Charlie didn’t consider himself to have OCD or anything like that, but he was a guest in this house, albeit courtesy of Air BnB, and the second he had caught sight of the owner, he had known he wouldn’t be leaving any messes for her to find. She approached and pulled against the wood of the door, letting it swing open, allowing the light of the hallway to spill in as she stood in the doorway, outlining herself against the light. Eventually, he found himself at the top of his own street, which he recognised looking down from the unique building fronts. Lithe and graceful, her stomach flat but not concave, no bump of a tummy but no ribs on show either, her legs long and smooth, at least as far as he had seen, her breasts prominent on her chest, two surprisingly full orbs that he suspected might have been augmented, not that he minded, held in place by her visibly straining bikini top.
