This is a great thread! I have a few events I can add to this
I used to rent a room from my friend and his wife a few years back (I had a place outside of the city and worked downtown so rented from them during the week). She is very good looking in a girl next door way, brunette about 5’8” slim with very nice natural full boobs, I’d say a solid C cup. She wore cut-off jean shorts a lot so was not hard to tell her butt was great too.
It was great place to live but only had one bathroom and I didn’t realize in the mornings it would be his wife and I who would be jockeying to shower first before work as my buddy worked part time as a cook at nights so he was always sleeping in. I usually wore a bath robe to head down the hall to the bathroom, which was next to the kitchen. The second or third day that after I had moved in I headed down the hall to see my friends wife, sitting at the breakfast table in only her towel with her hair up in another towel, eating breakfast (facing away from me). My heart skipped a beat thinking I have to head into the kitchen - maybe I’ll get a glimpse of a little something! We said good morning, I grabbed a glass of water and we chatted but she didn’t get up from the table before I had to head into the shower. But she looked incredible with nice cleavage. And knowing she was next to naked chatting with me and so chill was awesome.
This ritual became the norm, and I would time it so that as I heard the shower shut off, I’d give a minute or two and then head to the kitchen. I’d start leaving my robe more loose and make sure the morning wood was still in effect to see if she’d react. And her towels would vary in size with great cleavage but I couldn’t quite get a look under the table without being obvious. But her eyes would definitely shift to checking out my loose robe. No sure if she saw anything. But our conversations were always great and neither of us were in a rush to get dressed until we had to. And by the time I got to the shower, I had to take care of my raging hard on.
Finally I ditched the robe for just wrapping a towel around my waste, which wasn’t great for hiding the partial morning wood I always had and I’d make sure that it would be open just enough she may get a glimpse under in the right angle.This seemed to be perfectly fine and enjoyable for her as she kept convos going and would continually sneak looks at my towel while stood at the kitchen counter chugging a glass of OJ or water. And she no longer would sit cross legged and back from the table a bit, giving me a better view higher up her thighs. I am not sure if she 100% saw how hard I was under my towel most of these days but I am pretty sure she had an idea.
The best thrill was the one day shortly before I was to move out, I was first to shower and then was at the table having some cereal, when she came down the hall and pulled my move of standing by the counter chatting and having a glass of water.
I had finished my cereal while we were chatting and stood up holding my bowl in one hand and my phone in the other. When I stood up my towel must have been loose because it dropped to the floor and I blurted out "jeezuz"! She look straight at my semi-hard dick and said "woah!" and then she turned her head saying "I am not looking, I am not looking" Sort of laughing. I laughed and put down the bowl bunched the towel up in front of me and said something like "It's all good now". She replied - which surprised me - was "It's about time it happened to one of us". I laughed and said "Right? I mean who doesn't like a free show?!", she follows that with "Exactly!" So I used my hand holding the towel to grab the bowl from the table giving her another free look, to which she chuckled and said "Nice. Well I better have a shower" and then spun off to the bathroom.
The daily ritual made getting up every morning to go to work way better - for both of us! And it was respectful and super thrilling.
I did eventually move out but we both did get some true glimpses one point - but I’ll follow up with that!