After more than a year together, watching Ellie undress still made Matt feel the same way. He'd still get that nervous jolt of excitement when he realised she was pulling down her skirt, or reaching for a clasp, and he was feeling it right now.
The two of them had just been for a run, so it was no surprise to see Ellie peeling her shirt away from her skin - still shimmering with sweat - as she prepared for a shower. Matt followed suit, removing his top quickly to make sure he didn't miss anything.
Next came the sports bra. It didn't have a clasp, so Ellie simply slid it up over her lightly-freckled chest. She quietly sighed with relief as her pale breasts bobbled, free from their constraints.
Matt couldn't help himself staring. Her pink nipples were hard, perhaps from the sudden cool of the bathroom, maybe from their workout, or possibly because she was feeling the same nervous anticipation as him, ready to share in their nakedness.
Ellie didn't have the largest chest, she was a slim girl and her boobs were no exception. But she was far from flat. There was still more than enough to cup your hand underneath, and right now, that was exactly what Matt wanted to do.
"You perv!" Ellie giggled, after turning her head to catch him gawking. She played coy, covering herself with her arms and turning away from him.
The pair certainly weren't strangers when it came to each other's bodies, but Ellie could be a bit shy. She covered it up with jokes and playfulness, but Matt could always see the truth in her reddening cheeks.
"Sorry," Matt apologised. "You know I can't help it, though. Every inch of you is just so beautiful."
"Stop!" Ellie laughed, her ears almost maroon at this point. "Come on, the water is nearly warm, let's not waste it."
With that, she returned to the task of undressing, still facing away.
Ellie was well aware Matt was back to staring, and he could see her bend over a bit more than necessary as she slipped her hands into her shorts and under her panties, before sliding both down with her thumbs in one smooth and steady motion.
Once again, Matt marvelled at his girl. Her soft-but-firm bottom cheeks caught the light, and he almost glimpsed a hint of her pussy lips as she leant forward. Then her butt jiggled away as she bounced towards the tub.
With one more hop she was in, quickly pulling the curtain behind her and moving under the water.
Still half-clothed, Matt hastily went about removing his socks, shorts and boxers. Unsurprisingly, he was hard. Stepping over to their shower bath, he looked down at Ellie's grey underwear. The colour made it easy to see a distinct dark patch in the middle.
Matt pulled back the shower curtain just enough to peek inside. Ellie's body was now dripping wet, as she let the water rush over her face and through her blonde hair.
After a couple more seconds admiring, Matt climbed in behind her. He reached out and pulled her body towards him and into a hug, kissing the side of her neck and resting his penis against her back.
She squealed protestations and wriggled away - it seemed they were still playing their game.
"Okay, I'll leave you alone," Matt conceded. "Just let me under the water, will you?"
Ellie gave an exaggerated sigh and inched across to make room.
Their ceiling-mount shower had seemed totally unnecessary to Matt when he first saw it. What difference did it make whether the water came down from the ceiling or a bracket on the wall?
He'd soon caught onto the benefits when he realised it meant he and Ellie could shower at the same time. The falling water spread wide enough to cover much of both of them, as long as they each stood a bit to the side.