Sharing the sinks

When Mark raced upstairs and into the house, he went straight for the bathroom. Usually, he knocked on the wall to make sure it was clear, but he was in such a hurry that this time, he forgot. As he barged in, there was Abbie, standing at her sink tending to her hair.

Abbie was wearing her bathrobe, but because (she thought!) she was alone, she hadn't bothered completely tying or closing it. When Mark came rushing in, she turned to him out of reflex, but her robe fell open almost completely revealing her naked body underneath.

"Oh god, Abbie. I'm sorry." He turned his head away. "I ought to have knocked."

"It's okay, Mark." Abbie went on with her hair, assuming Mark would just wait outside until she was done.

"Actually, Abbie --"

"Yes?"

"I'm in a real hurry. Would it be okay if I got ready at the same time as you?"

"Of course, it's fine."

Mark came in and stood in front of his own sink. He had planned to shave first, which typically meant he'd strip down to the waist (at least) so cream and stuff wouldn't land on his shirt.

"Abbie, I don't -- sorry, not trying to create a scene here, but -- your robe is open a bit."

Abbie looked down at herself and giggled. "Oops!" She pulled it shut, and tied the belt. Being silk, however, the belt didn't hold too strongly, and the robe, though basically covering her, hung a bit loose. If Mark had tried harder, he could have easily found an angle to see more of Abbie's body.

Mark's heart skipped a beat. "You sure it's okay for me to be in here?"

"Yes! Absolutely."

Mark shrugged. He looked again at Abbie, and then pulled his t-shirt off over his head. She glanced up at him, and realized that it wasn't that often that she saw his naked chest. She didn't stare long, and turned back to see herself in the mirror.

Mark caught fleeting glimpses of her in the reflection in the mirror. The way the robe was loose, he could just barely see the outline of her breast. He looked away again, not wanting to get caught, and knowing it was not appropriate to peek.

"Did you need the shower, Abbie?" he asked, beginning to lather his face for shaving.

"I did. I have to run pretty soon, but I need to shower first. Are you in a hurry?"

"I am."

"Ooh, that's gonna be tough. Okay, I'll try to be quick." She looked around, planning her action. She realized that she needed to get naked before getting into the shower, but Mark was there. "Can you step out for a minute?"

"I can't, Abbie, I'm sorry. Can you just hop into the shower quick, and I won't look?"

She thought for a second. "Yes, of course. No big deal." She stood there for a moment, and then took off her robe and held it in her hands.

Mark was trying not to watch, but he saw her still standing there, unsure why. "Do you ... need a place for your robe?"

"Yes!" she said, holding it in front of her body so none of her intimate bits were showing.

"Maybe hang it here?" he gestured to a hook next to him. He glanced at the hooks she normally used, but they were full of towels, sweaters, and way too much other stuff. No wonder she was struggling.

"Yes, I'll hang it there." She walked over behind Mark, and put the robe on the hook. She stood completely naked behind him. He saw her in the reflection for a moment, and caught her eye. She smiled, slightly awkwardly, and then turned to step into the shower.