he's getting ready.

I was now sitting on the bed after Mikayla mentioned my boner. I immediately grab the thing I see first which is a towel. Then I tried to wrap the tiny towel possibly a hand towel about 20'' x 30'' in size around my waist.

Afterwards I hurriedly downstairs to eat breakfast. Mrs. Erna, Zara and Ashlea noticed that my face is red and the only covering I have is a tiny towel that clearly tenting my erect cock.

Mrs. Erna: Good morning Fred.

Fred: Good morning Erna, good morning girls. What's for breakfast?

Mrs. Erna does not want to be called Mrs. Mrs. Erna or Mrs. van Dyne by us her tenants because she thinks it make her sound old, and since her husband **** she just wants to be called Erna by them as well like her friends do.

Zara: Good morning stud. We're having pancakes today courtesy of our beloved landlady.

Fred: Really, thanks a lot Erna.

Mrs. Erna: That's quite alright, I love cooking and when I have time I can cook together with Zara. She's getting better at cooking.

Ashlea noticed the I am wolfing the pancakes down and quite in a hurry for some reason.

Ashlea: Why're you in such a hurry? Goin' somewhere?

Upon hearing her questions my face turned red again and remembered what Mikayla did to me.

Fred: Y-Yeah, today Dick I-I mean Richard and I are going to have our sports physical.

Ashlea: Ooh! That's embarrassing, he is undressing in front of a doctor.

Fred: S-Stop it! I-I know that already!

Zara: Yeah, as I can recall he's from a high school baseball club. So he has done so many sport physical. He is already accustomed to it by now.

Fred: I-I'm not! Check-ups at the hospital and clinics always makes me anxious.

Mrs. Erna: Well it is necessary to do it before you join any athletics or sports club.

Fred: R-Right. Thanks for the food.

Since the girls always showers in the family bathroom and can shower one by one, by two or all three after which it takes time for her or them to finish. This will then lead me to shower outside in my underwear or nude. It happened everyday that it becomes part of my routine. Out of habbit I go outside just to shower even if the bathroom inside is not occupied.

While showering outside I am oblivious that my naked athletic body is being watched by voyeurs, one of them is our neighbor and bestfriend of the landlady Mrs. Janet Miggins. She is an artist, a painter, and a very good at what she paint.