ALL CHARACTERS ARE AT LEAST 18 YEARS OF AGE OR OLDER.
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I awoke to an empty bed and the urge to pee.
I could hear the water running in the bathroom, so I knocked. "Come on in," Jenna's voice echoed from the shower.
Her head poked out from behind the shower curtain as I entered. "Hey, good morning. Hope you don't mind; figured I'd freshen up while you slept."
"No problem," I yawned, "but do you mind if I take a piss?"
"Knock yourself out," she shrugged.
I lifted the seat and was about to pull out my dick when I noticed Jenna still looking at me openly from behind the curtain.
"You gonna watch?"
"Maybe," she smirked.
I studied her for a moment, trying to figure out if she was serious or not, then decided I didn't care. Or at least my bladder didn't. It just wanted relief.
Still, it took me a good twenty seconds after I'd pulled out my slightly swollen penis before I could let go, but finally it started to flow.
I felt Jenna's eyes on me and again I looked in her direction. She was just standing there, wet hair dripping down her adorable face, watching me piss with a big goofy grin.
"You seem to be enjoying yourself," I said wryly. "Didn't realize you were so kinky."
"Oh there's plenty you don't know about me yet," she winked, then ducked back behind the curtain and continued her shower as my last few drops of urine dripped into the bowl.
"Do me a favor," I called out as I washed my hands, "flush the toilet when you're done. I don't wanna screw up the water temperature for you."
"Thanks, will do. I'm almost done," she called back.
I was incredibly tempted to take a peek at her behind the curtain; I mean, she'd gotten fully naked for me for the first time last night, so she was obviously feeling very comfortable now. Still, I thought she might still see it as an invasion of privacy, so instead I simply left and headed to the kitchen.
I put a pot of coffee on, then rooted around my fridge to see what supplies I had for breakfast. I decided I should probably ask Jenna what she'd like.
I noticed the water had stopped running as I rapped on the door.
I was about to just speak through the door when it opened and Jenna stood there facing me. "What's up?" She was completely naked except for the towel wrapped around her head.
My jaw dropped and my voice stuck in my throat. She seemed utterly unfazed by my reaction. "Did you need something?"
"Yeah, um, breakfast. Wanted to know if you wanted French toast or just eggs and bacon?"
"French toast, please." As the door started to close, she called out, "and bacon?"
"Sure," I replied to the already closed door.
Dazed, I made my way back to the kitchen, and had just started preparing the ingredients when Jenna came into the living room, still naked except for the towel on her head.
"Left my brush and makeup in my purse," she explained as she retrieved it. She started to turn back towards the hall, but paused. "Do you have a hair dryer?"
"Um, bathroom cabinet under the sink."
"Thanks," she smiled, then went back down the hall, her bare round bottom swaying as she sauntered away.
I didn't realize I'd been holding my breath until I exhaled. She had to know what she was doing to me, right? Sure, she'd teased me many times over the past several weeks, but nothing like this.
Or maybe she wasn't teasing. Maybe she was simply comfortable enough around me now to be open and free with her nudity. She hadn't dropped any hints or said anything provocative in an attempt to work me up. She'd simply taken a shower, and was now drying her hair. No big deal, right?
I went back to preparing breakfast, and was about to start up the burner when I realized I was still wearing only my sweat shorts. Not wanting to cook bare chested, I went back to my bedroom to get a shirt.
Jenna was in my room, standing in front of my dresser mirror, blow drying her hair. She was still gloriously naked.
I paused at the door, drinking in the view. Her back arched as she worked the dryer with one hand, her brush with the other, and my eyes traced the outline of her spine down to her rounded bottom, fair and firm and smooth, the tiny birthmark on her upper left cheek the only "flaw."
Her legs were long considering her short stature, their color only slightly darker than that of her ass, her thighs and calves rounded and well toned.
In the mirror I could see her breasts, as fair skinned as her bum, jiggling as she moved.
I was unsure if I should enter, and realized I was being ridiculous; I wasn't barging in on her like some pervert trying to sneak a peek. She'd left the door wide open.
Jenna saw me coming up behind her in the mirror, turned off the hair dryer, and smiled warmly. "What's up?"
"Just...just need a shirt. Gonna be frying bacon, and..."
"Ah, yeah, smart move," she said.
She stepped aside only slightly as I rummaged through my drawer. My face was mere inches from her bare, flat belly, and I had to steer my eyes away from the path they were following down towards her rounded, downy mound and pink cleft to focus on picking a shirt.
I pulled my shirt over my head. When I finished adjusting it, Jenna leaned in and planted a soft but quick kiss on my lips, then went back to drying her hair.
I stole another look at her sexy unclad ass, and this time I felt no need to resist the urge to give it a playful swat.
Jenna jumped in surprise. "Hey, down boy," she giggled, "I gotta finish my hair or it'll be a mess all day." Her glowing eyes and smile let me know she wasn't at all upset by my light spank.
I wandered back to the kitchen with a goofy grin on my face and a semi erect cock in my shorts.
On my way, I turned the thermostat up a bit. The air conditioning was on, and I didn't want it too chilly in the place. Just in case. Because it didn't seem like Jenna was in any rush to put her clothes back on.
Jenna appeared again just as I was plating our food. Her hair was dry, brushed, and held back by the same butterfly clip she'd worn last night. And again, it was the only thing she was wearing.
She'd also done her make-up, and I found myself admiring how simply yet effectively it highlighted her features. Jenna always seemed to use her make-up sparingly, enough to add to her beauty without overdoing it.
"Smells yummy." Jenna was just about to take a seat at my kitchen table when she paused. "Should I get a towel to sit on, or maybe a Snuggie?" she gestured comically, poking fun at how I'd obsessed about not sitting naked on her furniture that morning after the storm.
"As long as you washed your ass, darlin'," I chuckled.
Jenna spun around and wiggled her butt at me, then gave herself a light spank. "Clean as a baby's bottom," she chirped.