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The Shower
by Seaman (sea-man@ev1.net)

***

Living with relatives can be interesting. (M-solo, 
mast, voy)

***

I was living with my cousin, Gayle. When she had moved 
to this city, she'd needed a place to stay and I'd 
needed help with the rent. We'd known each other all 
our lives and were compatible so started to share a 
place about two years ago.

I had a girlfriend and Gayle quickly attracted a 
boyfriend so we put up a schedule board on the 
refrigerator with discrete symbols meaning the one of 
us would be... entertaining and the other might want to 
come up with something to do outside the apartment for 
the evening. For those spontaneous moments of passion, 
a red cord draped over the doorknob meant the same 
thing. Either way, the festivities were to be moved 
onto a bedroom by midnight so the other could come in 
and go to bed. Any cries of ecstasy that were overheard 
were ignored.

Things went fine for more than a year, then my 
girlfriend and I broke up. It was six months later and 
I was getting horny, especially since Gayle's 
relationship with *her* S.O. was still going fine and 
those cries of passion were all from her bedroom, not 
mine.

Cousin or not, I'd been fantasizing about boffing Gayle 
for months. She was very attractive: tall and slender 
with long dark-blonde hair that she wore in a pony-
tail. She had a fresh-looking face and her ass looked 
fine in the jeans she wore most of the time. 

Her tits were too small for anyone who liked jugs. They 
were no more than AA so Gayle didn't bother with a bra-
-I don't think she owned one. Instead I got the treat 
of their upholstered contour and an occasional sight of 
the points of her nipples under her shirt when she got 
excited or chilly. That was all though; she was very 
discreet about undressing in her bedroom and always 
went clothed to the tiny bathroom we shared when she 
bathed or took a shower. Then one day I hit the 
jackpot.

It was early in the afternoon on a Saturday and Gayle 
had a date with her boyfriend that evening. She hated 
to use a dryer on her hair--she said it dried it out--
so she had the habit of taking a shower early so that 
it could dry in a couple hours by itself. It was summer 
and warm enough to be no problem. 

We had been watching a ball game and a few minutes 
after she left for her shower I got up to rummage in 
the refrigerator. There was no real hallway in the 
apartment. The living room-kitchen area took up the 
whole of the front half and in the rear, the two 
bedroom doors faced each other with the bathroom door 
in between them in a kind of alcove.

I glanced at the bathroom door when I padded by 
barefoot, beer in hand, and to my surprise, it wasn't 
quite closed. The latch hadn't caught and a quarter-
inch band of light streamed out. Within, something 
moved. Scarcely daring to breathe, I slowly moved to 
the door and applied my eye to the crack.

Gayle had stripped to her panties and was brushing her 
teeth at the sink. I had a three-quarter back view of 
her. Her panties were light blue and didn't quite cover 
her ass: A teasing bit of her nether cleavage showed 
above the waistband. I didn't have a direct view of her 
breasts, but luckily the entire wall behind the sink 
was a mirror from the sink counter up, in a vain 
attempt to make the bathroom look bigger. 

Gayle's entire front, boobs included, was reflected in 
that mirror. Too tiny to be called pendulous, they 
still bobbled a bit from the motions of her arm holding 
the toothbrush, her small pink-frosting nipples dancing 
up and down. Instantly my penis stirred in my pants. I 
reached inside and started to caress it inside my 
underwear.

Gayle continued to brush, oblivious. I silently sank to 
my knees, put the nearly forgotten can of beer behind 
me, opened my pants, and pushed them down. By now my 
cock was fully hard and I pushed my jockeys down to let 
it spring free. 

I began to squeeze the rigid shaft rhythmically, 
gripping it just behind the head. My eye was now level 
with her ass, just inches away and I watched, 
hypnotized, as it swayed back and forth a bit while she 
moved. The taut cotton of her panties was stretched 
tight over the twin globes they covered.

Finished with her teeth, in quick succession Gayle 
rinsed the toothbrush, then her mouth, taking the water 
from the glass she kept on the counter. She bent over 
to spit and I got a momentary glimpse of her suspended 
tits while the seat of her panties was stretched as 
tight as a drum. Between her legs her hidden pussy 
bulged and I got the slightest hint of the groove of 
her vulva under the thin cloth. 

