You stare at her with your mouth open, wondering why such a gorgeous woman is in your bathroom.
You realise, looking at her slim body, who the knickers belong to.
'who are you?' you ask, trying to be authoritive, but blushing as she pushes up her breasts, admiring herself in the mirror.
she looks at you, coldly, then back at herself in the mirror, laughs and replies 'lucy'
you're shocked by how relaxed she is. why isn't she surprised? what is she doing in your house half-naked, why isn't she explaining herself?
you pause and stutter 'what are you doing here?'
you feel your pussy twitch, throb, as you can't help but continue to stare at her large breasts.