Nicky pushed opened the back-door to Bob's house. It was Tuesday so she had at least three hours before Bob, her landlord, returned from his weekly trip to town. Three hours to do some washing, have a hot shower and grab some food before Bob returned with his groceries, animal feed and fuel. Nicky lived in a caravan on Bob's farm. Every other day Nicky had to bathe using a basin and a sponge but on Tuesdays she took the opportunity to 'play house' while Bob was out.
Nicky pulled down her pink lace panties and threw them in the washing machine with her other dirty clothes. After a quick lunch of odds and ends (including a beer she thought Bob would not miss) she hung her wet clothes on the balcony to dry then went to the bathroom and started the shower. She untied the sarong she used as a dress and let it fall to the ground. She looked at herself in the mirror as she ran her fingers through her hair. She smiled approvingly at the shape of her breasts and hips, the flatness of her tummy.
Nicky jumped into the stream of hot water and drifted into bliss.
Bob on the other hand was not having a good day.
He had broken down on the way into town and had left his mobile at home on the charger. He walked some of the way home but eventually got a lift back to near his house. He thanked the driver and walked up his driveway.
The first thing he noticed when he opened the front door was the clean, soapy smell in the air. Then he heard the water running. He instinctively moved towards the sound. The clean smell increasing with each step. The sound was coming from the bathroom opposite his bedroom. As he approached the bathroom he saw the clothes drying on the balcony through the opened bedroom door. He stopped, then smiled as he recognised some of the clothes.
Nicky.
He had always wanted to see Nicky's undies; and her naked body.
Bob held his breath as he slowly peered around the edge of the half-opened bathroom door. His heart almost stopped as he took in the scene before him. There was Nicky standing in the shower her back turned slightly towards the open door. She was humming a tune to herself as her fingers lathered her hair. Bob's eyes roamed all over her body; her legs, the soft curve of her waist and hips; her firm round butt. With Nicky's arms raised Bob could clearly see the side of Nicky's breast and he longed to see more. As if reading his mind Nicky turned around. Bob instinctively ducked his head back around the edge of the door. Had she seen him? He waited a few seconds and then slowly peered back around the door. Nicky was now facing him but had her eyes closed and her head back as she rinsed the soap out of her hair with her fingers. Bob's eyes drank in her beauty. Nicky's raised arms gave Bob a perfect view of her gorgeous breasts. Her nipples protruded through the stream of warm soapy water cascading down her body.
Bob's eyes followed the water down across her flat toned tummy, the curve of her hips and the trimmed triangle between. Bob reached down and gave his growing bulge a squeeze as he imagined touching Nicky's beautiful body. Nicky turned around again and fumbled for the bottle of hair conditioner. She then massaged some into her wet hair. Bob continued to squeeze his cock through his pants as he admired her butt once more. She then grabbed some shower gel and started washing her body; Her arms, her breasts her tummy. Bob was mesmerised as he watched Nicky's hands roam across her lovely body. She then washed between her legs. One soapy hand ran up and down between her arse cheeks while the other cleaned her pussy. Bob watched excitedly as Nicky moved the hand from her arse up to her breast giving each nipple a quick squeeze while her other hand still massaged her pussy. She then arched her back and rubbed her breasts briefly with both hands before turning around and rinsed the conditioner from her hair. Bob once again ran his eyes up and down her lithe body while he imagined what he would do with her.
As Nicky started to wipe the water from her eyes Bob retreated back behind the door. He heard the shower stop. When he peeped around the door again he could see Nicky bent over drying herself. Bob watched her breasts jiggle as she vigorously rubbed her hair dry. He thought about just rushing in and grabbing her but he was enjoying the show too much he didn't want it to end. Besides, he had plenty of time.
Eventually Nicky stood up and wrapped the towel around herself. Bob retreated into the bedroom opposite the bathroom and waited behind the door.
Nicky came into the room dressed only in her towel. As she walked across the room Bob stepped out from behind her and said. "Nice to see you Nicky."
Nicky yelped and whirled around, her eyes and mouth wide in surprise. Her hands pulling the towel tighter around her body
Bob smiled as he looked her up and down. "I thought you had been avoiding me. You know your two months behind on the rent." Nicky looked down at her toes and nodded mutely.
"And now I find you've broken into my house when you knew I was out?." Nicky nodded again. Bob took a step forward.
"Maybe I should just call the cops and have them haul your arse away?" Bob continued to advance. Nicky slowly shook her head. "Please. No." She definitely did
not
want the cops involved.
"I always thought you were a good girl, Nicky."
Nicky was still staring at the floor. She could see Bob's feet right in front of her now.
"Are you a good girl?" Bob asked as he played with a stand of hair on her bare shoulder.
Nicky was trapped and she knew it. Her down-caste eyes flicked up and down. She could not avoid seeing the obvious bulge in the front of Bob's pants. She raised her hands to where the towel was tucked between her breasts. "I
am
a good girl." she softly protested.