Ever saw your relatives, friends or colleagues naked?

[jumpstart]

Hey guys, just want to clarify that some of these exposure moments happens quite fast and some depending on situations can be a little longer. It's not like Ivy stripped naked for an hour for all the contractors or for that matter anybody to see. It's a wall of text because describing a scene compared to a photo takes a lot more effort even though it might be a short exposure. It's also because I'm trying my best to describe the moment instead of just a few words which defeats the whole purpose of sharing.

Let me continue after she told me about the naked yoga requirement.


It went on for another hour or so before Ivy told me we'll continue while she takes her shower to catch up on time. If you guys remember, Ivy did the same thing previously and the massive mirror that is far enough in the bathroom practically reflected what she was doing inside because she doesn't close the door so as to talk to me. History repeats itself because I had to stand nearer for Ivy to hear what I am saying and this time is almost a mirror image of what Ivy did previously. Eyes closed, apply soap and treatment on her hair, sit on the shower bench for about 10 to 15 minutes relaxing with eyes closed.

Ivy sat naked on the shower bench, her frame was slender and delicate, defined by a subtle understated elegance. Her chest presenting a gentle natural curve, framed by soft brown areolas and sensitive, puffy nipples that reacted instinctively to the cool mist drifting through the enclosure, Ivy's beauty seems everlasting. Her knees were slightly apart, long legs stretched forward. Between her parted thighs her pussy was completely smooth clean shaven, for a moment the soft outer lips closed in a neat, pale seam was visible. She shifts, the soft inner thigh opening just enough to reveal the smooth, shaven mound more fully to the mirror.

Her hips tilt slightly on the bench, the gentle curve of her lower belly catching the light. She leans back a fraction, chest rising, lifting her boobs so the puffy nipples point upward, the soap sheen sliding slowly over them. A moment later she draws one knee up, foot flat on the edge of the bench, the long line of her leg stretching, the clean shaven softness between her thighs briefly framed and exposed before she lowers it again. Her shoulders roll, arms adjusting, the movement making her boobs sway the slightest amount, soft, weightless, the brown areolas shifting with them.

Each small change of posture is slow, almost unconscious, yet the mirror records it all. The quiet flex of muscle under fair skin, the way the light travels across her puffy nipples, the repeated, unhurried opening and closing of her long legs, the soft mound remaining smooth and bare, the minutes stretch on. Ivy remains eyes closed, the treatment saturating every strand of her long hair. She rocks her weight to one hip, the soft flesh of her outer thigh pressing into the cool bench. The movement lifts the opposite hip, drawing the clean shaven mound and for a second I thought I saw the outer lips parting just enough for a glimpse of the delicate inner folds before she settles again.

Her boobs sway with the motion, the puffy nipples brushing lightly against the residual soap film, the brown areolas stretching and relaxing as the soft tissue shifts. She arches her lower back, the gentle curve of her belly tightening, the long line from breastbone to navel lengthening under the bathroom light. She does not open her eyes. Instead she draws both knees up, feet flat on the bench, thighs opening wider so the mirror is given a fuller view of the smooth, bare flesh between them. The pose lasts only a few breaths before she lets her legs fall open again, one knee dropping outward, the other remaining bent. Her shoulders roll, the boobs lifting and settling, soap sheen catching on the puffy tips and sliding downward in thin, glistening trails. Every shift is unhurried, almost dreamlike.

The mirror records the quiet flex of Ivy's long legs, the soft bounce of her boobs, the repeated parting of her clean shaven lips as her hips adjust, the way light moves across the brown areolas each time her torso turns or leans. The remaining minutes slip by in the same quiet rhythm. She leans forward slightly, elbows resting on her knees, the motion causing her boobs to hang and sway, the puffy nipples pointing downward for a moment before she sits upright again. Soap residue glides along the underside of each soft curve. Her hips roll once more, a slow circular shift that opens her thighs wider; the clean shaven mound is fully presented to the mirror, the smooth outer lips parting just enough to show the delicate, glistening pink within. She holds the pose for several breaths, then closes her legs, the soft flesh of her thighs pressing together, only to part them again a moment later in an almost unconscious invitation.

