Kelly's at the door

You reach for the towel you grabbed earlier and immediately realise your mistake.

It’s not a bath towel. It’s one of the small hand towels from the linen cupboard. Barely big enough to cover your crotch, let alone dry your whole body. You let out a quiet sigh and glance toward the door, debating whether to call out and ask for a proper one.

Before you can, you hear giggling from the other side.

A few seconds later the bathroom door swings open.

Kelly steps inside and closes it behind her.

She’s still in her low-cut top and black panties, but the moment she’s in the small space with you, she reaches down and peels the damp top up and over her head, tossing it onto the floor. Her heavy tits are now completely bare, glistening with a mix of sweat and the steam from the shower. She hooks her thumbs into her panties and pushes them down her thick thighs, stepping out of them until she’s fully naked.

She looks at you standing there under the water, completely unbothered by your nudity.

“You were taking too long,” she says with a smirk, even though you’ve only been in here a couple of minutes. “We started worrying the water was going to run out.”

She steps forward into the small shower space with you. There’s barely enough room for two people. Her soft, curvy body presses against yours as she moves under the spray, water immediately running down her heavy tits and over the curve of her stomach.

She looks up at you, water dripping from her hair, and places one hand lightly on your chest.

“Besides,” she adds, voice lower now, “I figured if the door was already going to keep opening anyway… I might as well join you.”

Her other hand trails slowly down your stomach, stopping just above your cock.

She’s standing right in front of you, naked, wet, and making no effort to hide what she wants.