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.
In a matter of seconds the toilet flushed and then I could hear the sink faucet running. I was working up something funny to recover from the mutual awkwardness when the water eventually stopped, but it just kept running. After a full minute of waiting I peeked around the corner again. She was pulling her hair back in a pony tail, and she was nude! "Ellie!" I exclaimed as she shut off the faucet.
"Shut up," she said, "I'm coming in there with you."
I was in shock as she rounded the corner into the shower, walked right by me and grabbed my elbow with hers and then pulled me in. She turned on the water in a way that revealed she had a familiar water setting, because it was nearly perfect within a few seconds. She then pulled me the rest of the way into the warm spray.
I was stunned by the circumstances, but also mesmerized by her striking tan lines where a bikini must have protected beautiful, surprisingly white skin while the sun turned the rest its beautiful olive brown color. Her dark, dark eyes looked directly into mine as she said, "I've thought about you like this many times, and sometimes when I was right here alone in this shower."
"I can't believe you even notice me, but..." and I was interrupted by her kiss. She had to come up on her toes to reach my face, but also pulled my head toward her. I couldn't have resisted even if I had thought of it. My mind was racing as she pulled me closer. I had no experience with women other than my girlfriend, with whom I had been attached for going on three years. But nerves did not prevent what was next, and soon I was hard and pointing straight up between us, rubbing against the subtle curve of her belly.
The sprays in this shower came from two heights on three sides. I blocked the back wall spray from hitting her face as the sides warmed both of us in the cool air. Suddenly, I pulled away and worried aloud, "My parents!"
