Even though it was nearly summer, the mountain air still had a little chill to it and I was glad to see Angie flick on the little wall mounted heater in the bathroom before she started stripping off her clothes. While she adjusted the water temperature in the shower, I peeled off my jeans, vest and top and piled them neatly on top of the little vanity next to the sink.
I was not the least bit disappointed when Angie took off the last of her clothes. Her breasts stood out proudly from her chest with only a slight droop that showed that they'd been lovingly used for the purpose nature had intended. When she turned around to fine-tune the water temperature, she furnished me a fine view of her wonderfully pear shaped ass, firm thighs and the delicious looking gap between them.
