Our family lived well, for my dad had been very successful in his business. We had a relatively big home, and even a swimming pool in the backyard. Linda and I shared a Jack and Jill bathroom, and worked out a schedule so we each had our own bathroom time. It worked out very well. That is, until it didn’t.
That was the day when we had our bathroom ‘oops.’ I had just finished my freshman year, and was home for the summer. Linda had just graduated high school. We had worked out together in the weight room, and got our signals mixed up on the clean-up. We both opened our bathroom doors to take a shower at the same time. We both were naked as the day we were born, with our towels in hand. We just froze. I just stared at her tits, like some goofy kid, and she was looking a bit lower on me. We finally made eye contact and laughed.
I did a full-naked bow and said, “Ladies first.”
She did a wonderful naked curtsy, which gave me a marvelous view of her beautiful breasts, and said, “Thank you, kind sir.”
Later that evening, we were out on the patio and I quietly said, “Sorry about this afternoon.”
“It’s okay, we’ve both seen it all, and now we know,” she laughed.
I whispered, “You do have great tits, just so you know.”
“You hang to the right,” she whispered back. “And I’ll kill you if you talk to any boys about my tits.”
I never said a word, for I know she would have done it.
After the naked event, we did become a bit more relaxed with our joint bathroom schedule. Every now and then, we would come in while the other was in some partial stage of dress. In retrospect, it was a bit out of the ordinary I suspect, but we just joked about it, and went on with our day.
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One week later, Linda showed up on my doorstep on a Saturday afternoon. Since she had not seen my new condo, I gave her a tour.
“Your place is so amazing. I just can’t believe how big it is. You never did tell me how you got this place.”
“I got lucky. The firm that hired me had a guy moving to California and this was his place, and he wanted to unload it quickly. I got a great deal on it and the firm helped with the financing. I was able to get a great rate on the mortgage. I just must stay employed until I’m 85 years old,” I joked.
As I showed her the guest room, her eyes got really big. “Oh my, this is just wonderful. And this bathroom, it’s as big as the one we shared growing up. I guess we won’t be ‘bumping’ into each other,” she laughed.
“Wait, let me show you the master bath.” It was one feature that had sold me on the place, even though it stretched my budget, it was worth it.
She let out a small gasp as we went in. The bathroom was big. It had a large sunken tub with jacuzzi jets, and a walk-in shower, with more nozzles and sprays than you can count. It had a skylight in the large shower area, and a small sauna in the corner.
“Oh my…oh my,” Linda kept saying.
“So, if you get sore from your workouts, feel free to use the jacuzzi tub. It will put you to sleep. Guaranteed.”
“Workouts?”
“Oh, forgot to tell you. There is a nice little weight room over in the pool house. You’re free to use it, and the pool has a couple of 25-meter lanes.”