My eyebrows climbed a short ways up my forehead as I considered her first really interesting offer. “That would be nice,” I told her. “You know I think you’re beautiful. You have a great body. I’d love to see more of it.” She smiled, until I took another sip of my Guinness.
“And you do have nice tits, at least what I’ve seen,” I kidded her, swirling my dark beer around the cup just in front of my face.
I could see her arguing with herself. She lost. “Ok, I’ll let you see me completely naked. But no touching.” The words rushed out of her almost of their own accord.
I smiled and put the beer down. “Wow! Now, THAT would be great. For how long? You’re not just going to flash me are you?”
“No. I mean, how about 10 seconds,” she stammered.
“How about two minutes, and I can ask you to pose, turn around, but nothing nasty.” I countered.
She looked concerned.
“Come on.” I told her, picking up my beer, “Naked’s naked. 10 seconds or 10 minutes.”
She reached out and plucked the mug out of my hand. “Ok. One minute. Nothing weird.”
I took her hand in my own, shaking it. “It’s a deal.”
“I’ll be waking you at six.” She told me, carrying the mug to the kitchen and emptying the beer into the sink. “And I’ll be putting you on a diet as of tomorrow.”
“I’ll order the parts for your car tomorrow. I’m sure I’ll be installing them soon.”
* * *
I went to bed that night thinking about Jenny sleeping upstairs, and what the chances were that I’d be seeing her naked soon, and who knows how much more might happen after that?
My wife was in Delaware with her family, our young daughter in tow. I had to pick her up at the airport the following Monday. Her younger sister Jenny had moved in with us about 5 months earlier, finally getting out of the bar/restaurant business, and trying to turn her love of fitness into a career. We’d helped her out, giving her a car to drive, and letting her live with us for free. She’d studied and trained for her first ACE fitness certification, and had gotten a job as an aerobics instructor that had worked its way into a personal fitness trainer job. She was doing well and was slowly developing her clientelle. She was a hard worker and was really giving this a great effort. But the pay was low to start, compared to what she’d been able to make in an upscale restaurant or as a bartender.
Just two months earlier my wife had told her she could stay as long as she wanted, with my blessing, but she had to contribute to the food bill and to the utilities. She was really struggling to get along, and still hadn’t developed good spending habits, so she often ran out of money before she ran out of week.
Over the last couple of months I’d walked in on her naked twice. The first time was in the laundry room. She had been taking off all her workout clothes and putting them in the wash, prior to taking a bath. She was in there with Holly, and I walked in, my laundry in hand, and got a quick view of her naked from the side. She almost screamed, diving for the clothes pile and coming up with a hand towel to cover herself with, in the process giving me a much better view than she had intended. She and I laughed about it afterwards. We joked about how she didn’t pay much in rent, but the view of her naked was a nice ‘bonus’.
The master bedroom had a huge bathroom, including a large marble Jacuzzi tub. Both Holly and Jenny liked to take long leisurely baths in there. One afternoon I’d walked into the bathroom, having stripped down to my underwear, heading to the walk-in closet at the far end. I thought it was Holly in there, and I said “Hi, Baby,” as I walked in and it wasn’t until Jenny curled up and tried to cover herself, that I realized it was the wrong sister. “Sorry, need to get a shirt,” I told her as I continued through, non-chalantly, grabbed a shirt and walked back through the bathroom. On the return trip she’d been leaning back in the tub, her hands partially covering her breasts, and had joked to me that it must have been time for my monthly bonus. “Only a partial bonus this time,” I had quipped, and she’d given me a naughty grin and flashed me her tits for just a second, lifting her hands and covering them again.
I’d beaten off to that image several times since. Including that night.
* * *
Jenny prodded me awake.
“Get up! C’mon lazy, time for your cardio. Thirty minutes.”
I pulled the covers a little tighter around myself.
“C’mon Alex, get up! I’ve got less than an hour before my first appointment.” She was pushing at my shoulder.
“We can start tomorrow,” I mumbled.
“Now!” She almost shouted, pulling the covers off me.
I sleep naked. I also had a typical case of morning wood.
“Oh, I’m sorry,” she gasped, turning away, after getting a full frontal view including my fully tumescent rod.
I sat up in bad, rotating my legs over the side. “No problem. It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have stayed up so late. You were right to make me get up.” I mumbled, stretching. I climbed off the bed, and headed for the bathroom, my hard-on waving before me like a divining rod, as she beat a hasty retreat.
Once I stepped out of the bathroom, still naked, but no longer erect, I headed for my dresser where I grabbed a pair of knit shorts and a t-shirt.
The study next to the bedroom had been converted to a makeshift gym over a year ago, and had seen little use since. I had put in an elliptical machine, an incline bench, and a set of selectorized dumbbells that went from 5 to 85 pounds. Jenny had preceded me there and was setting the exercise level and time on the elliptical machine when I arrived.
“20 minutes, level 4 to get started, with a 5 minute cool-down,” she told me as I climbed up on the machine.