After a shower

Kayleen didn't have to be anywhere in the morning unlike her family, busy dealing with jobs and high school schedules. She purposely signed up for classes that didn't start any earlier than noon this semester, allowing her more than enough time to sleep off late nights of partying and smoking.

House to herself by 8:30 every morning, Kayleen took it slow to start the day. Waking up no later than ten o'clock, the latina slumped out of bed and into the shower, soaping up every inch of her stunning body and taking her sweet time doing it. The constant flow of water drowning out all noise outside the bathroom and more than once I'd been left alone in my friends home while Kayleen was in the shower.

Each and every time that happened I would sneak into her room and dig through the hamper, playing with her dirty panties while jerking off to the thought of her. We were best friends but I was still just a guy, a guy in high school who couldn't control his horny urges, or rather didn't want to. To this day I'd never been caught, Kayleen's obnoxiously long showers left ample time to fool around in her bedroom and get out before she was done.

On days when I was especially horny I'd creep over to the bathroom, peeking in through the door and recording the 22 year-old washing off through the crack. A tub was situated along the left wall, the standing shower sectioned off by a dark black curtain. There was about two inches between the wall and the edge of the lining, leaving just enough room to get a good angle for my videos.

Today was another instance of being home alone with Kayleen, only this time it was a calculated move. I didn't tell my friend I was skipping class today, letting him head to school and put it together on his own while I went over to his house. Arriving at 8:35, I used the spare key his family left in a plant on the front porch to get inside. If by some chance Kayleen heard me, I was hoping she would ignore it and quickly fall back asleep, assuming it was someone leaving the house late instead of someone entering.

I sat at the living room couch, situated opposite the stairs to the bedrooms, waiting patiently for Kayleen to wake up and head to the bathroom. In the meantime I scrolled through her social media, revisiting some of my favorite videos she posted and gently stroking my cock.

Like clockwork, by 10:01 I heard the door to Kayleen’s room open, and at 10:05 the sound of rushing water told me she was about to get in the shower. I gave it a good ten minutes, shortly before I got too worked up to stop myself from blowing a load and started to head upstairs.

Slowly padding up the stairs until finally reaching the last step, I gingerly walked past the bathroom, picking up my pace as I got further down the hall. Despite going into Kayleen’s bedroom a handful of times by now, it was still a rush each time I opened the door and walked inside. The smell of weed and lavender hit me like a wave as I stepped over to her dresser, bottles of perfume left uncovered releasing the light, flowery aroma and a half-finished joint sitting on her window seal.

Rummaging through all the drawers, I mainly focused my attention on the one that held her bras and panties, pulling out specific garments and imagining how she’d look in them. I swear I'd jerked off with each of these pairs at least once, but every time they got me going. Moving to the pile of dirty clothes between the end of her bed and the closet, I grabbed the first pair of Kayleen’s underwear I saw, assuming it would be the ones she took off just a few minutes ago before heading into the shower.

There was a thin slick layer of cunt juice in the crotch, glistening as I moved the black silk thong around in my hand. Dropping the shorts I was wearing around my ankles, I took my cock in hand, wrapping the slimy remains of Kayleen’s pussy around it. The natural lube felt amazing, helping the fabric easily glide back and forth over my crotch.

When I heard the water shut off I quickly threw Kayleen’s soiled panties back into the pile, pulling my pants back up and jumping into the bed while waiting for her return. I was always gone by this point, but something about today was different, and I decided to be a bit more reckless than usual.

The sound of the doorknob twisting meant Kayleen would be shortly behind. I saw her before she saw me, the spacey black-haired beauty always lost in her own ditzy little world when she was high. Holding a tiny white towel up with her left arm, Kayleen entered her room like normal, only noticing my presence when she looked up to her queen-sized bed.

“Hey Kayleen. Why don’t you come in and close the door? We need to talk.”