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To tell the truth, as I entered the bathroom and took my place in front of the open shower door, I was barely bothering with the camera. Why watch her on the screen of her phone when I could just stare at the genuine article in all its glory? Her slim, taut body gleamed head to toe under the sheen of steam, water beading across her chest and slowly dribbling down to the underside of each breast. It was like a game, waiting to see if each trickle and droplet would trail down her stomach or drip right down through the air.

I could have stared at this all day.

"Do you think it's better if I pose, or just act naturally?" she asked, adding, "Sorry if the loofah's in the way, but I actually do need to get clean, too."

"Um, maybe posing? And smiling, yeah. The shower door's open, after all, so not like anyone seeing these would think you didn't know you were being watched."

"Yeah, that's smart. OK, sure." She clasped the loofah to her chest with both hands and cocked one knee forward, an