The shower

"Wait!" Miranda suddenly blurted out from her position on the floor. Tom, who had just unlocked the door, suddenly froze as he turned to face Miranda. "If you go out there then Nicole will see what we've done and we might have to face the penalty. Just go in the shower" Miranda said, her voice still weak and breathy. Tom shrugged his shoulders and walked past Miranda to the shower. Mirandas eyes tracked his dick like a tennis ball in a match as it passed inches from her. Tom climbed into the shower and turned to wave goodbye to Miranda before drawing the curtain behind him.

Miranda breathed a small sigh of relief and began to struggle to her feet. Her legs were shaking and she had to use the sink for support to get up. Once she was up she turned on the tap to cover the noise of her using the toilet. She stepped towards the toilet before she began to strip. She grabbed the waistband of her jeans and began to wiggle her wide hips as she pulled her jeans down. You were presented with an excellent view as she pulled her tight jeans to her ankles giving you a clear view of her beautiful pantie clad booty. When her jeans are at her ankles she delicately steps out of them before grabbing the hem of her panties, and deftly pulling them down her toned thighs. As she does so she bends over to accidentally give you a clear view of her plump and shaven pussy and her cute ass. This one image alone is almost enough to make your peeping worth it.

When Miranda pulls her pink panties down to her ankles she deftly steps out of them before raising them with her left hand. She holds them up to the light and even from your position outside the window you can see how soaked through they are. They look so wet that you could seemingly wring them out and fill a shot glass with the liquid. You can't believe how turned on Miranda has become from this game. As Miranda regarded her panties she let out a small huff before nonchalantly tossing them into the laundry hamper near the toilet. She raises the seat of the toilet before sitting down on it.

After a little while Mirandas moves her hands to her chest in an almost instinctual action. She holds her large chest for a second, seemingly lost in thought. Eventually she seems to make up her mind. Her hands move behind her back and under her shirt. Those hands inevitably returned, except now they were holding her bra . It seems Miranda will be going full commando for the rest of the night. You can see her exhale another sigh of relief from the pleasure of removing her cumbersome bra. In the same action as before she gently flings her bra into the laundry hamper.

Mirandas boobs are so perky and firm despite their size that one normally couldn't tell the difference between her boobs with bra and without. Normally. Right now the however the difference was painfully obvious as her diamond hard nipples poked through the thin white material of her top. Suddenly Toms voice emerges from behind the shower curtain, saying" Have you started the timer yet?" Miranda took this in stride responding"Of course" As she pressed the start button on her phone. She put it down next to her as she leans back and then runs her hands over her chest by reflex again. When her fingers reach her nipples she glances down, her rock hard nipples finally catching her attention. As her hands touched her tits she finally seemed to reach some sort of decision.