Bold Path

Jasmin kicked the sheet off completely and swung her legs over the side of the bed.

The cool morning air washed over her bare skin—her small, perky breasts with their pink nipples already hardening from the chill, her flat stomach, the smooth curve of her hips, her bare pussy completely exposed. She'd been shaving herself smooth since she was sixteen, and the sensation of air against her sensitive, hairless lips sent a small shiver through her.

She stretched, arms above her head, her back arching and thrusting her tits forward. The motion made her aware of her own body—the weight of her breasts, the way her thighs pressed together, the slight throb between her legs that seemed to pulse in time with her heartbeat.

Door's open. So what?

She stood, her petite frame fully on display, and padded toward the hallway. Her bare feet sank into the soft carpet. No rush. No hunching. No **** grab for cover. Her wavy brown hair was still a tangled mess down her back, her green eyes bright with something that felt like excitement.

Someone could see me.

The thought made her pussy clench.

The carpet was soft under her bare feet as she stepped out of her room, completely nude. The master bedroom door was open across the hall. She could hear her father moving around inside—a drawer sliding, the rustle of fabric.

She walked past, her head high, making no effort to hide. Her small tits bounced slightly with each step. Her bare ass, firm and shapely, was on full display to anyone who might glance out of the master bedroom.

She was halfway to the bathroom when her father's voice called out.

"Morning, sweetheart."

Casual. Unbothered.

Jasmin paused, glancing over her shoulder. Her father stood in the doorway of the master bedroom, tie in hand. His eyes moved over her—quickly, naturally—taking in her exposed body without a hint of shock or disapproval.

"Morning, Dad."

He smiled. "Your mother's making pancakes. Better hurry if you want a ride to school—I'm leaving in twenty."

"I'm good. Bus stop's not far."

He nodded and turned back into the room without another word.

Jasmin stood there for a moment, her heart racing. Her nipples were rock hard now—not from the cold. A familiar warmth was spreading through her lower belly, and she could feel herself getting wet.

He saw me. He saw everything. And he didn't even blink.

She continued to the bathroom, squeezing her thighs together as she walked, the pressure sending little jolts of pleasure through her clit.

This is going to be an interesting day.

She stepped into the bathroom and turned on the shower, leaving the door wide open behind her.

Why not?

The hot water sluiced over her petite frame, warming her skin, loosening her muscles. Steam began to fill the small space, curling toward the open door. She could hear the sounds of the house—her father's footsteps, the distant clatter from the kitchen.

Anyone could walk by. Anyone could look in.

The thought made her pussy throb.

She let the water run over her face, her small breasts, down the curve of her waist and hips. Her hands moved through her hair, working out the tangles. Then, almost without thinking, her hands drifted lower.

She cupped her breasts, her thumbs brushing over her hard nipples. A soft moan escaped her lips. One hand slid down her flat stomach, over her smooth mound, and between her thighs.

She was wet. And not just from the shower.

Her fingers found her clit, swollen and sensitive, and circled it slowly. Her other hand pinched her nipple, rolling it between her fingers. Her hips rocked forward, chasing the sensation.

Fuck, I'm so turned on.

She caught herself, pulling her hand away. The ache remained, pulsing between her legs, demanding attention.

Not yet. Not here.

She finished her shower quickly, her body humming with unfulfilled arousal.

After a few minutes, she turned off the water and pushed back the shower curtain.

The towel rack was empty.

She frowned. Checked the small shelf by the sink. The cabinet below. Nothing.

Seriously?

She stepped out of the shower, water dripping from her body, her skin glistening. The open door was at her back, the cool air from the hallway raising goosebumps across her damp skin and making her nipples even harder.

She could hear her father's footsteps in the hall.