Offer to clean the bathroom

Standing outside the bathroom for a moment, I heard the shower switch on. Allie was naked in there, rubbing shower gel all over her body and... I found myself oddly curious. But I'd have to content myself with doing some of the work I was supposed to do before my course started, or maybe head back to the communal area to see if anyone was still around for a chat.

Although, Allie seemed to appreciate my help. Maybe there was a bit more I could do to make myself useful.

Allie hadn't locked the door, as she'd already been undressing as I left. I knocked a couple of times and opened the door a crack - not enough to see inside, but just enough to shout through.

"Hey, Allie, I was just thinking... Maybe I should clean the bathroom?"

"What, now?" she shouted from the shower.

"Yeah."

"Oh, uh... okay. If you don't mind cleaning up my... y'know."

By way of answer, I pushed the door open a bit and stepped into the bathroom. The shower door was steamed up, but the shape of Allie's lithe figure was indistinctly visible through the mist. While I couldn't see the details of her body, I could clearly make out her silhouette - she was side-on to me, her long, dark hair cascading down her back as she washed it. The angle gave me a perfect view of the small swell of her breasts, which curved up away from her chest towards her pointy nipples, and of the not-so-small swell of her bottom. Her arms were long and slender, her legs just as long but with thick, powerful thighs.

I realised I was staring and quickly busied myself with scrubbing a random patch of floor, although I'm sure there was really nothing wrong with it in the first place. By the time I got to squirting bleach into the toilet, Allie had turned off the shower.

"Sam?" she called from across the room.

"Yeah?" I replied, turning to receive a now full-frontal view of my roommate, albeit rendered faint and blurry by the steamed-up door. I stopped dead, my words caught in my throat, at the sight of her little pink nipples and the pale patch at the top of her legs that proved she was clean-shaven.

"Can you pass me a towel, please?"

"Huh?" I was a mess. I couldn't take my eyes off her, and I seemed to have lost the ability to form a complete sentence. "Towel?" I said, although I think it might have come out sounding a bit more like "twill".

"Yeah, if you don't mind."

I came to my senses after a few seconds, and scrambled to grab a white towel. She opened the shower door just enough for me to pass it through to her, and I couldn't help but stare as she wrapped it around herself before opening the door fully. She stepped out of the shower with wet hair clinging to her back, holding the towel together at her chest.

"Thank you for cleaning up after me," she said, genuine appreciation in her voice. "Now, I need to get dry."

Getting her message, I nodded in her direction and hastily left the room.

I think I was wetter than she was.