One long leg stretches fully out, toes pointing, the elegant line of calf and thigh extended while the other remains bent. The stretch lifts her hips off the bench for a heartbeat, the entire soft plane of her lower belly and shaven mound rising into clearer view before she settles back down. Her shoulders roll, the boobs lifting and falling with the motion, brown areolas shifting, the puffy tips catching the light. She reaches up once, fingers combing slowly through her hair, the movement making her boobs rise and sway again, then lets her hands fall to rest on her open thighs.

The mirror never looks away. It records every quiet adjustment, the soft bounce of Ivy's boobs, the repeated opening of her long legs, the way the clean shaven flesh between them is offered and then modestly closed, the slow travel of light across her puffy nipples and the fair skin of her belly. The 15 minutes are nearly finished and her naked body fully displayed in the reflection until the very last second. She remains seated a moment longer, eyes still closed, as if reluctant to end the private interval. Then, slowly, she begins to move with more purpose.

Ivy leans forward, gathering the heavy, length of her hair over one shoulder. The motion makes her boobs sway and settle, the puffy nipples brushing against her upper arms, the brown areolas shifting with the soft flesh. Soap residue still glistens faintly across her collarbones and the shallow valley between them. She rises from the bench in one fluid motion, the clean shaven mound briefly fully exposed as she stands. Her hips adjust, weight shifting from one bare foot to the other, the soft curves of her buttocks and the smooth plane of her lower belly catching the light.

She turns toward the shower controls, still eyes closed and reaches for it. The stretch lifts her boobs higher, the puffy tips pointing upward for a heartbeat before she settles again. Water begins to flow, yet she does not step under it immediately. Instead she stands in front of the stream and runs her hands slowly down her body, rinsing the residual soap from her collarbones, across the soft swells of her boobs, over the gentle curve of her belly, and lower, fingertips gliding across the smooth, clean shaven flesh between her thighs. Each pass of her hands is unhurried, almost caressing, the mirror recording every detail, the way her long legs part slightly to allow the water and her own touch better access, the quiet bounce of her boobs as she moves, the soft parting of her outer lips beneath her sliding fingers.

She steps fully beneath the spray at last, tilting her head back so the water can begin to wash the treatment from her hair. At this point Ivy stopped talking and I retreated back into the bedroom to allow her to finish up the shower. After observing her I think Ivy either doesn't like the sting of soap or she's used to keeping her eyes closed while the soap get washed off. Ivy did the same routine, the only difference this time is she didn't touch herself. To be frank, there was some cum leak but it wasn't as intense as the previous time. The images of Ivy's shower will continue to replay for some time before fading into history just like any other incidents.

Ivy changed into her usual nightgown which was still very alluring given she's without bra and panties. The fabric is light enough that the outlines of her body remain clearly visible. The high, delicate shape of her boobs, the soft points of the puffy nipples pressing against the thin cloth and the gentle shadow of the brown areolas. As she moves, the short skirt shifts and lifts, repeatedly offering glimpses of the smooth, clean shaven mound and the long, elegant legs beneath. The open neckline dips low enough to show the upper curves of her boobs and the valley between them. As she bends to pick something up, one thin strap slides off her shoulder, the neckline shifting just enough to expose the upper curve of her boob and the edge of an areola. She notices the fallen strap and simply slips it back onto her shoulder with one hand.

Ivy then sits on the opposite side of the bed, one long leg folding beneath her, the other remaining extended so the short hem rides higher on her thigh. The clean shaven mound is only thinly veiled now, the outline of her outer lips faintly suggested beneath the white cotton. We went on with our discussion and Ivy continues crossing and uncrossing her long legs, the hem of the nightgown rising and falling barely covering the tops of her thighs, the soft sway of her boobs beneath the thin white cloth each time she adjusts her posture. She shifts again, drawing one long leg up so the knee rises, the thin fabric sliding higher until the smooth, clean shaven curve of her mound is only a breath away from being fully revealed.

