Written By: Otazel
Kevin got home that day from his run on the beach feeling hot, sweaty and tired, and in need of a shower. He called hello as he came through the door, expecting at least someone to be home. He had to be a little careful these days as Cassie and Paul, two of his parent’s closest friends, were staying while their own home was repaired after flood damage. His folks had a fairly easy going attitude to occasional family nudity, but he could hardly walk around naked if the others were home.
Nobody answered his call and he assumed that they must be in the yard enjoying the early evening breeze and the warm sunshine, for the door would hardly have been open if the house was empty. He intended to join them as soon as he had cleaned up, changed and found himself a beer. His mother didn’t approve of him drinking beer, but then she didn’t really approve of her little boy becoming an eighteen year old adult either.
He ran upstairs to his bedroom, shucked off his clothes, leaving them in an untidy heap on the floor and, shrugged a bathrobe around his shoulders just in case and headed for the shower.
It wasn’t until he opened the bathroom door that he realised that the shower was already occupied. A smooth shiny female back showed itself through the steam and frosted glass to tell him that he’d found at least one of them. He stood transfixed, staring at Cassie and wondering why she hadn’t locked the bathroom door as had been her usual habit while she stayed with them.
Without thinking he eased the door closed behind him and stood leaning on it, feeling his heart begin to race with nervous excitement, glad that the white towelling robe provided camouflage against the white bathroom door and allowed him to watch Cassie’s showering undiscovered. Her actions fascinated him, his eyes following avidly as she soaped herself, turning sideways to him as she did so and unknowingly letting him see her breasts, lifted, squeezed and rubbed by her soapy hands. Her hands ran along across her belly and down her thighs, along her arms and under them, everywhere, soaping and rubbing her skin, almost as if massaging herself. She was naked and he was nearly so, and the implications of that were making his cock begin to unfurl beneath his robe.
He shook himself mentally, telling himself to stop thinking along those lines – she was his mother’s friend for God’s sake. But she was turning beneath the flow, moving herself to let the stream of water pour all over her to sluice away the soap and showing him a clearer view of her breasts in the process. He stood, unable to take his eyes away as she turned again until she was three quarters facing him, her brown nipples and dark curly bush discernible through the glass.
He drew in a sudden breath as she soaped her hands and, parting her knees a little began to wash her pussy, reaching between her legs and rubbing at that most intimate part. Then, to his excited surprise, she reached up, unhooked the shower head and concentrated it between her legs to play the jet against her pussy, leaning one hand against the glass