Chapter Three
As I opened my front door & stepped into the small porch, my mind was consumed with the thought of being seen from that fire escape and how I could make a 'naughty show' look inadvertent or should I be really overt. The butterflies sensation in my tummy was in full swarm mode, although I do believe the collective noun is a 'kaleidoscope'. The swarm was taking over my clitoris too as I tingled there like never before at the thought of it. I could feel it pulsing. I was imaging all sorts of things I could do, but, I would have to plan a strategy that would, initially anyway, make it look as if I was 'caught' dressing, undressing, letting a towel slip, applying oil my skin, drying my hair after a shower, perhaps even touching myself or using 'a toy' unaware of course that I was being watched from the fire escape.
All three of my windows at the rear of the house had venetian blinds on them. My first thought was that I could raise them high enough so that my body could be seen either standing or sitting but my head and obviously my face would remain hidden by subtly tilted slats on the blind. 'Stop, stop, stop'!! I blurted out loud to myself. I had to yet find out if there were regular times when someone (Mark) would be out for a ciggie or was it possibly used for access or deliveries if my thoughts were correct regards there being a storage space down the corridor I had a sneak peek of when the upstairs door in the social club was ajar. The problem was, I didn't know, but I would find out.
I needed that shower to help relax and clear my mind. I mainly used the back bedroom upstairs as a dressing (and of course an undressing) room. I had two large wardrobes full of clothes to the left of the door as one entered and two equally sizeable chests of drawers against the wall to the left of the large sash window. I had a dressing table with a classic folding three-piece mirror above it and below, a four legged padded stool sat underneath in the space between the drawers. The dresser was positioned diagonally in the corner space, of about three feet against the wall to the right of the large sash window facing the fire escape. It was ideal for applying make-up or doing my hair due to the copious amount of light afforded. Another few feet away was the end of a double bed I always kept made up in case friends wanted to stop over. It was directly in front of the window. I pulled on the cords to open the slats on the venetian fully leaving the slats in a horizontal position and looked out at the fire escape. It couldn't have been much more than 30 feet away across the back alley between the buildings. Anyone on it must surely be able to see into my room. The venetian blind was fully down so I pulled on the other cord at the right hand side & raised it up to neck height. I tilted the slats to the point where I could still see out but I was certain that my face would remain obscured. The back bedroom, (my dressing room has a better ring to it) has a 'big light', as we say up north, in the centre of the 13ft high ceiling and is the main illumination of all of the bedrooms and communal or reception rooms in most houses. With the venetian blinds half way down I thought it would be better to have the light on, just to make sure I could see where I was going (nothing to do with wanting someone to see in of course). Now, for that shower!
I undressed. Well, I didn't have much on to start with. I tossed the floral summer dress into the wash basket and took off the little panties I was wearing. I threw them in with the dress and walked naked to the bathroom. I had this room fully refurbished when I moved in. It was a fully tiled wet-room with a free standing bath and separate showering area. It cost a fortune but was so worth it. What girl doesn't love a long soak & plenty of pamper space. Above the washbasin was a large mirror with four round spotlights above. I looked at myself in the mirror and was still pleasantly pleased with the reflection coming back at me. My shoulder length black hair was lustrous and was in stark contrast to my pale skin tone. I've never been one for overly sunning myself. I love my silky, milky white skin. My early-forties face could certainly pass for a few years younger, my breasts were full and still acceptably firm, my large round aerolas & bullet like nipples were the jewels on the crowns so to speak, my waist was narrow and my abdomen firm. Looking down at my pubic area, I could see a little stubble beginning to show. My legs, possibly due to my height, were long, slender and still one of my best features. I turned to look over my shoulder at my bum and much to my relief, I saw no evidence of sagging or thank God, cellulite. My jogging and regular workouts were worth the effort. I walked into the shower area and turned on the water. I had four shelf areas recessed into the tiled walls which held all manner of necessities a lady needs to keep on top of her 'beauty regime'. I stepped into the spray.
When I had the bathroom done, I had specified that the showerhead should have a number of settings from a regular flow to a softer rain shower to three further incrementally higher-pressure massage settings. I tended to leave the showerhead on just a regular flow and adjust as I felt I wanted when in there. The water was warm, not too hot and very welcome as it cascaded over my body. First, as always, I washed my hair, rinsed thoroughly and used a exfoliating pouf to wash my body with a Moulton Brown Ylang Ylang shower gel. I rinsed off and wiped my eyes with my fingers. I picked up my Venus shaving gel (other brands are available) and lathered my armpits first and shaved. I enjoyed shaving. I loved running my fingers over my smooth and very sensitive skin. I have used depilatory products previously but the sensation of running blades (however safe) under my arms, on my legs, pussy & bum and then the sensation of touching freshly shaved skin is literally, sensational!
