That was because he had not seen her without any clothing on before, and had not realized how truly gorgeous she was.

As he did now.

What was her name?

Helen something. Helen Ramsey, that was it.

She was something to drool over, no doubt of it. Her hair was the color of flame, long and silken, her green eyes were tilted and her mouth was full and sensual and provocative. But it was her body that held his fascinated interest at the moment. Her waist was so narrow he could have spanned it in his hands, but her hips flared out, wide and firm, and her ass was shaped like a valentine as it swept out from her slender torso, then cut back to her shapely thighs. Her legs were exquisitely molded and her tits were large and capped by big nipples, but, despite their weight, they remained firm as she exercised, not drooping or jiggling at all. At the junction of her thighs, her cunt jungle flamed like a forest fire.

She was touching her toes.

Her back was to him as she bent down, easily and lithely, and Jonathon could see her cunt quite clearly. Her pussy crack ran like a sluggish river through that flaming jungle, open and wet.

Then she lay down and began to do some sit-ups.

Her big tits seemed to be dragging her slender torso up, her stomach muscles rippled as she brought her elbows down to her knees. She was obviously very fit, he saw, the sort of woman who could tear a man apart between the sheets.

She lay back and hiked her ass up and scissored her legs in a bicycling motion, limber and sinuous, again displaying her crotch.

He wondered if she kept herself so fit for any particular reason – for fucking with stamina, for instance?

Then she got up and wrapped a towel around her neck and, to his regret, disappeared back into her house.

Jonathon realized that his fist was wrapped around the hilt of his cock, frigging up and down.