With that, she turned and set her glass on the table at her end of the couch, then stood up. I could see that she was a trifle nervous, but she didn't hesitate for a moment while ridding herself of her blouse, then bra, then skirt, shoes and socks, and finally her panties. Naked as the day she was born, she turned to face me, not doing anything to cover herself. With the time and opportunity to really look at her, I could see that her bust had grown some since the time she and her sister had exposed themselves to me the first time. Her waist and hips were still developing more womanly curves, but formed a series of gentle arcs that was nice to look at. Her belly only had a little bit of the paunch that most women do from having their reproductive organs on the inside; at the base of her belly, she had a small narrow wedge of somewhat sparse hair that was only marginally darker than what her head sported. I didn't have any trouble making out her mons, or the cleft that divided it. When I raised my eyes to her face, she actually surprised me by turning around to show me how she looked from the back. The first thing I had to look at was the pair of small, tight globes that formed her ass. Smooth and visibly firm, it was all I could do to drag my eyes away from it to look at the rest of her. The expanse of her back was as smooth and blemish-free as it could be; her slender and graceful neck sat atop her delicate shoulders. After dropping my eyes to marvel at her ass again, I lowered them some more, and found myself enjoying the look of her long, slender legs. I cleared my throat, and she turned to face me again before asking

"Do you want to look between my legs, too? I hardly have any hair there, and I'm not sure how much difference that makes."

Careful not to reveal my delight at her offer, I answered "I suppose it couldn't hurt to look…"

She didn't blush in the slightest at the idea of me looking at her so intimately; she just took a seat on the couch, then rested on her tailbone before putting one foot on the floor, and raising the other leg to rest it on the back of the couch. I started to lean forward, then stopped and looked at her. She realized I wanted to know if I could look closer, and she told me "It's okay."