

"Ready to go, Chris?" Amanda asks me with a broad smile, her normally bubbly personality asserting itself again.

"Uh, yeah," I manage to stammer as I stand there, forcing my eyes up to focus on her face and stop ogling her impressive rack. "Yeah, I'm ready to go. What's first?" I ask, forcing myself to stay focused on the job at hand rather than her hot body.

"Well, I've already got the paint upstairs," Amanda tells me, still smiling about something. "All we need now is the ladder and drop cloths from the garage. Why don't you grab those and meet me up in the bedroom?" She suggests.

"Sounds like a plan," I reply, forcing myself not to think about how much I'd like to meet her up in her bedroom for something other than painting. "I'll grab the ladder and drop cloths," I assure her as I start to move towards the garage.

"Hurry, I'll be waiting in the bedroom," Amanda says teasingly as she starts up the stairs, her rounded hips seeming to sway more than they had the last time I'd watched her climb the stairs.

Could she be putting on a show for me? I wonder, my eyes fixed on her shapely ass in those tight short shorts. Does she know I'm looking? I wonder as I hurry out to the garage, finding the ladder quickly, and the drop cloths after a few more moments of searching. Balancing all of it in my arms, I hurry back up the stairs and down the hallway to Mr. and Mrs. Reynolds' bedroom. I pause in the doorway, my eyes going wide and my mouth falling open at the sight there before me.