Well, it turns it she didn’t have much stuff. The guy was a man of his word, he burned all her stuff. All she moved in with was her work uniform and two days worth of clothing in her truck. She hugged me again, I let her in the house and showed her around the place. I have a guest room for guests I never have and told her she can move into that room. I also reassured her that my house is your house, feel free to use the towels, shower, etc.
My living room is kind of odd. It has a couch and a TV, but it also has a weight bench and my work desk, which I “sanitized,” from adult website material. Hard to convince people you work, with a desk full of pornographic material. It can be a bit embarrassing, but I do like my job.
I went back to work while she showered. When she came out she was in a purple t-shirt with a panda on the front and tight jean shorts. The shirt looked odd until I realized that it was something a little girl would wear. I laughed to myself, she has such a petite body that the shirt actually fit her well. Crazy to think she was my age 36, she could have been all of 21 at best. She sat on the couch Indian style and looked around the place.
“Thank you so much for opening your home to me,” she paused with some embarrassment. “I really can’t thank you enough.”
“No worries, I’m just sorry he burned all of your clothing.” There was some silence after my comment.
Then she said, “I don’t own as much clothing as your typical girl,” she paused considering what to say next. “Not to weird you out, but I’m a bit of a nudist in my own home. So I don’t own that much clothing anyway.” She was always a free spirit, just like she was in school.
Bells were ringing in my head and cock. I didn’t turn back to look at her, but I could tell she was watching my reaction. I might get to have her run around as a nudist, badass. I laughed out loud. “Perhaps our meeting is providence. I live alone here and running all of this computer equipment can be costly. So to keep the electric bill down, I don’t usually wear clothing as well. I guess that makes me a nudist but in private.”
“No way!”
“Way,” I replied.
“May I? I mean I don’t want to put you out of your own home.”
“Mi casa es su casa, of course. So long as you don’t mind me running around naked.”
“Nope, not at all,” so she undressed right here in the living room. “Hey, do you have a washer and dryer?”
“Yeah,” I turned around to my desk and was in awe of her beautiful, light brown, tight petite figure. She was all that I’d imagine her to be when I was in high school. Her skin was a smooth caramel brown all over, skinny legs that met to her body enclosing a tall thin, thigh gap. Her abs caught me off guard, not many women have a six pack. Her breasts were small with tiny brown nipples. I got a hold of myself and quickly moved ahead of her to guide her through the kitchen and into the garage to the washer and dryer. What I was really doing was hiding my raging boner. I might have opened up pandora’s box. Once I showed her I went back to work at my desk. A few minutes later she came running by to get her work uniform to throw in as well. I stored a mental picture of her toned body jogging by on tiny-toed feet. I’ll be doing a whole lot of masturbating just to get to bed tonight. She startled me out of guilt running back through with her uniform. When she came back she laid down on the couch behind me and took a nap.