Watch her shower

You can't resist. The crack in the door gives you a perfect angle on Julia's luscious curves, barely contained in a white bra and panties. She puts her hand under the running shower water, and then turns, looking down and giving you a perfect view as she opens the front of her bra, letting her ample breasts bounce free. Her dark red nipples, surrounded by generous areolae, are already hardening, and her milky mammaries jiggle nicely as she shucks off the bra and tugs down her knickers.You try to keep out of sight, but she doesn't seem to notice, and steps into the shower happily humming to herself as you drink in the sight of her delicately trimmed pussy and curvy bum.

The shower has a glass door, which seems strangely resistant to steam; of course, with the door open, the hot air drifts out into the hall anyway. All you know is you have a fully unobstructed view of Julia Sawalha in the nude, water cascading over her body as she smiles and relaxes. You reach into your trousers and start to slowly wank, not rushing yourself. You don't want to lose control and give yourself away, not when things can only get better.

She reaches for the soap and begins to lather herself up, working suds over her front section, over her amazing tits and legs. She reaches between her thighs, runs her hand over her dark triangle of pussy hair, and lets out a sigh. She raises her right hand to her breast and begins to squeeze, gently kneading the soft flesh and giving her nipple a squeeze. Her left hand stays between her legs, rubbing deeper. There's no doubt what she's doing. Your pace quickens to match hers.

She starts to moan, softly at first. "Oh God yes," she says. "Give it to me, big boy. Oh, you're so good. That's it. Right there. Harder!"

She turns around under the water, bends down and braces herself against the shower wall. You can't believe the incredible view you're getting, but it's even harder to believe what she says next.

"Oh, John! Yes!"

Julia did catch your name as you were letting her in, didn't she? And now she's put you into her fantasy, or else it's a magnificent coincidence.

She turns around again, losing control and letting her moans grow louder as she grabs the shower door frame with one hand and continues to pump herself with the other, letting her tits bounce free. You make no attempt to hide yourself, wanking as furiously as she does.

"Yes, John, Yes! Fuck me! FUCK ME!"

She shudders in the throes of orgasm as she yells, and then leans back to catch her breath. You're about to hide yourself again, when she looks right at you, and- most unexpectedly- smiles.

"You naughty boy," she says. "Standing out there and leaving me all alone?"

"You looked like you were doing all right."

"Well, I'm not done yet- and I think you owe me something for the free show. Get your clothes off and get in here."

You rush to obey her orders, enjoying the heat of her gaze as you strip. Her eyes widen when you take your shirt off, and again when you release your cock.

"I underestimated you," she says, and pulls you into the shower.