During my junior year of college, my parents bought a new home in a rural subdivision outside of the small city where I was born. The house was designed with their involvement, and it was a wonderful place to visit. My twin sister and I went to different colleges, but we were both within two hours, and we also both used it as a refuge when we needed to find quiet space or decompress.
As my classes ended late morning one Friday in my senior year, I considered my weekend options. My relationship with my girlfriend Kathy was deteriorating and I knew that making plans that night, whether with her or others, was likely to involve drama. As I walked home to my apartment from class I decided it was one of those times I'd rather be elsewhere, and I didn't even go inside. Instead I went straight to my car and headed home, unannounced. I didn't even call Kathy.
As much as he enjoyed us, I think my dad thrived on being an empty nester and didn't always appreciate unscheduled visits. But it was certainly fun to surprise my mom; she treated both of us like royals. On the way home I came up with a few ideas to entertain them with a delivery or a dinner out, but in the end I arrived with only a bottle of Sauvignon Blanc, my mom's favorite in Spring and Summer.
I arrived just after 7pm. The door was locked and I let myself in. It was a cool night - maybe in the 60's - but all the windows were closed, although the temperature was cool inside the house also. I ventured through the kitchen and down the hallway to the garage and saw that my dad's car was gone. I called around for my mom but there was no answer. I helped myself to a beer and wandered around to see what was new, and then decided to have a shower while I waited for them to return.
In the plans for the house, my parents created a separate suite for my sister and me, with mostly similar bedrooms and matching bathrooms. But seeing that I was alone, I instead grabbed my shower kit and went down the hall to the guest suite that had an enormous walk-in shower, almost 5ft by 8ft with multiple spray heads. I like to think of myself as utilitarian with military-like efficiency, but no one could deny how awesome that shower was.
I took off my glasses, undressed and then walked into the shower. Before turning on the water I thought to go grab my razor and shave in the luxury of the full shower spray. I came back out to the open area and reached into my shower kit just as the door burst open.
I made a vain attempt to cover as the rush of activity filled the room. I scampered into the large, door-less shower room, spun around and leaned back with my head around the corner. It was Ellie, the neighbor who brought in the mail and looked after the house when my parents travelled.
We both started at the same time. I offered "Ellie, I'm sorry to surprise..." as she, standing there with both hands covering her mouth said, "John, I didn't know...".
I let her continue after she started over. "John, I didn't know you were here. I had to pee...Actually I really have to pee - can you excuse me and then I'll explain?" I withdrew into the shower, still blushing, imagining what was next as I listened to what was happening and waiting for her to continue.
Ellie is petite yet curvy, Latina but with exotic indigenous features. As a kid I had always noticed her, but she was about 11 or 12 years older, and thereby always out of my league, so never really a part of my fantasies. But all I could think of is how I would face her next, now that she had seen me fully nude, front and back.
