The bathrobe Justine had left for him was hers and it barely closed on him. He left his clothes hanging on a rack in the hall bathroom and went to find Justine. The door to her bedroom was open, and he could hear the sound of a hairdryer coming from the master bathroom.

"Justine?" he called.

"Out in a minute," she replied.

Moments later, she came out of her bathroom wearing a clingy little silk robe that revealed everything she'd been hiding under those dowdy business suits she wore at the office-tits the size of grapefruit, a flat tummy, and long, exquisite legs. Her loose hair draped past her shoulders.

Impulsively, Bret blurted, "Wow! You're gorgeous!"

Justine hadn't worn the little robe to impress him. It was what she always put on after a bath. Only now did she realize that it might be a bit too skimpy with a male guest in the house. She said, "Oh!" and grasped the collar to cover her cleavage.

By the time Bret regained the presence of mind to realize that he should leave the room, his dick had stiffened and was poking out from between the flaps of his robe. Deeply embarrassed, he expected Justine to become outraged and throw him out of her house. Instead, she stepped closer and opened the robe to get a better look.

They both gazed down at his hard dick, and then into each other's eyes, feeling the same urges.