I couldn't take my eyes off of her.
Backstory: I had moved in with a good friend, Mike, after my divorce. He was a divorced father of a 20 year old girl named, Natalie. Natalie was away at college most of the time since I had moved in last fall except for around the holidays. She had now come for two weeks to spend spring break at home. Mike was a plant worker who was working swing shift from four in the afternoon and stayed as late as two in the morning, leaving me home with Natalie.
Natalie was a beautiful young lady. She was in college on a volleyball scholarship and had an incredible figure. I knew this because she insisted on wearing very little around the house, usually a small pair of shorts and t-shirt. Along with this, she rarely wore a bra except for the times she went out so mostly I could see her nipples through her shirt at all times. She playfully flirted with me, telling me on multiple occasions that, '.. if I were younger, she'd...', but it usually ended there with a smile on her face.
Fast forward to this evening, I was in the kitchen looking around for an idea to fix for dinner. Since her and I ate together, I usually would throw out an option or two and let her decide. I had settled on either pork chops or chicken fried steak. I went upstairs to ask her opinion when I heard the noise of her showering. I went to speak through the door when I noticed that it was left more than partially opened. I asked her what her thoughts were between the two ideas only she couldn't hear me so she turned off the water. I asked her again but she said that she couldn't decide since she wasn't too hungry.
Catching her reflection in the mirror, it was then that I noticed that she had stepped from the shower. I couldn't take my eyes off of her tight, ebony body. She had a firm belly and nice b-cup titties. Her dark and curly hair flowed down around her neck. As I stood there watched her putting oil on her skin, I squeezed my strained cock through my pants. She was very attractive and I was so turned on. Not wanting to get caught and have to explain to Mike why I was looking at his daughter, I forced myself to walk away and go back downstairs.