That afternoon I arrived home when it was getting dark. I was ready to go play soccer. When I entered the apartment, to my great surprise, I saw Samantha lying on a deck chair on our balcony reading a magazine.
She was wearing a white T-shirt, short jeans and no shoes. Abstracted in reading, she had not noticed my presence. As I approached Samantha to say hello, I couldn't resist the temptation and slowly slid my fingers over the soft soles of her sensitive feet. That brief contact was electrifying, giving her a sudden urge to laugh that she couldn't contain and was unable to control
"No, no, no! Please don’t do that!" She said as she laughed due to the unexpected shock.
"What are you doing here?" I asked her.
"I came since your mom promised to make me a dress for a party since my best friend is getting married. I'm waiting for your mother to finish some modifications so I can put it on "
My mum is a skilled professional seamstress and who specializes in making clothes for special occasions. She has a large mirror and a little platform in her "sewing room", which is one of the bedrooms. She closes the door when a woman is trying on clothes if I am home. That room is the last one at the end of the hallway. Since my mother prefers to work with natural light, the window inside had no curtains and looked out onto the balcony´s back. In addition, there are no adjacent neighbor´s windows because we reside in front of a park.
As son as I became aware of this revelation, my plans were altered. There wasn’t often a chance to gaze into the sewing room through the window during the day. Samantha arrived for the dress fitting almost in the evening because she was studying for her career as an English translator in the morning and afternoon.
After saying goodbye I went to my room instead. For no reason in the world was I going to pass up that chance. I remained silent till Samantha entered the room after hearing my mother call her name.
I returned to the balcony and, protected by the darkness of the night, walked cautiously up to the window. They couldn’t see me from where I was but I had and unobstructed view of the space.
Having admired the dress for a while, Samantha unfastened her jeans and dropped them at her feet, staying in a tiny black thong. Next, she crossed her arms in front of her body and lifted her shirt from the bottom up, pulling it over her head revealing her proportionated breasts encased in a white cotton bra.
I don't think I need to describe Samantha's perfect body in detail. It was stunningly beautiful. Due to various adjustments, she had to put her dress on and take it off several times so she was much of the time in only her underwear. She was absolutely lovely.
At a certain point, they appeared to be in the final test so I left the balcony and walked inside to the kitchen. When the door to the room opened, I could hear the music that my mother was listening and Samantha talking to her as if she were going to get sodas. She made her way down the hall to the kitchen wearing only her lingerie.
Samantha opened the refrigerator, without initially noticing me, and got two small Coca-Cola bottles. When she turned around, she saw I was there. She was so shocked and unprepared for the surprise that both bottles fell out of her hans and broke into a million pieces when she panicked. She reddened but couldn't move owing to her bare feet and the glass all over the floor, so she froze. She instantly tried to cover her thong with one hand and her bra with the other one while apologizing.
"I am sorry. I assumed you were not here."
I told her that the football game had been rescheduled to another day.
While I tried to remove some glass pieces from the path, she, noticing that I was staring at her, asked me:
"Have you ever seen a woman in her underwear before?"
So I had to lie: "Of course, but I had never seen you in your undies." This made her blush even more.
The pieces of glass were too many, so I volunteered to lift her up and carry her in my arms to keep her safe. Given that she had no choice, she consented on the condition that this matter be kept secret. There was no need to tell my mother about it since she was too busy listening to the music to hear what had happened. She stopped covering her body and raised her arms so she could wrap around my neck and let me lift her up.
In order to prevent her from realizing that I had intended to stay, I also apologized for not letting her know I would be returning when I did so. I did this while holding her in my arms. She grinned at me and said it was her fault for being careless and coming out of her undressed when she felt thirsty as I helped her down.
As we conversed, we were face to face. I noticed her eyes occasionally peering right into mine as I was staring at her breasts, but I continued to do so. After what was about 45 seconds of admiring her, she told me that she had to return to my mother and that she would understand if I continued staring at her after she turned her back on me. I offered to turn around but Samantha declined my offer, saying she would be okay. She spoke in a very sincere manner. The nicest rear view of her was then mine to enjoy.
In her t-shirt, jean shorts, and sneakers, Samantha returned after I had finished tidying up the mess, around 30 minutes later. She gave me a long hug and thanked me for making her feel at ease during the uncomfortable situation.
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