Don't peek

You remain facing the wall as you hear Mandy opening her suitcase, shuffling around for a minute or so.

Then you hear Mandy say, “Okay, I’m heading to the shower now.”

Figuring it is now safe to turn around, you start looking for your suitcase. As you look up, you see Mandy walking toward the door with a towel wrapped around herself. As she reaches for the doorknob, her towel slips down. For a brief moment, I see her right breast, just the right one; there is a flash of pale white flesh and pink nipple, hard and standing at attention.

She drops her shower caddy to secure her towel before it slips any further. You jerk your head upwards and stare at the ceiling in overcompensation while you both awkwardly try to pick up her toiletries that have scattered on the floor.

She quickly grabs her stuff and heads out the door. Her face is bright red, and she doesn’t say a thing. You are glad she left so quickly because you realize your wet shorts are not hiding anything.

Walking back to your bed, you notice Mandy has left her wet clothes in a pile on the floor. On top of that pile is a pair of soaking-wet white cotton panties. So you go to take a closer look and see that she also laid out clean clothes on her bed. And on top of those is a pair of black satin French cut panties.