She leans forward slightly to adjust a pillow, the motion causing her boobs to sway beneath the thin nightgown, the brown areolas show as soft shadows against the white. For a moment the upper slopes of her boobs are more fully exposed, the valley between them open to the bedroom light. I was having some difficulty focusing on the topic while Ivy's voice continues to be ordinary and casual not knowing the show she's putting up for me. I looked at the clock and told her we should wrap things up soon as it's getting late. It was another 30 minutes before I returned to my room, wash up and instantaneously fell asleep, even the beauty of Ivy wasn't enough to keep me awake.

Will continue to log the renovation progress and we're almost done.


Nightgown

[otamay]

Originally Posted by jumpstart

Ivy sat naked on the shower bench, her frame was slender and delicate, defined by a subtle understated elegance. Her chest presenting a gentle natural curve, framed by soft brown areolas and sensitive, puffy nipples that reacted instinctively to the cool mist drifting through the enclosure, Ivy's beauty seems everlasting. Her knees were slightly apart, long legs stretched forward. Between her parted thighs her pussy was completely smooth clean shaven, for a moment the soft outer lips closed in a neat, pale seam was visible. She shifts, the soft inner thigh opening just enough to reveal the smooth, shaven mound more fully to the mirror.

Her hips tilt slightly on the bench, the gentle curve of her lower belly catching the light. She leans back a fraction, chest rising, lifting her boobs so the puffy nipples point upward, the soap sheen sliding slowly over them. A moment later she draws one knee up, foot flat on the edge of the bench, the long line of her leg stretching, the clean shaven softness between her thighs briefly framed and exposed before she lowers it again. Her shoulders roll, arms adjusting, the movement making her boobs sway the slightest amount, soft, weightless, the brown areolas shifting with them.

Each small change of posture is slow, almost unconscious, yet the mirror records it all. The quiet flex of muscle under fair skin, the way the light travels across her puffy nipples, the repeated, unhurried opening and closing of her long legs, the soft mound remaining smooth and bare, the minutes stretch on. Ivy remains eyes closed, the treatment saturating every strand of her long hair. She rocks her weight to one hip, the soft flesh of her outer thigh pressing into the cool bench. The movement lifts the opposite hip, drawing the clean shaven mound and for a second I thought I saw the outer lips parting just enough for a glimpse of the delicate inner folds before she settles again.

Her boobs sway with the motion, the puffy nipples brushing lightly against the residual soap film, the brown areolas stretching and relaxing as the soft tissue shifts. She arches her lower back, the gentle curve of her belly tightening, the long line from breastbone to navel lengthening under the bathroom light. She does not open her eyes. Instead she draws both knees up, feet flat on the bench, thighs opening wider so the mirror is given a fuller view of the smooth, bare flesh between them. The pose lasts only a few breaths before she lets her legs fall open again, one knee dropping outward, the other remaining bent. Her shoulders roll, the boobs lifting and settling, soap sheen catching on the puffy tips and sliding downward in thin, glistening trails. Every shift is unhurried, almost dreamlike.

The mirror records the quiet flex of Ivy's long legs, the soft bounce of her boobs, the repeated parting of her clean shaven lips as her hips adjust, the way light moves across the brown areolas each time her torso turns or leans. The remaining minutes slip by in the same quiet rhythm. She leans forward slightly, elbows resting on her knees, the motion causing her boobs to hang and sway, the puffy nipples pointing downward for a moment before she sits upright again. Soap residue glides along the underside of each soft curve. Her hips roll once more, a slow circular shift that opens her thighs wider; the clean shaven mound is fully presented to the mirror, the smooth outer lips parting just enough to show the delicate, glistening pink within. She holds the pose for several breaths, then closes her legs, the soft flesh of her thighs pressing together, only to part them again a moment later in an almost unconscious invitation.

One long leg stretches fully out, toes pointing, the elegant line of calf and thigh extended while the other remains bent. The stretch lifts her hips off the bench for a heartbeat, the entire soft plane of her lower belly and shaven mound rising into clearer view before she settles back down. Her shoulders roll, the boobs lifting and falling with the motion, brown areolas shifting, the puffy tips catching the light. She reaches up once, fingers combing slowly through her hair, the movement making her boobs rise and sway again, then lets her hands fall to rest on her open thighs.

