The shower was running and the bathroom door was slightly open. Steam poured onto the hallway from underneath and around the jarred door. Flipping the hall light on, I saw the noticeable damp film on the door’s enamel white paint. My parent’s room was on the other side of the house with its own bathroom so I knew it was either my dumb sister or our house guest.
I turned the light back off, grabbed my box of baseball cards out of my room, kicked off my flip flops, and sat outside my door on the hall carpet.
My room was the first in line of three bedrooms running down the hall so I could sit right outside and not bring too much attention to myself. If it was Sis showering, I’d at least chance a peek at her 16 year old velvety white skin.
Sis was a total Emo-phite with her dark black spiky hair, the usual white powdery makeup and black eyeliner, but out of the shower, her body was a milky smoothness that was very pleasing to the eye. I’ve, on a number of occasions, snuck peeks at her dressing in her room and or changing her clothes in the laundry room, and once did see her drying her smooth, naked body through an open bathroom door.
Our rooms were right next to each other with the bathroom directly in front of hers so often times we’ve walked by with the bathroom door open and the other inside.
Sis was around 5’ 7’’ and weighed about 120 pounds with very good size 34D breasts and matching round hips.
I remembered once seeing Sis facing away from me just inside the opened bathroom, bent over drying her legs and catching a view of her dark haired pussy and parted ass cheeks exposing a pink luscious asshole that seemed to be winking right at me. Her breasts hanging firmly, bouncing up and down as she leisurely stroked her legs of all moisture. I watched for what seemed like minutes (more than likely she knew I was there all along and allowed me to get as much of an eyeful as I wanted). I finally casually turned and ran to the other bathroom in the house and spanked my raging hard on, armed with visions of her awesome ass bouncing up and down. I’m pretty sure I dented the enamel of the toilet that day with my load of semen, launched with rocket force from my throbbing cock. I can honestly say, I’ve looked at Sis a lot differently since then, but who I really wanted to see come out of the bathroom was Gisela.
Since the most recent time I saw her, walking through the arrival gate at the airport, that long, blonde hair held back by a baseball cap. Those sparkling, bright, hazel eyes and that inquisitive grin she gave me, I knew eventually a physical encounter of some kind was bound to happen between us.
Gisela was a transfer student from Mexico City staying with us for the school year. Actually, she was family more than anything. She and her parents would visit often throughout the years so our two families became really close and I got to see this goddess grow before my very eyes into the sensual creature she is now. Her Dad, a transplanted German executive working in a VW manufacturing plant, had lived in Mexico with his family for the past 10 years. My father had struck up a friendship by way of a work related correspondence that began with an email and later evolving into life long family bond. A tie that still holds true today.
Gisela was here to practice up on her English and to play against better competition. As an accomplished high-level junior tennis player, she was on track to be offered multiple scholarships from a number of southern California universities if not go straight into the pro ranks.
She came out of the shower and walked directly out of the bathroom, made a quick right heading down the hall toward her room, looking without a care in the world, dripping wet, barely taking the time to cover up.
(My prayers were answered! Thank you Lord! I was now in the presence of one of your greatest creations exactly how she was meant to be seen…completely naked and moist from the steaming hot shower she had just stepped out of.)
The towel she carried was slowly being used to soak up the wettest parts of her glistening form.