A Life-changing Experience (kckolbe and Icesayer)

Sarah

Sarah quickly gazed at the hall in front of her, it was empty, before she fully closed the door in front of her. Her hand reached for the lock, but something stopped her. She looked at it as if she had never seen it before, which was weird because she always locked the door when she was going to take a shower. Why not this time? She didn't know how to answer that question, just like the past couple of days had been unexplainable as well. Had her dad really been staring at her when she changed clothes yesterday, or was it just her mind playing tricks on her?

This would be the ultimate test. She wouldn't lock the door this time and wait for her father to come in. Wait and see whether it really was on purpose, or just an accident. Carefully, but rapidly, she pulled her top over her head and let it fall down beside her. She grabbed her bra and untied it with one quick move, hearing the familiar 'click', and letting it fall down onto the ground as well.

Looking in the mirror, she noticed her breasts. Every time she looked at them, they seemed a little bigger. Her hand glided over her body, cupping her breasts as she looked at her nipples. Not bad, she thought, and then looked at her pants. She had to undo her pants as well.

Slowly, she reached for her belt, loosened it and pulled her pants down her legs. She then stepped out of it and pulled her panties down as well. She let it all fall down onto the ground as it was piling up in the corner of the bathroom.
Now that she was completely naked, she quickly glanced at herself through the mirror, looking at her beautifully trimmed pussy, then grabbed a towel and stepped inside the shower.

Robert looked at his watch. It's still too soon, he thought. He had to be careful. She'd caught him staring a couple of days ago, and if he didn't play it right, he could find himself not getting the chance to see her like that again, not to mention telling his wife. Still, the thought of her body in the shower was too much. He turned up the volume on the TV a little, not so he could hear it better-he hadn't even been paying attention. He wanted the sound to cover up any surprised sounds his daughter might be making.

"I'm going to put away some things" he called out. Cynthia, his wife, didn't respond. They didn't talk much anyways, and she was in the kitchen cleaning up. Going into the bedroom, he grabbed some soap and shampoo. He'd noticed they were low yesterday, and had made a point to buy some more, but had deliberately withheld restocking the bathroom. He'd been saving that for a moment like this, when he'd need an excuse.

Turning the corner into the hallway, he eased open the bathroom door, body wash in hand. As quietly as he could, he shut the door. She'd been in the shower a few minutes now, hopefully absorbed into her own world by now. Walking quietly, he attempted to pull back the curtain enough for a glimpse of his daughter.