The mirror never looks away. It records every quiet adjustment, the soft bounce of Ivy's boobs, the repeated opening of her long legs, the way the clean shaven flesh between them is offered and then modestly closed, the slow travel of light across her puffy nipples and the fair skin of her belly. The 15 minutes are nearly finished and her naked body fully displayed in the reflection until the very last second. She remains seated a moment longer, eyes still closed, as if reluctant to end the private interval. Then, slowly, she begins to move with more purpose.

Ivy leans forward, gathering the heavy, length of her hair over one shoulder. The motion makes her boobs sway and settle, the puffy nipples brushing against her upper arms, the brown areolas shifting with the soft flesh. Soap residue still glistens faintly across her collarbones and the shallow valley between them. She rises from the bench in one fluid motion, the clean shaven mound briefly fully exposed as she stands. Her hips adjust, weight shifting from one bare foot to the other, the soft curves of her buttocks and the smooth plane of her lower belly catching the light.

She turns toward the shower controls, still eyes closed and reaches for it. The stretch lifts her boobs higher, the puffy tips pointing upward for a heartbeat before she settles again. Water begins to flow, yet she does not step under it immediately. Instead she stands in front of the stream and runs her hands slowly down her body, rinsing the residual soap from her collarbones, across the soft swells of her boobs, over the gentle curve of her belly, and lower, fingertips gliding across the smooth, clean shaven flesh between her thighs. Each pass of her hands is unhurried, almost caressing, the mirror recording every detail, the way her long legs part slightly to allow the water and her own touch better access, the quiet bounce of her boobs as she moves, the soft parting of her outer lips beneath her sliding fingers.

She steps fully beneath the spray at last, tilting her head back so the water can begin to wash the treatment from her hair. At this point Ivy stopped talking and I retreated back into the bedroom to allow her to finish up the shower. After observing her I think Ivy either doesn't like the sting of soap or she's used to keeping her eyes closed while the soap get washed off. Ivy did the same routine, the only difference this time is she didn't touch herself. To be frank, there was some cum leak but it wasn't as intense as the previous time. The images of Ivy's shower will continue to replay for some time before fading into history just like any other incidents.

Ivy changed into her usual nightgown which was still very alluring given she's without bra and panties. The fabric is light enough that the outlines of her body remain clearly visible. The high, delicate shape of her boobs, the soft points of the puffy nipples pressing against the thin cloth and the gentle shadow of the brown areolas. As she moves, the short skirt shifts and lifts, repeatedly offering glimpses of the smooth, clean shaven mound and the long, elegant legs beneath. The open neckline dips low enough to show the upper curves of her boobs and the valley between them. As she bends to pick something up, one thin strap slides off her shoulder, the neckline shifting just enough to expose the upper curve of her boob and the edge of an areola. She notices the fallen strap and simply slips it back onto her shoulder with one hand.

Ivy then sits on the opposite side of the bed, one long leg folding beneath her, the other remaining extended so the short hem rides higher on her thigh. The clean shaven mound is only thinly veiled now, the outline of her outer lips faintly suggested beneath the white cotton. We went on with our discussion and Ivy continues crossing and uncrossing her long legs, the hem of the nightgown rising and falling barely covering the tops of her thighs, the soft sway of her boobs beneath the thin white cloth each time she adjusts her posture. She shifts again, drawing one long leg up so the knee rises, the thin fabric sliding higher until the smooth, clean shaven curve of her mound is only a breath away from being fully revealed.

She leans forward slightly to adjust a pillow, the motion causing her boobs to sway beneath the thin nightgown, the brown areolas show as soft shadows against the white. For a moment the upper slopes of her boobs are more fully exposed, the valley between them open to the bedroom light. I was having some difficulty focusing on the topic while Ivy's voice continues to be ordinary and casual not knowing the show she's putting up for me. I looked at the clock and told her we should wrap things up soon as it's getting late. It was another 30 minutes before I returned to my room, wash up and instantaneously fell asleep, even the beauty of Ivy wasn't enough to keep me awake.