When she straightened up, a teasing bit more of her ass 
cleavage was visible, then she walked over to the tub-
shower and rolled the glass door open. All of the 
plumbing, sink, toilet, and showerhead were along the 
same wall, so shifting a bit, and edging the door ever 
so slightly wider, I was able to see her directly as 
well as in the mirror as she started the shower.

She bent over to turn on the taps and I got a longer 
view of her dangling breasts, firm derriere, and the 
bulge of her pussy lips while she adjusted the water's 
flow before she straightened up again. Then she walked 
to the linen closet on the opposite wall and fetched a 
towel. This afforded me a frontal view and I split my 
attention, admiring how her panties tucked around the 
love-mound at the junction of her legs as well as her 
breasts. 

Returning to the shower she hung the towel over the top 
of the shower door then skimmed her panties down and 
stepped out of them to stand nude while she waited for 
the hot water to arrive. We were a long way from the 
building's community water heater and it took a while.

I was completely entranced by the sight of her tight, 
smooth ass. One of my hands was by now slipping up and 
down the six-inch rail of my penis while the other 
cupped my balls in their tight sack. Pre-cum was 
starting to dribble as Gayle idly scratched one hip. No 
sun worshipper, she was the same pale shade from head 
to toe, with no trace of a tan.

Then she bent over again to make her final adjustments. 
For three marvelous seconds I could see right up 
between her slightly spread legs to the cleavage of her 
pussy, and a strong sexual pulse went down my spine to 
the head of my cock. Her outer lips were bare and white 
as the rest of her. I could get just a glimpse of the 
coral lips of her vulva in between. 

I stopped stroking to keep from cumming too soon but I 
fantasized them glistening from foreplay and me 
standing behind her, guiding my cock up her pussy, 
pulling on her hips to drive in deeply.

The moment passed and, happy with the temperature, 
Gayle pulled the plunger to direct the water out the 
shower head, straightened up a third time, and stepped 
into the tub. She pivoted as she pulled the door shut 
and for the merest fraction of a second I glimpsed her 
pubes. The hair was brown, darker than that on her 
head, and surprisingly sparse; I could see the cleavage 
of her mons through it. I was disappointed. When 
fantasizing about fucking her I'd imagined her with a 
lush bush.

Behind the glass Gayle turned a few times, wetting down 
her body. Although the shower door was supposed to be 
translucent, it wasn't really, especially when wet. Her 
outline was blurred but I could still make out the pink 
points of her nipples and the darker patch of her pubic 
hair as they came into view, alternating with the 
cleavage of her ass. 

I tore my eyes away long enough to stand, step out of 
my trousers and shorts. Naked from the waist down I 
knelt, reapplied my eye to the crack, and began to 
slowly masturbate as I watched.

By now Gayle had picked the soap up from the caddy that 
hung from the showerhead and was working up a lather. 
Putting the soap back, she washed her face, scrubbing 
the foam in with her fingertips. A moment to rinse and 
she dried her face with the end of the towel that hung 
over the top of the shower door. Then, turning her back 
to the shower's flow, she started on the rest of her 
body. 

Renewing the soapy lather as needed she worked her way 
up her arms, onto her shoulders and in her armpits, 
then down her front, over her jiggling breasts and the 
flat plane of her belly. As she covered herself with 
lather I slid my hand up and down the length of my 
hard-on, imagining that it was me doing her ablutions.

Gayle turned her front back under the spray and rinsed, 
rapidly passing her hands over herself to catch all of 
the suds, making her tits quiver again. Though too 
blurry to see it, in my imagination her nipples erected 
under her touch. Then she started again from the feet 
up, working her way from her calves, to her knees, 
thighs, and finally her sex, spreading her knees 
slightly to wash her outer pussy before slipping 
farther back to do her ass.

A moment later she was rinsing again, spreading her 
legs and splashing water up into her pubic region then 
rubbing it down to ensure all of the soap was gone. My 
penis pulsed a bit as I imagined, again, my own fingers 
combing through her sexual flesh. Then she was turning 
around to let the water cascade over the globes of her 
ass.

After all that rinsing, Gayle picked up the bar of soap 
again and reapplied it to both armpits. A moment to put 
down the soap and pick up the disposable razor she kept 
on the caddy, and she was shaving her pussy hair, first 
one pit, then the other. I could see her hand and 
forearm above the top rail of the shower door as she 
passed the razor up several times through the under-
hollow of her arm. A thrill rose in me as I abused my 
cock and watched her intimate toilette.

