Curiosity gets the best of her

Rick stood naked in front of the mirror in Pete and Leslie's bathroom with the shower warming up. He admired the partial chub that he'd maintained since gawking at Leslie, then shook his head as he looked up at the rest of his dad-bod. Shrugging, realizing that his perverted mind was getting the better of him. No way that Leslie would be truly interested in him. She's happily married and this is nothing more than his typical affixation on himself that he's some sort of gift to all women. He jumped into the shower, leaving his clothes lying on the bathroom floor.

As Rick lathered up his face and body, he swore he heard the sound of the bathroom door. He stopped and listened. Nah! Just his imagination.

However, unknown to Rick, Leslie had in fact opened the bathroom door and was in the process of grabbing his dirty clothes to give them a wash against his wishes. She paused, looking up at Rick's shadow behind the white shower curtain. "Would he even notice if I took a peek?" she thought devilishly.

Throwing caution to the wind, she crept up to the back of the shower and carefully slid her finger between the curtain and the shower, peeling the only thing that stood between Rick's naked body and her imagination. With a quiet motion she opened the curtain just enough to peek in on her unsuspecting victim.