Fess up

Leslie's hand was shaking with a combination of excitement and fear with what she was about to do. Could she really go through with peeking in on her husband's best friend while he was naked? Her mind screamed no, but her moistening crotch said yes. She felt completely conflicted, but she just couldn't stop with the excitement. She leaned her head in, hoping that Rick wasn't looking towards the back of the shower. Luckily, to her great pleasure he was facing the showerhead, letting the water stream across his face and roll down his broad shoulders and down across his bare ass.

She was taken aback at how authentic and raw the view was. This was like no porno she'd ever seen with a perfect body and tight abs. This was raw in a way that was hard to explain. Rick was someone she knew personally and not some nameless actor. He had a body that was typically imperfect of a dad, yet still appeared powerful and masculine. A wave of excitement and fear of taboo flooded her emotions.

Rick turned in the shower, letting the water spray over the back of his head, but still kept his eyes closed. Leslie flinched initially but leaned in once she realized the water was pouring over his face and he wouldn't be opening his eyes. As he turned, his semi-erect dick was exposed. The water fell down across his chest and cascaded from his belly to his semi-erect privates.

She gasped unintentionally, never having done anything like this before. She had seen Pete's bare penis on countless occasions, but this was a new **** with unfettered danger. There was something to the fact that Rick was a known friend and it was all taboo for her to be getting a full view of his dick. It was all surprising to her, causing her stomach to tremble with butterflies.

Rick's cock had more girth to it than she expected. It was thick and veiny compared to Pete's longer, more slender penis. She was stunned at the sight as the water rolled down his chubbing shaft and dropped from a strongly pronounced fireman's helmet. It was more than she anticipated and quite frankly she couldn't believe that she was doing any of this.

Just then Rick moved and started to open his eyes. The water distorting his vision. Leslie slinked away from the shower curtain and quietly backed up to the door before cautiously exiting with all of Rick's sweaty clothes in her arms. She threw his clothes in the washer and set it for a quick wash cycle.

It wasn't long before she heard the shower turn off and knew the inevitable question would be coming. She only hoped that Rick hadn't spotted her taking that peek. She was filled with torment and remorse in case he had realized what she had done.

"Leslie?!" she heard come from the bathroom. "Do you have my clothes?" Rick called.

"Sorry! I umm... couldn't let you go back to work with sweaty clothes. I threw them in the wash. They should be done shortly and then I can dry them on the fast cycle."

"Ok... so ummm... what should I do in the meantime?" he asked.

"I'll make you some lunch to pay you for your generosity," she offered, completely ignoring what he was really asking.

Rick soon appeared in the kitchen wearing only a towel around his waist. His hair was still wet. Leslie could tell that he'd recently trimmed up his chest hair because it looked almost too perfectly maintained. The vision of his fat dong was fresh in her mind. She couldn't stop glancing at his crotch, noticing that his manhood was still creating a bulge in his towel. She almost was hoping that it would accidentally slip out.

"So I need to ask you something," Rick started sheepishly. "You're washing my clothes, so that must mean that you came into the bathroom while I was in the shower," he questioned.

"I can't let you go back to work in those sweaty clothes," she tried to excuse her actions.

Rick grinned back at her while sitting in a chair at the kitchen table. He leaned back and opened his legs, allowing his towel to separate slightly between them. The teasing had it's intended effect on Leslie as her eyes dropped to his crotch, hoping that maybe she might get a glance of his girthy manhood again. "You're a good friend Leslie," he flirted. "Pete sure is lucky to have someone as caring and hot as you."

Leslie blushed. She didn't know how to take a compliment. "Well if it wasn't for you I wouldn't be able to get my laundry done today. I need to get everything clean before our trip tomorrow. I still have underwear, swimsuits and that towel to wash," she shared, pointing to the towel around his waist.

Leslie got up to check on something at the stove. Rick stood up too and walked up behind her.

"Is there anything I can help with?" Rick offered as he looked over her shoulder. He meant to look at the food but her loose sweatshirt neckline caught his attention. From this angle he could see a lot of her cleavage. He could make out most her breasts except her nipples. He took another step forward, which caused him to lightly press against her back.

"No, but once you go I'll get the laundry finished and be done." Her voice dropped to almost a whisper as he pressed against her back. She could start to feel his boner against her yoga pants.

"Why wait? You could wash them now," he joked with a flirty voice. The towel dropped to the floor.

Leslie audibly gasped. His now unleashed cock pressed back up against her ass and she could feel his breath across her neck as he leaned over her shoulder.