by Lord Malinov
“I went over to Rod’s place the other day.”
“What’s it like?”
“Nice little loft space over a garment place.”
“Like my sister’s place. Every doily in its place.”
“That’s what I expected. Why did you go there?”
“I had to borrow some canastas.”
“He has a roommate, you know.”
“I did not know.”
“She’s a dancer. Sile.”
“Her name is Sile.”
“Okay. Why not.”
“Rod was rooting around in a cabinet for the canastas and she came home. She’s standing in front of the door, reading a piece of mail and then she takes off her shirt so she’s standing there topless. Then she noticed me and said Hi and I said hello and she went back into her room, I guess.”
“Yeah, she’s a dancer, I guess. She looks like one.”
“Wow, let’s go visit Rod.”
“That’s not all. Rod shows me his assortment of canastas, explaining the origin story of each one and demonstrating the musical qualities and comparing them. I hear the shower turned on. Then Sile walks out, completely naked.
“She asked if Denny had called. Rod told her no. She told him to tell Denny she was in the shower and would be right over if he called while she was in the shower. Rod told her that was fine. Something like that. Honestly, I don’t really know for sure what they talked about. I was fixated, paralyzed, holding my breath and not even blinking. Sile stretched her nakedness as she talked. As if she was showing off but at the same time, she seemed unconscious of being watched at all. Incredible body, muscle definition, supple curves, lean lines. Tight round ass and delicious pussy lips. I’m dead and transported to heaven.
“Then she vanished and Rod reappeared. I asked him about it, the naked stretching beautiful roommate. He said she’s a dancer so she doesn’t have any modesty, used to being looked at. He also suggested that since he’s gay she probably assumed I was too. I guess that might make a difference to her.
“I could use some canastas, for my new project. You say Rod has some to lend?”
“Rod has all the good stuff.”