The way you describe, I really cannot fathom what's is going on in Ivy's mind.

Is she giving you a show or unintentional not knowing that you are being entertain sexually, hehe.

[Laolucas]

Just up you bro.... very long detailed description of Ivy, gosh.... it must have been fun yet a torture to look at her without touching yourself or her...

Originally Posted by jumpstart

Hey guys, just want to clarify that some of these exposure moments happens quite fast and some depending on situations can be a little longer. It's not like Ivy stripped naked for an hour for all the contractors or for that matter anybody to see. It's a wall of text because describing a scene compared to a photo takes a lot more effort even though it might be a short exposure. It's also because I'm trying my best to describe the moment instead of just a few words which defeats the whole purpose of sharing.

[labai]

Originally Posted by Laolucas

Just up you bro.... very long detailed description of Ivy, gosh.... it must have been fun yet a torture to look at her without touching yourself or her...

And he can sleep without having to PCC

[js12]

I was helping my bro move house, packing his stuff. His (then) gf was a sweet girl next door kind, quite kind. By now I see her in sports bra and fbt or tights quite regularly and she stays over, so I know she's a B cup. When I see her run her boobs bounce a lot.

Today she was wearing my bros army t shirt (big for her) and fbt. She called me over to pass me this big box to shift out of the room. She was holding the box from the bottom corners in front of her chest, so I reached to hold the right bottom side and top left corner (in front of her shoulder).

When I took hold of the box it was actually very light, so I was surprised and I started to fall backwards. But I overcorrected then started to fall forwards lol. So I instinctively grabbed out to steady myself, but instead of grabbing the gf's upper arm I ended up grabbing her boob instead with my left hand. No bra, slightly firm boobs. I could see her nipple pokie below my thumb. My right arm now on her waist. Then she grabbed my forearms to prevent me from falling further. Pressing my hand against her boobs

Now the box is in the floor between us and quite big, and we're leaning into each other on top of the box. As my arm is on her (and she is holding my forearm) she has no strength to support me and push me away. So I have to push her away for us to disentangle. Up to this point I abit shocked so I only just realised I'm holding her boob. Then I pretend to be shocked a bit longer and continue to hold another 5s but had to quickly push away or else too obvious lah.

We both embarrassed for a moment but later she tease me saying "this box very light, don't drop it ah" etc etc. I feel after this day she was more open toward me, not so shy anymore.

[PaulaBond]

Originally Posted by js12

I was helping my bro move house, packing his stuff. His (then) gf was a sweet girl next door kind, quite kind. By now I see her in sports bra and fbt or tights quite regularly and she stays over, so I know she's a B cup. When I see her run her boobs bounce a lot.

Today she was wearing my bros army t shirt (big for her) and fbt. She called me over to pass me this big box to shift out of the room. She was holding the box from the bottom corners in front of her chest, so I reached to hold the right bottom side and top left corner (in front of her shoulder).

When I took hold of the box it was actually very light, so I was surprised and I started to fall backwards. But I overcorrected then started to fall forwards lol. So I instinctively grabbed out to steady myself, but instead of grabbing the gf's upper arm I ended up grabbing her boob instead with my left hand. No bra, slightly firm boobs. I could see her nipple pokie below my thumb. My right arm now on her waist. Then she grabbed my forearms to prevent me from falling further. Pressing my hand against her boobs

Now the box is in the floor between us and quite big, and we're leaning into each other on top of the box. As my arm is on her (and she is holding my forearm) she has no strength to support me and push me away. So I have to push her away for us to disentangle. Up to this point I abit shocked so I only just realised I'm holding her boob. Then I pretend to be shocked a bit longer and continue to hold another 5s but had to quickly push away or else too obvious lah.

We both embarrassed for a moment but later she tease me saying "this box very light, don't drop it ah" etc etc. I feel after this day she was more open toward me, not so shy anymore.

After that got chance to see/touch more of her? haha

[TheDriverGuy]

Originally Posted by js12

I was helping my bro move house, packing his stuff. His (then) gf was a sweet girl next door kind, quite kind. By now I see her in sports bra and fbt or tights quite regularly and she stays over, so I know she's a B cup. When I see her run her boobs bounce a lot.

