Peeking from the Shower

After having to kick my last two roommates out, it was really the only decision I could make. Sure I had a great time drinking and girl chasing with my former two roommates, but in the end, the rent has to get paid. Chris was maybe a little too uptight, too conservative. He was just a straight arrow kind of guy. But I knew, without a doubt, he would pay his share of the rent and that's all I cared about.

One of the other benefits of having Chris around was that he came with a girlfriend that was pretty, personable and helped clean up around the apartment. She would even cook meals. Bonnie was as conservative as Chris, the blond hair pulled back, prim, proper kind of girl, and genuinely nice to have around. She would wear flattering clothes, wool skirts, button up sweaters, always stockings, but nothing ever revealing. They were such straight arrows that when Bonnie slept over, either she or Chris was on the couch.

Chris had been living with me for about three weeks and I casually asked him about it. He answered with, "Well what do you mean, we're not married yet." It was like I had asked him why he breathed. I dropped it.

Working freelance meant that I kept an irregular schedule, which I'm sure drove Chris nuts. I would often wake up after Chris had gone to work early, as usual. Bonnie would be getting ready for her classes at the graduate school she was attending. She was usually in the shower and I would have to wait until she was done to get in the bathroom.

One morning I woke up, she was in the shower, and I had to pee, badly. I tied to wait her out, but I got to the point of not being able to.

I knocked politely on the bathroom door, "Um, Bonnie. Bonnie."

"What, whose that?" she said in a startled voice.

"Um, so how much longer you, ah, going to be."

"Oh, sorry, you scared me a bit. Well I just put soap in my hair. I'm sorry. I'm in your way aren't I?"

"Well, I just have to pee. I don't mean to rush you, but..."

"Oh, um, well just come in. It's fine."

"Really, you sure?" I said stunned. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, don't worry about it."

I pushed open the door and headed straight for the toilet to pee.

"Thanks. Really. I'm not sure if I would have made it."

She giggled. "Don't worry about it. Just don't say anything to Chris, he'd have a bird."

"You got it."

The bathroom was your usual small city bathroom. The bathtub was old and it took two shower curtains to cover all the sides. The curtains were installed non-to expertly by myself.

It was a relief to finally be peeing. I was a little embarrassed for Bonnie. I finished, put myself away and swung around to wash my hands at the sink. As I did I noticed three inch opening between the two shower curtains. I also noticed Bonnie turning in the shower to face the shower head. I got a quick peek at her cute little ass. It must have been all but a second of peeking. I finished washing and couldn't help but take another quick peek and headed out the door.

"Thanks again Bonnie." And I smiled to myself. "You're a life saver."

"No problem, my pleasure." And she paused. "But make sure you..."

"Don't tell Chris." I finished.

And she laughed and I headed out the door. And as I did it kind of dawned on me. If I saw her through that little opening, was she watching me? Nah, not Bonnie. And I went through the door, with my little fantasy in my head.

I was making coffee in the kitchen, and Bonnie stuck her head in.

"See ya, and, um, I really try not to be in the way here, so, if you have to pee when I'm in the shower, um, just come in. Ok?" and I could see her cheeks start getting flush.

"Your no bother around here, really Bonnie. If anything you're a great help. And thanks, I will."

And I thought I saw her trying to repress a smile as she popped her head from the doorway. And I kind of stood there dumbfounded. Maybe she actually was watching. And was she aware of my peeping? I really couldn't see it. It had to be my dirty little mind working overtime.

Over the course of the next few days, nothing else was said. We had talked a few times, but I was busy and Bonnie and Chris were in and out the apartment living their straight arrow lives.

One morning I woke up and heard the shower running and decided to see what would happen. I checked to make sure Chris wasn't around, even though it was 9:30, and I knew he had been gone for hours.

I knocked on the bathroom door. "Hey Bonnie."

"Hi." She said in her usual bright voice. "Need to pee?" She giggled.

'Yeah, is it ok if I come in?"

"Of course."

I walked in and thanked her. And went about my business with the idea in my head that she was watching. Which of course lead to my to my cock growing bit, thus making me take a little longer to finish peeing. I did what I thought was my part and took a little peek through the opening in the curtains. She again was turning and I saw what I thought was a tattoo on her back, about 3/4 down her spine. On my way I confirmed it with another quick peek. Maybe there was more to this girl than I knew.

