Robert pulls out a tiny towel

“How about this one then?” Robert asks as he pulls out a towel from a small pile inside the cupboard he had been rummaging through. He holds it up, and as it drops open you see it is simply a hand towel, barely large enough to dry your wet hair with.

“Perfect” Lucy declares from behind you even as you are considering just what use that towel would be. “Me first” she lets you know as she eases herself past you in the doorway, and even as Robert stands and stares, she is in the middle of the bathroom beginning to undo her skirt.

“Well, be a gent and hold it up for me, and no peeking” she directs Robert just as her skirt falls to her feet, leaving her in a skimpy thong. Quickly Robert lifts the towel, as if to use it to hide her body from his gaze, but you know that it isn’t big enough to conceal much, especially as he is holding it in such a way that he can clearly see most of Lucy around it.

As if unaware that Robert is getting a great view of her, Lucy bends over, facing away from him, to retrieve her skirt from the floor, and lifting it up she inspects it, watching water still dripping from it. “Soaked” she mutters to herself, and drapes the wet item over the edge of the bath.

“And this is wet through as well” she continues to herself, and without missing a heartbeat, lifts her tight little top over her head, freeing her dampened breasts, nipples erect from the coldness of the rain. Behind his towel, you watch as Robert’s eyes widen in amazement as this girl seems almost oblivious to his presence as she strips down to just her thong in front of him. The top is soon alongside the skirt on the edge of the bath, the wetness of it running down into the tub.

“That’s better” Lucy announces to the room, “now be a darling Robert and wipe my back dry” and with this she turns her back to him and waits. “Well?” she calls over her shoulder as Robert simply stands in shock, “are you going to help dry me off or what?” Taking a fresh hold of the towel, he runs it all over the smooth exposed back in front of him, and as he does, you look at Lucy’s face, hidden from him, and as she looks back you can see her grin at her ability to get this guy so hot and bothered.

“Thanks Robert, now could you do my front?” she requests as soon as he lifts the towel from her back, signalling he has dried her off. As she asks, she turns to face him, and you can’t help but giggle to yourself as you watch his eyes almost pop from his head as he gets his first direct look at her naked breasts.