Today she was wearing my bros army t shirt (big for her) and fbt. She called me over to pass me this big box to shift out of the room. She was holding the box from the bottom corners in front of her chest, so I reached to hold the right bottom side and top left corner (in front of her shoulder).

When I took hold of the box it was actually very light, so I was surprised and I started to fall backwards. But I overcorrected then started to fall forwards lol. So I instinctively grabbed out to steady myself, but instead of grabbing the gf's upper arm I ended up grabbing her boob instead with my left hand. No bra, slightly firm boobs. I could see her nipple pokie below my thumb. My right arm now on her waist. Then she grabbed my forearms to prevent me from falling further. Pressing my hand against her boobs

Now the box is in the floor between us and quite big, and we're leaning into each other on top of the box. As my arm is on her (and she is holding my forearm) she has no strength to support me and push me away. So I have to push her away for us to disentangle. Up to this point I abit shocked so I only just realised I'm holding her boob. Then I pretend to be shocked a bit longer and continue to hold another 5s but had to quickly push away or else too obvious lah.

We both embarrassed for a moment but later she tease me saying "this box very light, don't drop it ah" etc etc. I feel after this day she was more open toward me, not so shy anymore.

Please share any progress after this

[itguy2008]

You guys know most condos have a public shower area near the swimming pool.

I was smoking near one and decided to take a pee, then continue the second stick.

As I passed by the women's restroom, I saw a topless woman's reflection in the mirror. I wondered who would shower here. Could my eyes be playing tricks on me since it is the 7th month?

When I told my smoking kaki, they were quite chill. They said it was likely the cleaning lady showering before going home.

Quite big tits about C or D cup with very dark areola.

[js12]

Originally Posted by PaulaBond

After that got chance to see/touch more of her? haha

Actually before this got see her her naked before but she dun know.

First time was when I was visiting my bro at home. He stays in the room next to the hdb corridor so if his window is open I will open the curtain to call him. This time I open the curtain n they have having sex in doggy. The bed is perpendicular to the window and they both facing away. Saw her boobs bouncing. I quietly go away n come back 5 minutes later, I also dunno why I thot they will be done in 5 lol. Come back liao she is lying on top of him with his cock still inside. Paiseh sia. But can see that she shave for him

Another time was I was dropping something off for him. He let me in but he was gaming so he went back into his room. After I dropped off I went to the kitchen to get some water n heard the shower was in use. His bifold door got a small gap n the gf was showering. I stayed a while to watch her. This time got a bit of pubic hair haha

After the moving incident she not so shy liao. Saw a few more times and also more touchy. But maybe also change after they got married

[jumpstart]

Originally Posted by otamay

The way you describe, I really cannot fathom what's is going on in Ivy's mind.

Is she giving you a show or unintentional not knowing that you are being entertain sexually, hehe.

Don't think it's on purpose, her body language suggest that she's just comfortable with me in her own space. Even though I have been following my mum to visit her sister since young, this is my 1st time being invited into Ivy's bedroom. Nevertheless, we know each other since we were kids.

I didn't mention this but during our many conversations Ivy sounds quite liberal about sexual matters. I didn't know she practice yoga naked until recently and the fact that she is willing to disclose that also means a high level of trust.

She's quite a Zen and calm person so I'm not surprise she zones out during showers and of course we're still deciding how to do up the new yoga zone in her new place, any suggestions?

Ivy treats me like a little brother since all she has are sisters, I guess that a perk?

As much as what I've seen of Ivy, I don't look at her from a perspective of lust, she's really beautiful in her own ways. Think god is fair to bless her with
long legs, great complexion, height, a pretty face to go along with perky A cup boobs.

Her body has great geometry, the straight lines when she stretch out her legs, how her shoulders connect to her collarbone, the crest of her hip and how every curve is a stroke of nature's brush to be read in awe.

She's really beautiful. I didn't know this level of beauty can also come with great intelligence. No wonder not many men are able to match her level and I really look forward to see who will be the lucky guy that can win her heart.