"Thanks Bonnie." I said on my way out.

"Sure, and you can stop thanking me."

"Ok, ok, I will."

We both laughed as I headed out the door.

It worked out that her shower schedule coincided with my waking three days that week. The second day I made sure I moved little more to the side so she would have a better view if she was looking and my eyes lingered a little longer when I peeked inside the shower. I couldn't get a full view through the opening, but I made sure to get a longer look at her perfect back, cute ass and legs. I wasn't sure how long this little game would last, but I wanted to take advantage of it while it lasted.

By the third day, Friday, I noticed on my way in that the little opening had gotten bigger. The opening was now about six inches and my cock got immediately hard when I walked in. I stood there off to the side, holding it for what seemed like forever waiting for the piss to work its way through my hard cock. Finally it began to stream and at first I had hard time making it into the toilet. After what seemed to take an eternity, I finished and took my requisite glance into the shower. Bonnie was rinsing her hair under the spray and I stood there peering at her beautiful body stretched out before me. She had a big grin on her face as she moved her hand through her hair. My eyes moved down her body to her breasts, stomach and to her little patch of blonde pubic hair. It was probably five seconds, but it seemed like hours. I quickly washed my hands and stole another quick look.

"Hey see ya." Was all I could come up with as I left.

"Yeah, you bet." And I imagined her smiling at how flustered she made me.

Was she really doing this? Hell was I? I thought as walked to my room. Was I really displaying myself for her, and she for me? It was going to be a long weekend.

As usual nothing was said either that day or the next two. The three of us had dinner on Sunday together and I couldn't help but keep picturing Bonnie naked as we ate. I wasn't even sure if Chris had seen her naked yet. I excused myself after dinner to go down to the local bar for a drink. It was getting a little uncomfortable in the apartment.

Bonnie had gone to her apartment on Sunday night and I got home late on Monday night and couldn't be sure if there was someone on the couch. But I woke to the sound of a shower Tuesday morning. I jumped out of bed and didn't bother to put anything on over my boxer shorts.

I knocked on the door wondering if out game was still being played. "Hey Bonnie, mind if I..."

"Come on in!" she almost sang.

"How are things morning?" I asked while walking in.

"Umm just fine, thanks."

I had been hard since my feet hit the floor and I was fully erect while I stood at the toilet waiting to the piss to start. I heard the little rings on the curtain move and could feel Bonnie's eyes on me. After struggling to pee while I was hard and not make too much of a mess, I had to take a peek to my side. There was Bonnie standing in the tub watching me. She just stood there and smiled, watching as the piss flowed into the toilet until the last drops seeped out.

"Why don't you put the lid down, sit and talk to me while I finish up." She said to break the silence. "No, don't put it away. Just sit there."

Bonnie pushed open the curtains. She leaned over and grabbed the soap off the shelf and began to rub the bar across her chest and down her stomach.

"You can stroke it while you watch me if you if you want."

She put the soap down and continued to spread the soap over her body with her hands, stopping to pull gently on her breasts. I just sat there and stroked my cock. She toyed with her cunt, sliding her fingers down through her folds, then back up her stomach. I was stunned and hot. She moved to the edge of the tub and turned so I could watch her soap her ass. She was about a foot from me now. She turned back to face me and bent slightly, and offered the palms of her hands.

"When you cum, just cum in my hands." And she made a little cup shape. "Go ahead, look at me so you cum. Right here."

I stood and stroked faster. I erupted into her hands. She cupped my cock so nothing would leak out and waited for me to stop.

"It's been so long since I felt this." And she brought her hands up to her nose. "It smells so good."

She seemed completely lost in the moment, like I wasn't sitting a foot away. Then she looked right at me with a lusty smile and rubbed my cum all over her tits and stomach. She moved it all over with the palms of her hands like she was soaping up, getting clean. I wanted to touch her, but I knew that wasn't part of the game.

"Thank you." She said and she began to blush a bit and closed the curtains.

"No, thank you Bonnie." And I left.

I sat in my room trying to think of what to say to her when she came out. I heard the door open. Then he front door open and close. She must have had her clothes with her. Chris was leaving for a business trip that night. I wasn't sure when I'd see Bonnie again.