Gayle rinsed again, then picked up the soap yet another 
time. This time she applied it to her pubic area and 
another thrill went through me as she picked up the 
razor again. The mystery of the sparse bush was solved. 
Never in my wildest fantasies had I imagined her shaved 
yet this was obviously an old ritual with her as the 
razor passed familiarly over the vee of her mons, 
stripping it of the pubic stubble that had accumulated. 
She then spread her knees again and ever so carefully 
denuded her pussy lips, reaching in deep with the sharp 
razor and drawing it out several times.

I almost climaxed as I pictured her bare love mound 
being tickled by my own pubic hair as I slid my cock's 
entire length up her pussy. I stopped stroking to 
squeeze my penis, simulating her climax and prolonging 
my pleasure. Gayle put up the razor and rinsed again, 
splashing water up into her naked genitals. Then she 
opened the bottle of shampoo, poured out a handful, 
and, stepping out of the shower's flow, applied it to 
her hair. She turned towards me as she worked the 
lather in, affording a frontal view of her body. 

The brown pubic patch was gone; her mons was now the 
same shade as the rest of her body. The sight through 
the shower door was too blurry to make out the cleft in 
the middle I knew was there, but the creases of the Y 
at the top of her thighs could be seen. I started 
stroking slowly again. The pre-cum oozed out the slit 
at the end of my penis, almost white as I neared 
orgasm.

Then Gayle bent forward at the waist, flipping her hair 
forward over her head so she could work the lather in 
to the ends. This tucked her pubis in and I shifted my 
attention to her suspended breasts. They swayed as she 
passed her hands rhythmically down the length of her 
mane then danced when she vigorously massaged her 
scalp, the pink nipples bouncing up and down with her 
motions.

Still hunched over, she swiveled clockwise to put her 
head under the spray and rinse. This direction made her 
ass pass by close to the blurring shower door and my 
cock pulsed again as my mind's eye clarified the sight, 
affording me another view of her pussy lips. I stopped 
stroking again as the orgasmic tickle became stronger, 
trying to get the timing of my climax right.

Finished rinsing, Gayle stood upright, flipping her wet 
hair behind her, then turned the water off. On the 
verge of cumming, I poised. My free hand groped and 
found my empty jockey shorts. She rolled open the door.

I'd never seen a shaved woman before. Her naked pussy 
mound bulged at the base of her belly before tucking 
between her thighs, divided by the cleft in the middle. 
The tickle inside me burst at the sight. Eyes riveted 
on that sexual spot, I had time for one final stroke 
before my penis pulsed and a solid stream of semen 
spurted out. Luckily I was ready and caught it in my 
shorts. 

I tore my eyes from the door and looked down as several 
more white globs arced out of my cock to soak the white 
cotton of the underwear clenched in my other hand. My 
orgasm finished with a feeble twitching and I milked my 
slackening penis; the last few drops of cum dribbled 
out to be wiped off.

Trembling, I looked one last time through the crack. 
Gayle was still standing in the tub, drying herself 
with the towel picked up off the top rail. One foot was 
on the tub's edge as she dried it and her calf. Then 
she swung her leg wide as she reached her thigh and my 
cock pulsed one last time as her vulva opened and I 
caught a glimpse of her clitoral hood.

It was time to go before she caught me. Praying my 
knees wouldn't crack, I stood, collected my trousers, 
and opened the door as silently as I could to my room. 
There I tossed the soaked jockey shorts into the 
laundry basket then drew my pants over my now-drained 
cock. Pausing to recover the can of beer I nipped to 
the sofa in front of the TV just as Gayle came out of 
the bathroom.

"Who's ahead?" she asked as she sat at the other end of 
the couch and combed her wet hair to arrange it for 
drying. I glanced over at her. The points of her erect 
nipples showed under the t-shirt she'd put on. I hoped 
she didn't look at my lap where a small dark spot 
betrayed my recent ejaculation.

"Uh, still Cleveland by two," I said. At least that's 
what the score had been a few minutes ago. 

With great effort I returned back to the ballgame. The 
vision of Gayle's body occupied my mind.

END

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