So Beautiful

My head is on a swivel as I bundle into the bathroom behind her, closing the door as softly as I can and only then, when we're firmly ensconsed in the darkness, do I turn on the light.

"Well we made it," she says, shaking her head at me, "Happy?"

I'll be happy when we're back in my room, safe and sound without having run into Lucas at all. But I can't and I don't tell her that, because frankly she's already guessed at so much that it would really be quite unfair to just give it to her outright.

Instead I don't say a word and I don't make eye contact as I busy over towards the shower and snap it on, turning the heat up and running my fingers underneath it to feel the water warm up. As it does I pluck a towel off of the rack for her and set it aside so it'll be ready and generally just busy myself getting ready so I can figure out what I'm going to do here.

I don't know how exactly I'm going to manage this. Rachel is going to need the shower and I guess I could stand politely waiting for her but it'll have to be inside. Stepping out into the hall only means potentially running into Lucas and going up to my room to wait for her is definitely right out, because I'm not going to leave her alone to run into him all by herself.

No I'll just have to be the gentleman here, or gentlewoman I guess, and give her some privacy while not looking as she takes this shower that she so desperately wants and maybe I'll face the door or just... just...

While I was thinking and while I was worrying, Rachel was busy. As I turn to tell her what I'm going to do or get ready to cross over and wait by the door, she's already divested of every last stitch of clothing she was wearing.

And god what a sight to see she is.

From the tips of her toes to the top of her head, Rachel is stunning in blonde and pale femininity. Full hips and fuller breasts and a body with such a zeal of youth that it truly defies gravity and every last other bit of rational sense to it.

Her breasts are far larger than handfuls but they don't feel the weight of themselves. They stand proud and perky on her slim frame, turned up at the edges with pale full nipples that are soft and almost puffy right now.

A tight and tiny waist is contrasted and heightened by her generous bust and by the also generous thrust of her hips. The fullness of them gifting her a nearly perfect hourglass shape that is only emphasized by the soft lines of taut muscle in her tummy.

She isn't built. She doesn't really have muscle. She has strength but it is the flexible strength of a willow tree, that bends with the wind rather than fights against it.

But every inch of her is taut and tight and the lines on her stomach are more gentle slopes than hard and defined muscularity. And as she steps forward and walks towards me she jiggles, but doesn't shake at all because frankly there is not an ounce of wasted fat on her.

She is glorious and worst of all she knows it, just as she knows that she's got my full attention. I mean fuck, this isn't even the first time I've ever seen her naked and yet still she can take my breath away.

"One towel?" Rachel muses, reaching past me and plucking a second out to place on top of the first, "I'm not opposed to sharing, certainly, but let's be practical here."

I swallow hard and nod, realizing that I'm going to be **** into a shower here and frankly that's probably for the best because truthfully I am feeling a little dirty right now.

"So you first then?" I ask, my voice thick.

Rachel shakes her head and smiles before giving me a little pout.

"Who says we're taking turns?"

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