[cpower36]

Linda rose a little unsteadily, still swathed from chest to mid thigh in her white towel. Her chest and neck were cherry red with a mixture of heat and presumably embarrassment. She stopped before opening the door and turned to me.

'Im just going to have a quick one- could you just watch out in case anyone comes? I don't want anyone else to see me when I'm.. you know..'

'Of course.. no problem ' I answered, trying to be the gentleman I clearly wasn't. My heart was of course pounding with the fact that she had used the words 'anyone else' which suggested she was at least prepared to let me see her. Fortunately, my own state was not showing physically just yet. I presumed my nerves were preventing that, but it felt strange feeling so excited without the usual evidence.

Linda led us to the shower area and looked both ways like she was crossing a busy street. Luckily for her no one seemed to be around, so she took her opportunity quickly. With her back to me, she whipped off her towel, handed it to me blindly and tiptoed into the the shower cubicle. She had clearly been completely nude under her towel, and at last I had the pleasure of seeing her lovely, feminine bottom as it bounced merrily away, the rounded cheeks reddened and striped slightly from the sauna bench. She turned the cool water on, and peered at me over her shoulder, refusing to turn around.

'Let me know if someone comes!' she hissed, as she began to let the water run over her head and down her body. I stood on sentry duty, half looking at short corridors which led to who knew where, and half turning round to see the soapy water running freely down Linda's wonderful body. I could hear her humming lightly in an attempt to make the situation feel normal, but I knew she was far from comfortable. I turned to look at the fabulous sight again, and began to neglect my primary duty. Suddenly, I heard the sound of a heavy door closing and the sound of distant voices.

'Linda..I think someone's comi..'

It was as far as I got. She had heard it too, visibly jumped, and spun around instantly. She held out her hands and stepped rapidly towards me, looking for the refuge of her towel. Her face was pained with genuine anxiety, and she no longer seemed to care about how much of her body she was now placing on display. I drank in the wonderful sight. Her breasts were beautifully rounded, a perfect size, and stood very high and full for a woman of 28. Her nipples were the palest of pinks, and erect from the freezing water. I stood transfixed like a fool, watching her breasts bounce and sway as she grabbed the towel from me. As she did so, my eyes were drawn between her thighs, where a beautiful triangle of auburn hair made a fleeting appearance before disappearing again beneath the white cotton.