Not at all: One little peek at that body can't hurt

Creeping closer to the door on tiptoes, Zack pressed one hand against the doorframe and leaned in to see what lay behind the door.

The door blocked any direct line of sight, and the shower curtain would certainly have been in the way anyway, but – much to Zack's delight – a perfectly situated mirror showed him his oldest childhood friend in a whole new light.

The redhead stood under the water, allowing it to wash over her, sticking her long, red hair tightly to her back and following every contour of her toned, athletic body. Zack followed the path of a large droplet down from her shoulders, where it caught on her prominent collarbone and followed the channel to the center of her large, luscious breasts.

He couldn't say he'd never seen her breasts before – being such close childhood friends, it was only natural that she had once shown him her developing organs – but that was several years ago, long before she developed into the buxom goddess now showering right in front of him. Her breasts were very large but firm and perky, and he realized now how much of a shame it was that she kept them so well hidden under her thick baggy clothes. They compressed softly as she rubbed shower gel onto them, jiggling delightfully as her hands danced across them, her fingers catching just slightly on her powder-pink nipples as they passed. Zack didn't know if she were aroused or just cold – but why would she spend so long in a cold shower?

The droplet continued on its path between her rounded, but gently hanging, mounds, before tracing the line formed by the subtle abs years of soccer practice had given her, until it pooled in her navel. There, its journey ended, and Zack's eyes were **** to continue on their own down to her thick, but clearly well-maintained, ginger bush. Drops of water clung to her soft, barely curled pubic hair, glinting in the late-afternoon daylight shining in through the small window mounted high on the wall. The mirror was too steamed up to afford Zack a view of her lips, so he allowed himself to steal a glance at the reflection of her athletic legs before retracing its steps up to her face.

The light in the bathroom enhanced the blue of her eyes, and it was only as he looked at the cute, rounded face of his childhood friend, with her crimson hair and button nose, that he realized he had allowed himself to unfasten his jeans and caress the erection that strained against the thin black fabric of his boxers. He wasn't sure when this had started, but he was close to making a mess of his underwear when he heard the water shut off.