I opened the bathroom door a crack and watched her through the transparent shower curtain. A part of me regretted not seeing her pull off her clothes but I didn’t want to risk her seeing the door move. Waiting awhile was the safer move and it turned out to be the correct one. The sound of water rushing through the shower head masked an unexpected squeak from the door’s hinges.
I still got a good view of her backside as she was leaning forward and washing shampoo out of her red hair. I badly wanted to rush in and bury my face into her vulnerable flesh but I knew that it would be so much better if I was patient.
Instead, I watched. I saw her flick her hair back and grew jealous of the stream of water that followed her curves and flowed between her cheeks. She started to turn and I got excited at the glimpse of her large breasts. Too large for me to see her nipples past the sideboob but I wasn’t about to complain.
But then she turned back and grabbed a loofah. She started lathering herself while still facing away. I contemplated opening the door more but my hesitation was rewarded by the beautiful redhead turning.