“Well, it still hurts like hell, but it doesn’t seem to have swelled up to badly. So, I actually had been running for a while when I twisted my ankle, and I’d love to hop in the shower and rinse off. The thing is, I know this is a little weird, but I’m really nervous that I’d slip and fall in the shower and hurt myself worse. Do you think you’d mind just sitting in the bathroom with me while I take a shower?”
“Umm… sure thing, my shower door is just glass, but I guess I could, like, avert my eyes or something. Here let me grab you a towel.” You walk over to the closest nearest the bathroom and grab a large green towel, which you sling over your shoulder. Jennifer manages to stand up from her chair, but puts her hand out to you. Once again you put your arm around her waist and walk her to the bathroom.
“Ok, just sit down, I think I can undress without your support.”
“Of course, sure, I’ll just step out until you’re ready.”
“Nonsense, just have a seat and you can avert your eyes if you want. You’re really a surprisingly sweet boy to be concerned for my modestly, but I’d rather have you in here than protect my honor.”
As if to make her point, she began sliding her jogging shorts and underwear down over her butt before you had a chance look down. She was half turned away from you, so you only got a side view. Jennifer has a very skinny waist, and a butt to match. It’s almost an extension of her incredibly long legs, which you get a nice look at as you lower your eyes to the ground.
In your mind you imagine the view of her ass from behind. She’s skinny enough that she would have a substantial gap between her legs, and you’d be able to see her pussy even without her bending over at all. Your imagination is interrupted by the sight of Jennifer’s jogging jacket, hitting the ground, swiftly followed by her tank top and sports bra. You could feel your chin being pulled up by the knowledge that there’s a gorgeous naked woman standing directly in front of you, but you manage to control yourself for now.
The door to the shower swings open, and Jennifer turns on the water, taking a moment to adjust the temperature before carefully stepping inside. The inside of your shower is quite large, more than enough room for two people, and in one corner there is actually a tiled bench.
“You didn’t even peek once, Robert. You really are a perfect gentleman. Though I have to admit, my ego is a little bruised. I tend to think that I’m pretty attractive, but I guess I’m not quite tempting enough”
With this last comment, you glance at the shower, as much out of surprise as anything. You can see basically see straight through the glass door, though you can’t make out details because of the water on the glass. You can see Jennifer’s breasts, which are small, but actually quite prominent on her skinny frame.
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