She stepped inside, letting the towel drop just as she stepped from view. I could see the mirror on the dresser opposite the doorway, and in it, the reflection of her nakedness as she dried herself. She knew I was watching, but made no indication to acknowledge it. She turned facing away, as she bent down to dry her feet. Her legs were parted slightly, and I caught a momentary glimpse of her, the lips puffy and glistening with her sweetness. She stood back upright, turning to face the mirror as her hands traveled across her body, caressing the soft flesh. .....