Entering the sauna, Charlene encountered two strangers - male, college age like herself, each naked except for a towel across his lap. Tommy, her roommate, and Blake, their across the hall neighbor, were close behind. Blake engaged the strangers, "I figured you guys were long gone."
"Nope, still here, across the parking lot," one of them replied.
"Third floor front, if I recall. Some halacious parties there." Blake switched to introductions. "Paul, Roger, you know Tommy, of course, and the eye candy is Tommy's roommate, Charlene."
"Roommate?" Roger asked, eyebrows raised.
"That's what she says, but with the view you have of their front window, I suspect you know different."
Charlene picked up on Blake's remark, but knew the guys would be more interested in what was under her towel. She raised her left leg, planting its foot on the same level as her buttocks. The towel split as it slid up, leaving her leg mostly exposed. Roger, concluding that Charlene was wearing nothing under the towel, choked and failed to answer. His roommate, Paul, although likewise excited at reaching a similar conclusion, still managed to stammer an explanation, "Don't condemn us for liking to look -she is the one that leaves the drapes open."
Tommy jumped in, "He is right Blake, if Charlene didn't want to be seen, she could close the drapes."
Charlene offered no quarrel with her boyfriend's assesment. With eyes locked on Roger and Paul, her lips curled mischieviously as her left foot dropped to the level below. Tugging the towel upward, she exposed her thighs and left only an inch or so of the towel covering the vee between them. Enjoying the excitement she was causing beneath their towels, Charlene commented, "I think you guys like looking,"
"Uh yeah, that's for sure," Roger confirmed, licking his lips.
"Please, don't forget your old friends," pleaded Blake, grabbing hold of the pulsating bulge in his towel.
Charlene stood, allowing the towel to slowly unravel from her body, until only the very front of her, breasts to pussy, remained covered. Turning to Blake, she stuck out her tongue and gave him the finger. Then sitting down, and as if unaware of her nearly naked state, she sheepishly allowed, "I suppose I could be more careful about how I'm dressed, especially when near that window."
"Uh well..." Paul stammered, "we do think that how you've been dressing, is just fine, don't we Roger?" Roger nodded convincingly.
Charlene pursed her lips and grinned at the apparent concern that she might begin wearing more clothes. Making it clear that such was not the case, Charlene loosened the towel, letting it slip lower, briefly exposing her nipples before quickly grabbing hold of it and dropping face down on the bench, her breasts hidden in the folds of the towel. A tiny bit of the towel remained between her legs, but otherwise she was bare - the sides of her breasts, her legs and entire backside exposed. "I would bet then..." Charlene said, continuing her tease of Roger and Paul, "... that you like it best when I'm not wearing a lot."