[jumpstart]

Originally Posted by Laolucas

Just up you bro.... very long detailed description of Ivy, gosh.... it must have been fun yet a torture to look at her without touching yourself or her...

Oh hi! You bet, she's quite a beauty and that beauty is to be admired.

The long, elegant lines of her inner thighs with a completely clean shaven pussy, boobs rose and fell with each slow breath, the soft curves ending in brown areolas and gently puffed nipples and a narrow waist before the gentle flare of her hips.

Her body has a nice geometry, don't you agree?

[jumpstart]

Originally Posted by js12

Actually before this got see her her naked before but she dun know.

First time was when I was visiting my bro at home. He stays in the room next to the hdb corridor and we know each other donkey years so if his window is open I will open the curtain to call him. This time I open the curtain n they have having sex in doggy. The bed is perpendicular to the window and they both facing away. Saw her boobs bouncing. I quietly go away n come back 5 minutes later, I also dunno why I thot they will be done in 5 lol. Come back liao she is lying on top of him with his cock still inside. Paiseh sia. But can see that she shave for him

Another time was I was dropping something off for him. He let me in but he was gaming so he went back into his room. After I dropped off I went to the kitchen to get some water n heard the shower was in use. His bifold door got a small gap n the gf was showering. I stayed a while to watch her. This time got a bit of pubic hair haha

After the moving incident she not so shy liao. Saw a few more times and also more touchy. But maybe also change after they got married

That's so unfair for her, you have to describe more of her beauty.

[Orange22]

Originally Posted by js12

Actually before this got see her her naked before but she dun know.

First time was when I was visiting my bro at home. He stays in the room next to the hdb corridor and we know each other donkey years so if his window is open I will open the curtain to call him. This time I open the curtain n they have having sex in doggy. The bed is perpendicular to the window and they both facing away. Saw her boobs bouncing. I quietly go away n come back 5 minutes later, I also dunno why I thot they will be done in 5 lol. Come back liao she is lying on top of him with his cock still inside. Paiseh sia. But can see that she shave for him

Another time was I was dropping something off for him. He let me in but he was gaming so he went back into his room. After I dropped off I went to the kitchen to get some water n heard the shower was in use. His bifold door got a small gap n the gf was showering. I stayed a while to watch her. This time got a bit of pubic hair haha

After the moving incident she not so shy liao. Saw a few more times and also more touchy. But maybe also change after they got married

Lucky you. Can see and also touch!

[otamay]

Originally Posted by jumpstart

Don't think it's on purpose, her body language suggest that she's just comfortable with me in her own space. Even though I have been following my mum to visit her sister since young, this is my 1st time being invited into Ivy's bedroom. Nevertheless, we know each other since we were kids.

I didn't mention this but during our many conversations Ivy sounds quite liberal about sexual matters. I didn't know she practice yoga naked until recently and the fact that she is willing to disclose that also means a high level of trust.

She's quite a Zen and calm person so I'm not surprise she zones out during showers and of course we're still deciding how to do up the new yoga zone in her new place, any suggestions?

Ivy treats me like a little brother since all she has are sisters, I guess that a perk?

So you are the good guy to her.

Regarding the new yoga area, sorry to say that is something alien to me.
Maybe you both need to interact more to come out with something feasible....
more sightings to share here, hehe.

[js12]

Originally Posted by jumpstart

Don't think it's on purpose, her body language suggest that she's just comfortable with me in her own space. Even though I have been following my mum to visit her sister since young, this is my 1st time being invited into Ivy's bedroom. Nevertheless, we know each other since we were kids.

I didn't mention this but during our many conversations Ivy sounds quite liberal about sexual matters. I didn't know she practice yoga naked until recently and the fact that she is willing to disclose that also means a high level of trust.

She's quite a Zen and calm person so I'm not surprise she zones out during showers and of course we're still deciding how to do up the new yoga zone in her new place, any suggestions?

She will want a space which feels comfortable and safe, especially if she is going to practice naked. If u can find the correct space in its own room, suggest to install a mirror. It's common for yoga studios to have mirrors n it will remind you of the bathroom