Adventures in Showerland

The next morning, when I heard the front door open and knew that she'd left for her run, I hopped into the shower. I gave myself a good wash, spending a little extra time making sure I was squeaky clean, and was back in my bedroom by the time I heard her return. But I didn't rush getting dressed. Instead, I stood by my dresser, my heart pounding, waiting.

Inevitably, a soft knock came at the door. I was standing my bedroom in nothing but my boxers, and I called out cheerily, "Come in!"

Charissa entered wearing only her white towel, took one look at my reasonably well-maintained dad bod, and squeaked, "Oh, I'm sorry!" She turned away to head back downstairs.

"Hey, no it's OK!" I insisted. "Don't worry about it. Come on in."

She paused, her back to me. "You sure?" she said.

"Yeah, of course." She slowly turned, coming into my bedroom. I was looking through my dresser, exuding confident nonchalance. "How was your run?" I asked, turning to her and still wearing only my underwear.

"Um, it was pretty good," she said. Her eyes unmistakably lingered on my package, which was bulging slightly given the super-charged situation. "Pretty hot, actually."

I grinned. "You mean, outside?"

She laughed and, to my immense surprised, blushed. I loved seeing her neck and face turn bright pink and then a darker red as she stammered her answer. "Oh, haha, yeah, really hot outside!"

"It's kinda hot in here, too," I said. She didn't know what to say to that, and after a beat, I continued, "I'll crank up the AC a bit."

She laughed again but didn't move, her eyes fixed on my form. I felt the immense urge to go to her, to wrap her in my arms and slide her towel down her body. I actually thought she might let me, but I stayed rooted to the spot.

After what seemed like ages but was probably actually like 15 seconds, I said, "Got everything you need in the shower?"

She startled and looked me briefly in the eyes before heading to my shower. "Yeah, I do!" she said. "Thanks!" She swiftly entered the bathroom, leaving me heaving and half-hard.

I still didn't get dressed. Instead, I edged toward the bathroom door, padding softly over the carpet and trying to step as lightly and silently as I could. Just as I heard the water turn on, I reached the door, which as was Charissa's custom had been left slightly ajar. I leaned forward, boldly venturing a peek.

She was still wearing her towel, standing about four feet away, her profile facing me. When she reached her hand into the water to check its temperature, she turned her body to the door. I resisted the urge to pull away, knowing (or at least thinking) that she couldn't see me through the tiny crack the way I could see her with my eye pressed against it. I'm glad I stayed rooted to my spot because she turned away, and slipped off her towel. I had a great view of her magnificent ass as she folded her towel to place it on the toilet seat, and then, gloriously, she turned back toward me to walk to the shower.

As she held her hand once again into the warming water stream, I was able to drink her her voluptuous form. D-cup breasts with perfect, suckable nipples. Toned tummy, and smooth, creamy thighs. And while I usually prefer a more trimmed pussy, seeing her untouched pubic hair drove me wild. I couldn't see her vagina lips through her hairy bush, but the sight of standing, fully nude and on display before me, had me drawing my rock-hard cock out of my underwear.

Again what felt like ages passed in a few seconds, and she stepped into the shower. I stayed rooted to the spot, my cock in my hand, listening to her shower. At this point, I was thinking more with the blood rushing through my dick than my brain, and after a minute or two, I knocked on the door.

"Hey, I need to brush my teeth. Is it OK if I pop in for a minute?"

Silence. Then, "Um, OK sure!"

"Cool, thanks!" I called as coolly as I could. "I'll be quick."

I pulled open the door and closed it behind me. Again, the glass of my shower door was foggy, but again, I could make out her nude form on the other side. I knew I shouldn't linger, though, and I walked past the shower to my sink. I did, indeed, brush my teeth, my mind wandering wildly. What if I swiped her towel? What if I just stayed there until she finished? What if I joined her in the shower?

I managed to maintain enough composure to do none of those things. I brushed, flossed, swished, taking as long as I could without appearing to delay. As I walked back by the shower, I called out, "All done! Thanks!"

"No problem," she said, her soft voice muffled by the hot water.

I exited, leaving the door open slightly, and with tremendous ****, started getting dressed.